"This... this one won't work either?" The HR manager felt a little dizzy now. If we don't want such a talent, what kind of talent do we need?
Then came the third person, the fourth person, the fifth person... Hong Dali passed all the way, becoming more and more listless. The staff of the Chinese website at the finish line around him were confused and couldn't understand Hong Dali's true thoughts at all. But now
He is the president of this website. He hasn't said anything yet, so naturally others can't have any opinions. Besides, the two thousand yuan red envelope has been collected, so it will be over if you just tolerate it.
Soon, when the last person arrived, everyone present had no hope, because as soon as the person stepped forward, he said: "Hello everyone, my name is Zhang Wenyang, I graduated... Forget it, let's not talk about it.
, it’s a third-rate university anyway, there’s no point in saying it.”
After hearing what this person named Zhang Wenyang said, many female staff members around him couldn't help but burst into laughter.
The manager of the human resources department was also immediately angry: "We are recruiting the general manager of the business department. Can you do this... can you do this?"
Hong Dali lay on his desk with his eyes half open and took a casual glance. This Zhang Wenyang was slovenly dressed, with messy hair and dark skin. He looked more like a worker moving bricks at a construction site. However, he didn't have any preconceived objections.
Weakly asked: "Well, I understand, what do you know?"
"I know how to spend money!" Zhang Wenyang held his head high and said: "I think that for the current Dingmin Chinese website, how to spend money as hard as possible is the most important thing!"
"It's you!" Hong Dali suddenly became energetic and slapped the table hard, making a loud "pop" sound, which shocked everyone: "It's you, I finally found someone who suits my taste.
Yes, it’s not easy!”
There was a crash, a sound of jaws dropping to the ground all around.
The manager of the human resources department covered his heart fiercely: "My heart, hey...what kind of rules does this little ancestor follow when selecting people..."
Jiu Da Dog Legs thought: "Look at these local leopards, can you figure out the young master's temper?"
Those highly educated people who had finished the interview were in a frenzy. They were not selected even though they had such a high degree of education, but they were selected by Zhang Wenyang, a bastard who graduated from a third-rate university. This was so embarrassing for them!
Several people even shouted: "Shady, you are a shady!" and were dragged directly out of the conference room by the thugs.
Hong Dali completely ignored the exclamations and exclamations of the people around him. His eyes were shining and he asked Zhang Wenyang: "Tell me how you plan to spend your money! If you tell me well, you will be rewarded!"
"Spend money, that's for sure." Zhang Wenyang said slowly: "I think that if a website wants to develop, the number of authors must be large. Therefore, the treatment of authors must be improved. Currently the largest book website in China
It is a turkey bookstore, and the benefits are that the website and the author share a ratio of 6:4, with the website accounting for 60%. There is also a perfect attendance award, and the website updates 5,000 words a day and gets an extra 100 yuan a month. There are also some other things, which are quite fragmented.
.”
Having said this, Zhang Wenyang paused and continued: "So, since Turkey Bookstore is our biggest enemy, then we must beat them in terms of treatment, so as to attract more authors. My
The plan is that our Dingmin Chinese website will compete with the authors four to six, with six authors, Quan Qin will write 6,000 words a day, and will be given 200 words a month."
The general manager can't wait to go up and kick this guy named Zhang Wenyang. You brat, do you know that our treatment is the same as that of Turkey Bookstore and we are losing money? If you raise the salary all of a sudden, how much more do we have to pay to get in?
But Hong Dali laughed loudly: "Okay, I like it! Anyway, I don't expect to make money, so I just do it. Is there anything else?"
Zhang Wenyang continued: "Then there are advertisements, overwhelming advertisements. Anyone who loves reading must know about our website. Even those who don't know Turkey Bookstore must know about our Destination Chinese website!"
This time the HR manager couldn't help it anymore: "Young man, do you know how much money you have to spend? At least hundreds of millions, who can afford it?"
"That's it!" Hong Dali simply ignored the HR manager and said directly: "I like this!"
There were sighs and sighs all around. The company's performance was not high in the first place. If it continued to do this, it would definitely suffer a big loss. It would not take long before it could no longer be supported. Even if Hong Dali was rich, he couldn't withstand such a torment. After all, advertising is different from other things.
Things are different. Other things are one-time use. You just spend a sum of money and you are done with it. Advertising is something that you have to spend money on as long as you use it, and there is no upper limit.
After Zhang Wenyang said this, he paused and finally said: "But it is not a good time to advertise yet. Novels and entertainment are similar in nature. Everything depends on quality. If the goddess Li Nianwei was not extremely talented,
It's absolutely impossible to become so popular with just one concert. If you replace it with a second-rate singer, no matter how much you praise it, it will be a waste of money, and there is no point in it."
"Well, that's a bit insightful." Hong Dali nodded, "Then let's do this for now. You can start improving the author's salary first. By the way, don't be four or six, just three or seven, let's be three."
"Prodigal son, prodigal son..." the general manager covered his face: "Can you still make money?" Of course, he didn't dare to say this...
"Okay, let's all disperse. By the way, the editors are staying here. I have something to ask." Hong Dali waved his hand coolly: "If you have nothing to do, you should go home."
Soon all the irrelevant people left the conference room. At this time, only Hong Dali, the Nine Big Dogs and more than a dozen editors were left in the conference room.
Hong Dali asked: "I want to ask you something. I want to find some authors. Can you help me think about it and see if I have encountered anyone like this."
"Young Master, please speak." A bald editor in the crowd asked.
"Well, it's the kind of book written about beating, beating and killing. If you glare at me, I'll beat you up. If you scold me, I'll destroy your whole family. Do you have any?" Hong Dali's eyes widened.
It's almost time to get a two-hundred-watt light bulb - he relied on this to pass the time during class.
"This... this..." A group of editors wiped their sweat violently and looked at each other. Finally, the bald editor said anxiously: "I have encountered a few of these. I remembered them to myself because they looked very novel.
Let me tell you their names..."
"Real or false?!" Hong Dali finally became more energetic: "What is your current position?"
The bald man replied: "Back to you, young master, I am now the editor-in-chief of a group. My name is Tang Jinghui."
"You will be the editor-in-chief from now on!" Hong Dali snapped his fingers, and then a middle-aged man beside him trembled. No need to ask, this must be the former editor-in-chief, the one who couldn't explain it.
"Who are those people? Please introduce them to me." Hong Dali said matter-of-factly: "Let's see if you can satisfy me!"
