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Chapter 61 Trouble
Jin Yuming frowned and asked, "Are many of the people who come to our company for interviews related to the company's senior management?"

Zhao Jianyi turned his head and looked around. Fortunately, everyone was sensible and knew to stay away automatically. Seeing that no one was eavesdropping, Zhao Jianyi replied: "That's why I hurried to find you back. Yan Guang and Xiao Li are both here. The HR department has been interviewing them for half a day."

Jin Yuming nodded and replied, "I see."

Then he walked to the chairman's seat, sat down, and said to everyone: "I have already understood the specific situation, and I can understand everyone's anxiety. The company is a company shared by everyone, and the rise and fall of honor and disgrace are not my business alone. I also hope that when you do things, you will think more about the company. These people you bring are good or bad, and you know in your heart that whether you can get in or not depends on your ability. I think everyone gathered here is waiting for Let me say this, since I have expressed my opinion, everyone should leave."

After Jin Yuming said that, all the directors and senior executives didn't dare to intercede or refute anything, and they all dispersed like birds and birds.

Jin Yuming went directly to the interview area of ​​the personnel department on the eighth floor. As soon as she got out of the elevator door, she saw a crowd of people standing in the lobby, all holding their number plates, sitting or standing waiting.

Some people saw Jin Yuming coming down from the president's elevator, they stared at her all the way, and even brought the gazes of the people around them to Jin Yuming, which made Jin Yuming feel awkward .

Everyone on this floor watched as Jin Yuming walked towards the actor interview room.

As soon as the actor holding the "No. 77" card came out, the voice of the interviewer calling "No. 78" came out of the room.

Jin Yuming walked directly in front of "No. 78" and said to him, "Wait."

Although "No. 78" didn't know Jin Yuming, he knew that the person who dared to order such a person must be a senior executive of the company, so he sat back as he said.

Jin Yuming pushed the door open, and as expected, Shang Yanguang was sitting at the interviewer's seat.

Shang Yanguang was concentrating on reading the script drawn by "No. 78". He didn't even know that Jin Yuming came in.

The president who was still sitting next to him called out, "Chairman Jin."

Shang Yanguang suddenly raised his head, looked at Jin Yuming, and shouted, "Xiaoming, why are you here?"

Jin Yuming moved a chair by himself, sat next to Shang Yanguang, and replied: "The interview is on the 78th, have you eaten at noon?"

Shang Yanguang's voice was a little hoarse, and he replied: "There are too many people, and they are too busy to eat."

Jin Yuming looked displeased, and turned to ask the president beside him, "Where's Mr. Yuan? Didn't you eat?"

Yuan Qingyang smiled and said: "This happened suddenly, the company is short of manpower, Yan Guang and I have nothing to eat or drink, and we have been interviewing here for eight hours."

Jin Yuming sighed, and said to Yuan Qingyang: "You two, go to dinner immediately, Mr. Yuan, you go to the next notice, the daily interview limit is 80 people, whether it's actors or employees, it's the same. Yes, ask the people below to screen and send them up. Let me interview the last two people for today."

Yuan Qingyang nodded, and immediately pulled Shang Yanguang out.

A group of people outside saw that the main and deputy interviewers had come out, and immediately chattered and discussed.

Yuan Qingyang cleared his throat and was about to speak when he heard Jin Yuming calling "Number 78" from inside the room.

Now everyone's discussion became louder, and "No. 78" walked into the interview room with a feeling of apprehension.

Yuan Qingyang heard a different voice among the voices asking "Who is this woman"—"Don't you think Mr. Yuan and Yan Guang are a good match?" "You just found out, I have always admired them Two." "They are a perfect match, one cold and the other warm."

Shang Yanguang also heard it, and frowned slightly and looked at the two of them. He didn't expect that the men in the entertainment circle were more powerful than the women in kowtowing.

Yuan Qingyang noticed that Shang Yanguang was unhappy, and quickly said: "Everyone be quiet, I have something to say. After unanimous negotiation, it was decided that the daily interview limit is 80 people. The one who is going in now is No. 78. Please prepare on the 79th and 80th, and the rest please go back first."

Most of the people present were silent when they heard Yuan Qingyang's words, but there was always someone who was bold enough to stand out and couldn't hold back the words, and retorted loudly: "Why, Mr. Yuan, who didn't eat early in the morning?" Waiting without drinking, why didn't you say that there are only [-] places a day, and now people are waiting in vain..."

Everyone could see Yuan Qingyang's smile that didn't reach his eyes, not to mention Shang Yanguang looked at that person unkindly.

The friend who came with him hurriedly stopped him from talking.

Shang Yanguang said with a hoarse voice: "The interview is 6 minutes per person, 78 people, non-stop, and it will take eight hours. We understand that everyone's waiting is unbearable, and the upper limit is set to maintain a better state for everyone. Interview, try to do it, give every artist who aspires to develop with the company, a fair and just treatment. That's it, let's leave."

Yuan Qingyang looked at Shang Yanguang's face was a little pale at this moment, and he didn't want to explain anything to the people anymore, and dragged him to the elevator.

In the elevator, Yuan Qingyang asked Shang Yanguang anxiously, "Why are you so pale? Is it hypoglycemia? Or is it a stomachache?"

Shang Yanguang is a workaholic. As soon as he joined the film crew and became busy, he ignored everything. He was young, but he had a lot of illnesses on his body.

Shang Yanguang frowned and replied, "I have a stomachache and a little dizziness."

Yuan Qingyang also frowned, and said with Shang Yanguang: "Hurry up and take medicine in my office. I have persuaded you so many times, back off, your body can't afford it anymore, if you continue like this... "

Shang Yanguang clutched his stomach, interrupted Yuan Qingyang and said, "I won't be able to make movies during this period of time. The closure of 'Huanying' not only added a lot of things to 'Xingcheng', but also made a big impact on the entire entertainment circle." Shuffle the cards. The butterfly effect behind this will never be leveled off in two years."

Yuan Qingyang refuted him anxiously: "Even if this is the case, I should be more tired. Can you worry less?"

Shang Yanguang didn't speak for a long time, his stomach cramped and his mind was dizzy.

Yuan Qingyang took great pains to mix him into the office. Yuan Qingyang's secretary saw Shang Yanguang's appearance, skillfully took out the stomach medicine in the drawer, and poured another glass of warm water.

Yuan Qingyang helped Shang Yanguang to lie down on the sofa bed, took the medicine and water from the secretary, fed them to Shang Yanguang's mouth, stared at him and drank half a cup of warm water.

Shang Yanguang kept frowning, eyes closed, and a thin layer of sweat broke out from the pain on his forehead.

Yuan Qingyang just wanted to call the secretary, when he saw him bring a pot of warm water very skillfully.

Yuan Qingyang saw that the water was coming, so he started to unbutton Shang Yanguang's shirt.

Just when the towel was wet and about to wipe, Shang Yanguang grabbed Yuan Qingyang's hand and said, "I'll do it myself."

Yuan Qingyang raised his eyebrows, knocked off Shang Yanguang's hand unhappily, and replied, "Lie down well. The president will serve you."

Shang Yanguang's hands were weak, and Yuan Qingyang knocked him off as soon as he walked. He hung down, but his mouth was still very stiff, and he replied: "It's not rare."

(End of this chapter)