Distraction is a good method when there is no light source. Having someone to chat with, ignoring the problem itself, can slowly alleviate painful symptoms.
After a few sentences, Zhan Beijue felt that the urge to vomit had subsided significantly.
"I don't know if you're familiar with the current talent market, but that's how it is. The annual salary for engineers ranges from 120,000 to 1 million..."
Only this much?
Jiang Nanfang decisively interrupted him, "Then I'm definitely in the million-dollar category."
"Alright. Let's go with one million. 1 million over 365 days means an average of 2739.7 yuan per day, which is 342.5 yuan per eight-hour workday, and about 5.7 yuan per minute, or 0.095 yuan per second. I'll buy half an hour of your time, 188 seconds..."
Jiang Nanfang cut him off, "Over a hundred yuan? You're really stingy, Zhan Beijue. Buying a life for over a hundred yuan? Do you think I'm an idiot!"
Zhan Beijue was generous, "I didn't say only a hundred yuan. A hundred times that, ten thousand, how about it?"
"Hmph." He's trying to fool me like I'm three years old. Ten thousand yuan is nothing, I don't care about it at all!
"Not good enough. If you genuinely want to live, let's discuss something else."
"Oh?"
"Give me the children."
"..."
"Not talking? It seems you still don't want to live. Then let's maintain our silence and never speak again."
With his life on the line, a wise man knows when to yield. Zhan Beijue could only concede, "Fine, let's talk. First, take out the flashlight and turn it on."
Jiang Nanfang not only took out and turned on the flashlight but also turned on the voice recorder.
The phone was placed between the two, and the dark space finally gained some vitality.
She said, "I've shown enough sincerity. Now it's your turn, Zhan Beijue. What do you want regarding the children?"
"The Zhan family's situation is more conducive to their growth and development..."
"Do you still want to talk!" Jiang Nanfang reached out and covered the flashlight.
"But a mother's companionship is also very important to them."
That was more like it.
"Therefore, I've decided to grant you visitation rights. As long as you stay and successfully launch the new product, as previously discussed, for a period of three months, I'll give you visitation rights once every weekend."
"Are you sick? Can't you do basic math? And you still dare to mention the new product? I'm going to the Northwest..."
"That's also included. From now on, you have less than two months left."
"..."
"After two months, the product belongs to me, and the children belong to you."
Finally, the matter was settled without a single soldier being deployed! Jiang Nanfang was so excited she almost jumped up!
Just fifteen minutes ago, seeing Zhan Beijue's attitude, she thought she was going to have a mutual destruction with him. She didn't expect this, haha! It turned out to be effortless!
Without harming the children, she could save her energy and money to spend on them. Why wouldn't she agree!
"I've recorded this. Zhan Beijue, you better keep your word."
"Of course."
Jiang Nanfang happily got up from the ground and dialed emergency services.
Soon, firefighters and property management arrived for rescue. In just over half an hour, both were safely out of the elevator.
Seeing that General Zhan's shirt sleeve was torn, the property manager, thinking he had struggled violently after the elevator malfunctioned, was terrified, "General Zhan..."
"Write a report on the cause of the accident, preventative measures, and subsequent improvements, and email it to me by 8 AM tomorrow."
"Yes..."
"Conduct a comprehensive inspection of the operating condition of all elevators in the community. If there's another incident, the entire property management team will be fired."
"Understood, understood!"
Then he stepped back into the elevator and looked expressionlessly at Jiang Nanfang, who had entered the elevator ahead of him, "You're still not going home this late?"