Chen Tianming: Who said I was going to increase your salary @JustWantToBeAFish.
Fang Miaomiao decisively sent the screenshot to him, and said righteously, "Here, Director, you said it yourself."
There was silence in the group.
After a long while, Chen Tianming sent a voice message.
Click to open.
It was a familiar, yet slightly aged voice.
"Is there a possibility that I want to change the contract, and I want to lower your salary."
Fang Miaomiao was stunned. She knew that variety show fees were very high. Even a third-tier celebrity participating in a variety show recording would get at least twenty thousand per episode. She was a "black-red" celebrity, but she was still a celebrity.
Chen Tianming offered her 100,000 yuan for her salary, and she accepted it. To think he actually wanted to lower her salary!
Why, it was unfair, completely unfair.
JustWantToBeAFish: Director, you can't push this too far. Otherwise, when we meet again, won't it be awkward?
"You have a million yuan pocket money every month, and you still want to extort money from me?"
Fang Miaomiao frowned: "Who told you I have a million yuan pocket money every month?"
Cui Mantong: Miaomiao, didn't you know?
Fang Miaomiao blinked: Should she know?
"Mom, what's wrong?" Wen Yan'an noticed Fang Miaomiao's expression shifting from happy to sad, then to conflicted and confused.
"Uncle Tianming said he knows about my million yuan pocket money every month."
Wen Yan'an looked at Fang Miaomiao: "Mom, haven't you seen the trending searches?"
"No, I haven't had time just now."
When she opened her phone today, the screen was full of messages and other notifications. With her slight obsession with tidiness, she liked to clear all the red dots on her phone.
And messages were the most important.
Wen Yan'an was silent for a moment: "Mom, your parents went on Weibo to vouch for you, saying you are a very filial child, and that after knowing the company was having financial difficulties, you unconditionally donated your 50 million yuan dowry to the company."
"What?"
Fang Miaomiao felt a little dizzy and her ears were ringing. She couldn't quite comprehend what Wen Yan'an was saying.
"And..."
And?
"And they also said that you willingly give your 1 million yuan pocket money to them every month, and no one forced you."
Fang Miaomiao almost couldn't breathe when she heard this.
"Mom."
Fang Miaomiao raised her hand to block, then forced a smile at Wen Yan'an: "It's okay, Mom is just a little overwhelmed right now."
Damn it, she, Fang Miaomiao, had seen shameless people before, but she had never seen Fang Yuan's family so shameless. Claiming she donated unconditionally?
When did that happen? How did she not know?
Was the original owner an idiot?
"Mom?" Wen Yan'an looked at Fang Miaomiao, whose face was alternately pale and flushed, with concern. "Would you like some water?"
Saying this, he handed the water to Fang Miaomiao.
After Fang Miaomiao drank it all in large gulps, she took out her phone and went to Weibo.
Hah.
Hahaha!
The top few trending searches on Weibo were almost all about her, Fang Miaomiao.
#IsFangMiaomiaoGenerousOrFilial#
#FangMiaomiao'sPocketMoneyIsOneMillionPerMonth#
#GreatUnsolvedMysteryWhyDoesSomeoneRichNeedToEnterTheEntertainmentIndustry#
Clicking on the first one.
It was a long post from Fang Yanhuan's account.
The general idea was that her relationship with the Fang family was very good, and everything Fang Miaomiao did was voluntary.
After reading it, Fang Miaomiao just wanted to roll her eyes.
"Mom."
"I'm fine," Fang Miaomiao glanced at the posting time, and felt even more like laughing.
8 AM.
She got up quite early for a Weibo post.
"Mom, should we find Dad to deal with them?"
Fang Miaomiao raised her hand and stroked Wen Yan'an's cheek: "Why use a butcher's cleaver to kill a chicken."
"Dad said that Mom's matters are all important."
Fang Miaomiao's hand froze: "Wen, when did your dad say that to you?"
"This morning."
Actually, it was a long time ago, so long ago that he and Dad had decided they wanted Mom to stay with them. But he couldn't tell Mom about this yet, otherwise, if he revealed their secret, Mom would be unhappy.
"Silly child, your dad is busy with very important matters. We shouldn't disturb him with other things while he's busy with business, okay?"
Wen Yan'an nodded obediently.
Fang Miaomiao chatted with the people in the group for a while longer. Just as she started to feel sleepy and wanted to rest.
Her phone vibrated.
Seeing the unusually familiar number on the screen, Fang Miaomiao's face turned cold.
Interesting, she hadn't even gone to find them yet, and they had come to her.
Fang Miaomiao started recording and answered the phone.
"Speak if you have something to say."
"Fang Miaomiao, how can you talk to your dad like that?" Fang Yuan said unhappily.
"They say old people are forgetful. I don't think Mr. Fang is that old, so why is he talking nonsense?"
"Fang Miaomiao, are you going to be satisfied only when you anger me to death?"
"Don't say that. I'm a good citizen. I'm afraid to even kill a chicken, let alone a person." Fang Miaomiao felt very happy listening to the hurried breathing on the other end of the phone.
"Give the phone to me."
Fang Miaomiao's eyebrows shot up: They're changing speakers?
"Miaomiao, it's me, Mom."
"Does Mrs. Fang need something?"
"Miaomiao, do you have time tonight? Come back for dinner. We received a lot of seafood this morning. Miaomiao, don't you love seafood the most?"
Fang Miaomiao's lips curved upwards, but her tone was full of sadness: "Mom, have you forgotten that I'm allergic to seafood?"
"Ah, is that so?" Zhou Wenjing on the other end of the line froze. Fang Miaomiao was taken care of by the maids when she was young, so how would she know Fang Miaomiao was allergic to seafood?
Zhou Wenjing racked her brains to cover up, and naturally didn't notice Fang Yanhuan's signal to her. She blurted out, "I'm sorry, Mom forgot. We can have something else too."
Fang Miaomiao sneered.
Before Zhou Wenjing could figure out what she was laughing at, she heard her say, "Mrs. Fang, you should just tell me why you're calling, since I'm still recovering from my injury."
"Injured?"
Fang Yanhuan was also surprised. Did they actually succeed?
But she didn't receive a call, how could that be?
"Yes, I narrowly escaped death at the banquet on Saturday."
A faint sentence scared Zhou Wenjing so much that she almost dropped her phone: "You, what happened to you that day?"
"That day..." Fang Miaomiao heard a gasp from the other end, and then changed the subject, "I accidentally fell off the bed."
"You child, you're still the same as when you were little, so restless when you sleep."
"I don't know. So, Mrs. Fang, what is the reason for your call?"