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Chapter 641 My jokes are not so pretty

Duan Zhi was a little surprised. She didn't expect that Ye Ranran would continue to ask about the staff. She said without any concealment: "The number of recorded employees is 1,090, but in fact, only less than 400 come to work normally."

Hearing this, Ye Ranran frowned slightly, "Where are the other more than 600 people?"

Duan Zhi paused and looked at Ye Ranran with a complicated expression, "I don't know whether I should say this."

"You are Huachang's secretary, not someone's secretary. If the company has any problems, you must report them." Ye Ranran said with a serious expression.

She is not Qin Huaiyu, and she will not use her method to manage the company.

When Duan Zhi heard this, an almost imperceptible flash of light flashed in his eyes, and then he said: "One-sixth of the remaining more than 600 people are relatives of the previous President Qin...

Those who work in the company on a temporary basis and receive a mixed salary also have connections with other partners, as well as nepotism among the management.”

Ye Ranran frowned and had to say that this news was really shocking.

The actual number of employees is less than 400, and the remaining 600-odd people are all related households, and part of their wages are paid in vain from Huashang Group.

No wonder Hou Chenghua said that Huashang Group's waste was very serious when he showed her the financial statements.

With more than 600 people, even if their monthly salary is 1,000 yuan, at least 600,000 yuan is paid in vain.

What's more, the staff salary cannot be one thousand...

Hua Shang was indeed riddled with holes.

"Give me a list of people with mixed wages within three days..." Ye Ranran looked at Duan Zhi.

Duan Zhi nodded and asked tentatively: "Are you planning to lay off employees?"

Ye Ranran didn't hide anything, "Yes, those people who don't clock in to work at the company and haven't made any contributions in recent years must be fired."

"Okay, I will sort it out within three days." A smile appeared on Duan Zhi's lips. Yes, this is what a rational CEO should look like.

After talking about the issue of layoffs, Duan Zhi took another piece of information and handed it to Ye Ranran, "Mr. Ye, this is the registration form for the largest fashion week in China, Huafu Jiuzhou.

With our qualifications as Huashang, we should participate every year, but we are not allowed to participate this year."

"Why?" Ye Ranran looked confused.

She had heard of Huafu Jiuzhou when she was a child, and even went to the catwalks where Huashang participated several times.

For clothing companies, of course, such activities require a sharp mind to squeeze in.

"The designer of Huashang left before, which had a certain impact on the brand, and then there was a problem of declining sales... In addition, Mr. Qin and the organizer seemed to be a bit...

So we don’t have a chance this year... Mr. Ye has taken office as a new officer. If we can convince the person in charge of Huashang Jiuzhou... I believe we can help Huashang reverse its decline." Duan Zhi replied.

"Yes, Huashang has been in decline over the years. Not only is the design not good enough, but it is also due to the absence of professional fashion weeks...

The rise of a brand requires not only good design, but also R&D, quality, publicity and sales." Ye Ranran said thoughtfully.

Duan Zhi nodded, "The work of the company's two new designers is pretty good. Mr. Ye can take a look at it and the quality R&D department will control it..."

This is just for publicity... I hope Mr. Ye can use his own advantages..."

Ye Ranran naturally understood what Duan Zhi meant. Huafu Jiuzhou must go!

During lunch time, Ye Ranran left the company and ate outside with Qian Duoduo and the others.

Hearing that Hua Shang's condition was not very good, Qian Duoduo immediately took Ye Ranran to a place.

That is the city exhibition hall of Huafu Jiuzhou.

"The founder of Huafu Jiuzhou, a fashion event, is named Wan Qiluo. Unfortunately, he is the person I have interviewed before. I will bring you to hug me today!" Qian Duoduo raised his eyebrows.

Ye Ranran did not expect that Qian Duoduo and Wan Qiluo knew each other, and was really surprised.

But when they came, they found that there were security guards here, and no one without an appointment was allowed to come in.

Qian Duoduo handed his business card in, but the assistant inside said it was inconvenient and they planned to go back directly.

Just after walking a short distance, I saw someone quarreling at the sculpture landscape.

Qian Duoduo tugged on Ye Ranran's arm, his eyes lit up, "Tsk...an unexpected gain!"

Following Qian Duoduo's gaze, Ye Ranran saw a man and a woman over there.

The woman is extremely tall, with a tall and slender figure, and her S-shape is particularly obvious when viewed from the side.

Looking at her profile, she has deep eye sockets and a high bridge of nose, with a hint of mixed race. Her beauty seems to have not been sculpted by time.

Qian Duoduo said that this is the Wan Qiluo they are looking for.

As for that man, he was obviously much younger, only in his teens, and similar in appearance to Wan Qiluo, but with a more unruly look on his face.

The quarrel between the two became louder and louder, and Ye Ranran and the others could hear it clearly over there.

"Ren Feihong! I said no! You must attend class honestly and not indulge in games!" Wan Qiluo's face was filled with anger, and there was a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

As a mother, she really failed.

With an expression on his face that all rebellious children have, the boy yelled: "My dad can play games, why can't I play!"

"He has degenerated and ruined himself. Do you want to learn from him? You will be in your senior year of high school soon. If you study hard, you can get into a good university and play games every day...

What will we do in the future? Are we just going to eat and wait to die and become a gnawing old man? Let me tell you, my mother is not having a good life right now and she doesn’t have that much money for you to gnaw on!”

"You don't need to support me. When I become a master of online games, they will give me money for games! And... don't always blame the failure of your marriage on my father's self-destruction...

You also have a big reason. If you give him more money, will he think of making money in the game and open a room with those women? "



Over there, Ye Ranran and Qian Duoduo shook their heads after hearing this. It was really difficult for children who were addicted to games to communicate.

Wan Qiluo has always been unwilling to mention her family life to the outside world. It turns out that her family life is not happy, and her children have become her biggest problem.

Thinking of this... Ye Ranran's eyes suddenly lit up.

kids, games...

Maybe she can try to break through.

When Ye Ranran and Qian Duoduo made eye contact, Ren Feihong raised his hand and pushed Wan Qiluo.

Wan Qiluo didn't stand firm and fell to the ground on the spot, frowning as if she sprained her foot.

Seeing his mother like this, Ren Feihong stretched out his hand nervously, then as if he thought of something, he took his hand back, turned around and ran away without saying a word.

Seeing her son running further and further away, Wan Qiluo, who was strong and determined in front of outsiders, instantly collapsed and burst into tears...

How can she be a successful person... Her family is in pieces, and her son is on the verge of destruction...

Ye Ranran and Qian Duoduo walked over slowly.

She took out a wet tissue from her pocket and handed it over, "Ms. Wan, I'm sorry that I bumped into something I shouldn't have... I am Ye Ranran, the current president of Huashang..."

"Oh, are you here to see a joke?" Wan Qiluo's tears stopped instantly without raising her head, with a signature smile on her face, "Sorry, my Wan Qiluo's jokes are not that good!"


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