"Director Ding, can you discuss with Lan Shan and ask her to formally sign with Fuyao as the top supermodel of Fuyao Group. The specific salary can be discussed." Bai Yifei asked.
"I'll ask her after the meeting. Money is not a problem and she is not short. I wonder if she is interested." Ding Fan was not sure whether Lan Shan would agree.
Lan Shan joined the model team as a coach and walked on stage, but it was inseparable from Ding Fan's active promotion.
Lan Shan, who drives a luxury car to work, is a rich man. Wu Yahuan also knows that the power behind Lan Shan is Ma San. How much money this old gangster has, I am afraid it will shake the world once it is announced.
"Director Mo, tell me about the benefits of this expo!" Bai Yifei said.
This is also the issue that everyone is most concerned about. Mo Yuhong opened his notepad and explained it in detail. The entries were very clear. The final result was that, excluding the investment costs, the net income of this expo was 310 million!
For the three cooperative projects, each company can receive 100 million, which is a gorgeous figure.
Ding Fan stood up and took the lead in applauding. The applause sounded again and lasted for a long time.
One hundred million is nothing to Miaohe Group, and it is not a high profit to Fuyao Group, but it is a good start for cooperation.
And the office managed by Ding Fan can also get a share of 100 million. He is of course the most excited. If his work is not in vain, this will be the biggest income since Brother Fan came down from the mountain. Yeah!
After everyone discussed it, we decided to keep 10 million and distribute it as a bonus.
Ding Fan had a phone call with Gui Qingyue and explained the income situation. He wanted to leave 10 million to reward meritorious officials. The wealthy and powerful woman didn't take it seriously at all. His brother just watched the arrangement.
The next step is to discuss how to distribute the ten million. Mo Yuhong has already drawn up a table in advance and handed it over to everyone for review.
The fashion department awarded three million to the models as hard work expenses. The models who participated in the fashion show at the exhibition will get more for their hard work. The remaining models will be responsible for the commercial performances of the Fuyao headquarters during this period, and they will also be rewarded for their hard work.
Cai Xin, Fang Meiqian and Zhang Xueyan each received a reward of 500,000.
Cai Xin almost jumped up with excitement and stood up again and again to express her gratitude to everyone. Fang Meiqian was also very excited. This was equivalent to a reward of more than a year's salary.
Huang Yongping Studio has put a lot of effort into model performances, worked hard, and received excellent social response. It has added luster to the success of the expo and is awarded two million!
Of course, there is also Huang Fu's face in this. Without his promotion, this exhibition would never have happened.
Ding Fan was rewarded with two million, which included hard work fees for the Huanyue Sect disciples. No one had any objections, but Ding Fan insisted on setting aside half a million as a reward for Mo Yuhong.
Mo Yuhong did not list her name. Money was not important, but Ding Fan did not forget it. This moved her very much and she thanked her again and again!
Another 1.5 million was allocated to Wu Yahuan to be used for the expenses of receiving distinguished guests in Xiaoyao Palace!
Wu Yahuan did not refuse. In fact, Xiaoyao Palace not only paid for food and accommodation, but also paid a lot of bodyguard fees. Borit was attacked in Jingyang, and all the Wu family bodyguards were beaten to the ground. Some people are still hospitalized. To sum up, it is still
Losing money.
Everyone is happy!
Later, Ding Fan announced that only Mo Yuhong would be retained as the accountant at the International Fashion Association office, and the rest of the staff would be eliminated.
Cai Xin couldn't hide her disappointment. Her nascent career had come to an end. From this point of view, Cai Cai had not given her any chance.
Fang Meiqian acted calmly. She had known for a long time that after the expo, the office did not want to hold any activities, so naturally there was no need to hire any more staff.
From now on, Sikong Ye may be the only one left in the three large rooms of the office.
After Sikong Ye made trouble on the opening day of the exhibition, she came to work, but she stayed in the house every day. Ding Fan was too busy and didn't bother to talk to her. He didn't know what he was doing.
Bai Yifei announced another thing, because Manager Ding resigned from the position of fashion department manager and Fang Meiqian officially took over.
Before Ding Fan, the manager of the fashion department had been personally supervised by Bai Yifei. Fang Meiqian was frightened and declined: "Dr. Bai, I think Manager Ding is more suitable. The models also think so."
"Manager Ding insists on resigning and there cannot be any vacancies." Bai Yifei's tone was quite helpless.
"I'm busy with my affairs and I can't take care of it. Please forgive me!" Ding Fan said, cupping his fists.
"Director Fang, don't you have confidence in yourself?"
Wu Yahuan smiled. She very much agreed with this. Ding Fan should really draw more clear lines with Fuyao. There is no need to look down upon a manager who has such a high salary.
"I am confident that I will manage the fashion department well!"
Seeing Ding Fan's encouraging eyes, Fang Meiqian pursed her lips and agreed.
"Due to the cooperation with Ruixue Group to jointly create the Huanyue fashion brand, the group decided to establish the Huanyue brand division. Under the recommendation of Director Ding and after careful consideration, Cai Xin was appointed as the business unit manager. The original office manager
Those salesmen are also included in this department." Bai Yifei said.
Cai Xin was stunned and didn't know what to say for a while. It wasn't until Cai Cai pushed her that she stood up excitedly: "Thank you, Director Bai, for your trust. I will work hard to do a good job."
"Thank you Brother Fan!"
Cai Xin forgot about everything and wanted to hug Ding Fan. She was about to succeed, but Cai Cai, with her quick hands and quick eyes, pulled her to sit down and complained angrily: "It's worthless and embarrassing."
"You have to control me?" Cai Xin was dissatisfied.
"Don't even look at what kind of occasion this is." Cai Cai snorted.
Everyone looked at Cai Cai, wondering what kind of evil fire this was, and then looked at Ding Fan, who was in Gujing Wubo, what was going on between the two of them?
The board meeting was over. Ding Fan did not go back to the office directly, but came to the eighth floor.
Ever since Sikong Ye opened an office, she has disappeared from the corridor. The super unqualified security guard, Bai Yifei and her elder sister Ding Wan's joint renovation plan has failed.
Ding Fan knocked on the door, but there was no sound. Just as he was about to leave, the door opened with a bang.
Sikong Ye was in the room, wearing a high-end sportswear, full of energy, and it didn't look like he was sleeping in.
"Brother Fan, have you forgotten about me?" Sikong Ye asked with his hands on his hips.
"I caused trouble at the opening ceremony and I haven't settled the score with you yet!"
Ding Fan strode into the house, closed the door, grabbed Sikong Ye's braid, but she pulled it out with a shake of his head, and then punched him several times, as fast as lightning, straight to the big acupuncture points on his chest.
The little devil is good at martial arts!
Ding Fan dodged and said with a smile: "Zi Zi, who did you learn these moves from? It must not have been taught by the master."
"What do you think?" Sikong Ye asked, pinching his waist.
"Can not guess!"
"Thankfully, you are still the leader and you don't even know the techniques of this sect. Qingzhu taught me." Sikong Ye said proudly.
"How can she teach the skills to outside disciples?" Ding Fan frowned.
"Haha, I am the master's junior sister. After all, I am still a senior aunt! Besides, we are going to get married sooner or later. If my future senior wife makes it clear, how dare they disobey me?" Sikong Ye laughed.
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
Ding Fan was so angry that he raised his palm, but Sikong Ye brought his face closer and shouted: "Come on, hit me!"