Pu Jie was listening to classes at school today and always felt a little uneasy.
My left eyelid keeps twitching.
"According to the explanation of our country's demigodism, the left eye reflects wealth, and the right eye reflects feudal superstition."
"Hi~~I'm going to have sex?"
When Pu Jie thought about the system settlement in the early morning of the day after tomorrow on the 6th, he felt happy.
This is good news in advance!
Pu Jie has already made a plan. When the manuscript fee is released on the 5th, he will immediately arrange a wave of surprise spending, and then spend more than half of the more than 2 million yuan in manuscript fee last month.
Then he became a billionaire and made up for the pain of losing 400,000 yuan from his small bank account.
"Huh? Han Ruyan said that she will be back in a few days. She will come home then, mainly to ask how her father is doing. Yes, that's it."
Pu Jie looked at Zhang Yang who was no longer interested in listening to the lecture.
He smiled and said: "The day after tomorrow, come to the company with me to welcome the grand moment together! We must celebrate it! By the way, let Yuan Hua and Dachun go with us. Such a good time must be witnessed by good brothers, Wuhu!"
The three brothers naturally agreed excitedly.
As a student, it is quite boring to listen to classes and write scripts every day in school. No one can refuse to go out and have fun!
Oh no!
What do people in the screenwriting department call high-flyers? This is called going out to collect materials.
A well-known writer from Qidian often fails to return home for three days while collecting materials, and returns twice for two updates.
So the name was changed every three days.
Pu Jie called Assistant Qi again.
"Please don't leave on the 5th. In the afternoon, the company will arrange for all employees to have team building, lunch, Universal Studios, singing, dinner, bar, and massage. The schedule from 12 noon to 12 pm must be full for everyone!"
Qi Fei had a clear understanding: "Well done, Mr. Pu, you really should have a good celebration!"
Look, Mr. Pu didn’t even bother the company, so he knew it had turned a profit.
What is this wave called?
It’s called confidence!
Tuesday, April 5th, Tomb-Sweeping Day.
It is advisable to remember the ancestors and avoid dancing on their graves.
Today is a special day, it was supposed to be a day off for everyone.
But Mr. Pu said that after noon, the company will take everyone to play for a day at full expense, and the holiday will be postponed to a later date.
Suddenly, everyone cheered!
For these young people working in big cities, Qingming Festival is a day of rest. Few people go home specifically to burn paper and sweep graves.
There is only one employee of Duoyu Company. Because his family is local, he and his father have to go to visit the grave, so he took early leave today.
The other 39 people are there.
They also have fun when they play by themselves, and they also have fun when they play with people in the company.
Mainly because the company pays the full amount!
According to Assistant Qi, the cost of these projects for each person is quite high, equivalent to half a month's salary.
Where can I find such a good thing?
The last time I went to eat at a three-star Michelin Chinese restaurant was an unforgettable experience.
the most important is!
The atmosphere at Duoyu Company is great. The boss here is very nice and nice to talk to. All my colleagues are talented people and they all love it here!
9am.
Mr. Pu and the three brothers in the dormitory walked into Duoyu Company with the steps of not recognizing their relatives.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
When Mr. Pu first entered the company, he was overwhelmed by several editors who were hiding next to him.
Oh, it was the fireworks that collapsed.
Pieces of color were flying in the air, and ribbons were falling from the company.
The employees all started cheering and consciously became the atmosphere team.
But this is not an awkward smile like an ordinary company’s annual meeting, but a sincere joy for the company!
The company is making money, and they are more happy than themselves being paid more overtime pay!
Mr. Pu is a little confused
How do they know they are going to get rich?
Is it because I am taking everyone out to play today?
As for being so excited?
But the money is well spent! Thanks again!
Mosquito legs are also meat, and now all the money spent by the company has to be returned to your personal wallet tenfold.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two more sounds, this time the sound of champagne being opened.
Meng Xingkong and Xiaoxing came over carrying champagne.
"Mr. Pu, congratulations!"
"While you no doubt already know this, today is a milestone moment in our development as a company, and it's worth celebrating!"
Mr. Pu took a glass of champagne with a question mark on his face.
What milestone?
Have these people been compensated by the company?
There's no need to do that. I'm the boss and I don't pay them enough wages.
Zhang Yang, Dachun and Yuan Hua also received the champagne.
"Huh? Is this the grand moment that Brother Jie said? Didn't you say that the celebration would only start in the afternoon? Why is it happening now?"
"Although I don't understand it, I feel it is powerful."
“It looks like the company is making a lot of money.”
After Mr. Pu heard this, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
"Lao Meng, is today the day to pay for manuscripts?"
"certainly!"
"You're not celebrating that this month's royalties are more than last month, are you?"
"of course not!"
Pu Jie breathed a sigh of relief, that would be easy to handle. As long as you don't make more money, you can celebrate anything else.
Even if it doesn’t rain during Qingming Festival!
Meng Xingkong then said: "How can it be just a little more? Our royalties last month reached 11.78 million! We directly made back all the money invested by the company!"
Mr. Pu: "."
Three Brothers:"."
At this moment, both parties and non-parties were silent.
Zhang Yang usually doesn't participate in the company's affairs and basically just follows Pu Jie around. His understanding of the company is not as good as Pu Jie, the bastard boss.
Yuan Hua and Dachun's understanding of Duoyu Company is still in the status of a "small studio" with only more than 20 employees on the surface.
How can you make so much money?
Isn't Brother Jie a sophomore like us?
Theoretically speaking, Yuan Hua is still the squad leader and his status in the school is obviously higher than that of Pu Jie. Why is it .1178?
Dachun: "Damn it! Brother Jie is awesome, Brother Jie, take me with you! I want to work in your company too! I can write scripts!"
Pu Jie himself, don’t panic when something happens, just take a look at the system first.
Nothing is as systematic as numbers are real.
[Company name: Duoyu]
【Total funds: 12734479(↑1222009)】
[Settlement time: 1 day later]
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Pu Jie's eyes darkened and he almost passed by.
Still relying on strong willpower and the obsession to maintain the image of the boss, I closed my eyes and calmed down.
At this moment, looking at the beaming Duoyu Company employees, it suddenly felt unreal.
Didn’t you just spend 6 million last month?
Why are you all back?
Are these people the intermittent gangsters he recruited?
Their resumes are nothing short of ordinary.
How did a good money-losing company end up like this?
no!
There must be something wrong somewhere!
You have to figure it out, or you'll die in peace!
Mr. Pu took a sip of champagne, forced a smile and nodded towards everyone.
Then he walked into his office expressionlessly: "Assistant Qi, Manager Meng, and Editor-in-Chief Xiaoxing come to my office."
Zhang Yang, Yuan Hua and Dachun saw that Pu Jie was gone.
Looking at each other.
Dachun: "Why do I feel that Brother Jie doesn't look happy?"
Yuan Hua: "Aren't you happy after earning more than 10 million? Brother Jie has very high standards for himself."
Zhang Yang: "Hey~ Rich people are like this, not satisfied! Come on, let's go to the entertainment room to play and wait. Today's project is very exciting~~"
The two of them looked at Zhang Yang winking and understood instantly out of a man's instinct.