Happy Christmas, memories to kill

Xie jinghuan was still laughing when the call was hung up."You've gotten gutsy, daring to hang up on me!"

He had always been the one to hang up on others.

After he hung up the phone, another call came. Xie jinghuan wanted to scold mu Yuan, but when he saw the caller ID, he forcefully held back his words.

Professor Wanwan!

There was still a week left before he had to submit his thesis!

F * ck!

Xie jinghuan sent a text message and asked his subordinate to come over."I heard that you graduated from the law Department of the University of Oxford?"

"Yes, boss," The young man who was close to 30 years old was very respectful in front of the underaged Xie jinghuan.

Xie jinghuan nodded and gave him a creative thesis title.

"A 30000-word thesis, I want it in three days."

The subordinate was speechless.

What the hell?

A 30,000-word creative thesis in two days?

"I'll double your monthly salary. " Xie jinghuan was expressionless.

"Okay, boss."