Who doesn’t want to make money after being reborn?

Chapter 247 I’ll kill you!

"Someone else's annual party!"

"Oops, I'm still rehearsing the show, why would TT recommend this live broadcast to me?"

"The four great mentors, the four great masters, and the Phoenix Legend, this card is big enough!"

“I’m so willing to spend money!”

"It's decided. When you get the year-end bonus, you can hug Mr. Luo's lap and even clean the house!"

"Give me a monthly salary of 40,000 yuan, and I can wash the toilet every day, not to mention weekends and one month of paid annual leave."

"I've been holding back my words."

"Damn it, comparing people to each other is so annoying."

"Mr. Luo, please accept your magical powers. We hard-working workers don't want to see such a show off of red fruits."

"Alas!~"

“I envy the employees of Bytedance Group, they have a good boss.”

"Our chairman is still promoting his theory of good fortune. I really want to strangle him to death!"

"You are still young, don't... Whenever you do something, remember to call me!"

"..."

Bytedance Group's annual meeting held in advance was broadcast live on the TT platform, and was supported by hot searches.

The gorgeous performance attracted crowds of workers.

Everyone complained.

I just hate that I am not a member of the audience sitting at the annual meeting.

After all, it is better to sit at a big round table and watch professional singers and actors perform than to go on stage and make a fool of yourself.

By the way, eat melon seeds and drink.

Let’s have a meal together after the show is over.

This is the annual meeting that workers yearn for!

at the same time.

Internet giants scattered across the country are also paying attention to the live broadcast of Bytedance Group's annual meeting.

It was scary to watch.

"You just know this guy is done!"

"The annual meeting can also be used to make a fuss and squeeze out old companies like us."

"Nima!"

"..."

Brother Ma was lying on the sofa watching the live broadcast with his mobile phone, and he was not idle, complaining about Luo Hui's dirty tricks.

No need to guess.

The idea of ​​spending money on the annual meeting must have come to him and Jack Ma, and also picked up other domestic companies that were about to hold annual meetings.

There is no harm without comparison.

Compared with the programs performed by the professional team that the Byte Band spent money to hire, the annual meetings held by major domestic companies must all have a traditional domestication process such as boss speeches, executive speeches, and employees presenting programs.

Well, it's domestication.

Also called PUA, it is an old method used by bosses to cultivate employee compliance.

The same thing is to increase the centripetal force of the company. Byte's kind of organization will definitely be more popular among workers.

No need to worry about preparing for the show.

There should be no pie-in-the-sky part. Instead, practical information will be revealed directly, and year-end dividends or bonuses will be distributed directly on the spot.

Although the show is still going on, Brother Ma has made a lot of guesses about Luo Hui's next arrangements.

But there is nothing to do.

Before watching the live broadcast, he didn't expect that brat to make a fuss about the annual meeting and continue to pressure him to bow his head.

Forget it!

Stop watching.

The more I watched, the more upset I became.

After turning off TT, the upset Xiao Ma made a video call and contacted Jack Ma directly: "Have you watched the live broadcast of ByteDance's annual meeting?"

"I'm reading it."

Jack Ma had a look on his face, obviously very unhappy.

"This kid obviously has no end in sight and continues to play tricks."

"You're not willing to lose money, so why are you talking so much?"

"Fuck, that's WeChat's shares, you're putting it lightly, why don't you lose Alipay's shares?"

"I don't want it!"

"Try it." "Then go ahead and try it. If you can use Alipay's shares to end this tug-of-war with the other party, I am absolutely willing. Of course, I can't pay for it alone, everyone has to help me share some of it." .”

"Forget it, I'll just say casually, that guy is really not interested in your Alipay."

"Just kidding, I spent nearly 20 billion in marketing expenses to catch up with the number of WeChat Pay users in China. But the activity level is not as high as others."

"Didn't you do Huabei?"

"The data is not ideal. WeChat's online merchant banking seems to be more useful and the activity is very high."

"Then, is there any way you can keep this kid busy for a few days so that he doesn't have to stare at us and beat us all day long?"

"If I have a way, why should I wait?"

"Then how?"

"Be patient, concentrate on being a fast player, and steal all TT's traffic. This kid will not be so arrogant."

"..."

Beijing.

In a villa.

Yang Qing complained to Master Ba with a sad face about the recent troubles in the group: "I really can't control it."

"Especially the lower-level employees are very noisy."

"They said, since the salary of management can be in line with overseas markets, why can't the salary of grassroots employees be in line with overseas grassroots employees?"

“This is what ByteDance does.”

"Especially the unions."

"They have started organizing unions to negotiate with the company on salary issues."

"Baye, I can't stand it anymore."

waste!

Even the lower-level employees can’t handle it, so what do I need from you?

Listening to Yang Qing's complaints, Master Ba knocked the tea cup heavily on the coffee table: "What the heck! We are a manufacturing company, and our profit margins are not as high as those of Internet companies. How can we use the money to raise their wages?"

"But……"

Yang Qing was about to speak but stopped.

no way.

Now it's the rats that get into the air box and get the blame from both ends.

Especially after the unlucky reporter in today's hot topic exposed his annual salary of 100 million, the grassroots employees were all upset.

If a domestic electronics brand pops up quickly at this time, all the technical backbones will be hollowed out with just one word of greeting.

But, so what?

He is just a vase on the table, and the person who really calls the shots in the group is Master Ba.

Whatever you say is redundant.

“Don’t be afraid of the union!”

Ba Ye sighed slightly: "Anyone who participates in organizing a trade union will be expelled. There is a shortage of everything else in the country, but there is no shortage of people to work."

A hammer is fixed.

That’s how the issue of workers’ disputes over treatment has been settled.

Then, Master Ba picked up the smartphone that had been playing: "The annual meeting will be held tomorrow, and this little bastard is causing trouble for us again."

"You should seize the time to contact a few song and dance performance teams and let them perform on stage when the time comes."

"The program prepared by the staff is a bit weak. Let's make it lively and don't lose momentum."

Is it the momentum that we are lacking?

The only difference is money!

Byte Music hired a professional team to perform to provide benefits and relax their employees.

We already have our employees take time out of their busy schedules to rehearse the show. Isn’t it a bit superfluous to hire a professional performance team?

It's simply unnecessary.

Yang Qing was filled with emotion, but he could only show a respectful look and bow slightly: "Okay, I'll let someone contact you right now. I hope it's not too late."

"Go ahead, I will also contact a few familiar art troupes and ask them to recruit people to help with the scene."

Ba Ye waved his hand.

He chased Yang Qing away like a fly.

"Snapped!"

As soon as Yang Qing went out, Master Ba dropped his cell phone.

He angrily looked at the scattered mobile phone parts and complained: "You stupid little bastard, I'll beat you to death!"

(End of this chapter)