Post-2000 boss: You can be late up to seven days a week!

Chapter 242 Li Xiaoyang: Does Sister Luo know that you send so much money?

When the photographer heard what Cao Che said, his mentality collapsed.

Looking at Cao Che with a strange face in front of him, he sighed helplessly.

"I thought the year-end bonus was just a few more months of salary..."

Cao Che shook his head and educated the photographer in front of him.

"A salary of several months is called a dozen salary, and a year-end bonus is a year-end bonus!"

"Normally, the company should issue both."

With that said, Cao Che picked up the phone and continued to send out red envelopes. There are currently five left, all for old employees like Pang Dahai and others.

"Next, employee No. 5 of the company, Liu Guanshan!"

The next moment, Liu Guanshan walked onto the podium with a somewhat ashamed expression on his face.

He took the red envelope from Cao Che's hand.

Looking at Cao Che with a serious face in front of him, Liu Guanshan's heart suddenly became cold.

This is probably because Mr. Cao was dissatisfied with his previous projects!

There is definitely something I can do better!
Liu Guanshan was speculating on Cao Che's thoughts when Cao Che's slightly cold voice came out.

"Guanshan, in the new year, I hope you will continue to work hard!"

Liu Guanshan suddenly raised his head and looked towards Cao Che, nodding quickly in assurance.

"Yes! Mr. Cao! I will definitely live up to your expectations in the next year!"

Upon seeing this, Cao Che nodded with relief.

This is your own fishing general!
The company's next plan to lose money depends on him.

Although Liu Guanshan found himself a text planner in "Life", Da Liudang, under his own control, the results were still good.

In the end, the game didn't take off, and there was no hope of even getting back the money.

But the plot has become a lot more popular now.

I believe that by then, Teacher Liu’s novels will definitely be sold out.

When the time comes, I will be able to lose a lot of money. You are really as smart as me!
Thinking of this, Cao Che felt much better and continued to call.

"Next. Employee No. 4 in the company, Li Xiaoyang!"

A man from science and engineering wearing black-rimmed glasses and a plaid shirt walked onto the podium.

Since the Three Kingdoms War, Li Xiaoyang has been responsible for processing the background data of Huyu Platform, and he can be regarded as having a lot of credit.

After so long, Cao Che had already forgiven him for his previous backstabbing behavior.

He handed the red envelope to Li Xiaoyang and congratulated:
"Xiaoyang! Happy New Year!"

Li Xiaoyang looked at the red envelope in front of him. He had already known in the audience that the red envelope contained a huge bank card, shopping card and employee card.

His expression suddenly became strange.

"Brother Che, you give everyone so much money. Does Sister Luo know about this?"

When Cao Che heard this, his expression suddenly changed.

The expression on his face instantly became extremely stiff.

"This, this..."

Cao Che was hit hard by Li Xiaoyang in front of him, and he became a little angry.

"Why do you care so much, you little brat! Just take your red envelope!"

With that said, Cao Che got angry and stuffed the red envelope into Li Xiaoyang's hand.

The expression of the photographer on the side suddenly changed, his eyes widened, and he looked towards Cao Che with shock.

He took a step back slightly.

"Brother, you are sending money without Sister Luo's consent???"

The photographer has a vivid memory of this ruthless man who could split open a solid wood table with his bare hands.

Luo Miaomiao is not only in charge of the company's various expenses, but also has a close relationship with Cao Che. If she knew about this, would she perform a tear-up of the boss at the company's annual meeting to entertain everyone?
Thinking of this, the photographer suddenly took a breath and looked at Cao Che with admiration.

"Brother, you are too brave, aren't you?"

Hearing this, Cao Che disagreed.

"Hmph! The money has been distributed, how can she get it back?"

"Besides, as a big company boss, how can I be intimidated by her?"

"Well, Sister Luo is here..."

"Ahem! My stomach hurts a little. I'll go to the toilet first..."

Cao Che just turned around and was about to run away when he suddenly realized there was someone behind him.

He immediately stopped and looked at the photographer with some resentment.

"If you do this, your red envelope will be gone..."

The photographer was stunned when he heard what Cao Che said.

Pointing to himself in disbelief.

"Eh??? Bro, do I still have a red envelope???"

Cao Che nodded decisively and took out a bulging red envelope from his pocket.

"In the past six months, you have suffered a lot in our company. You can chat with everyone even if you have nothing to do. You have witnessed our life from the Three Kingdoms to the present. You can be regarded as half of the company. Why? No?"

As he spoke, Cao Che handed the red envelope in his pocket to the photographer in front of him.

The photographer is not a member of the company, so the red envelope is naturally much smaller than that of employees, plus he cannot use the company's funds.

So Cao Che used his own personal money to give him the red envelope.

Although it is not much, at least it is a thought.

Anyway, he is a millionaire now, so Cao Che, who has only three melons and two dates, doesn't care at all.

He suddenly became a nouveau riche, and he wanted the whole world to know that he was rich.

The photographer was greatly moved by the red envelope in front of him, thinking of the days he spent with Cao Che.

Snot and tears suddenly flowed out.

"Brother! You are really my brother!"

With that said, the photographer made a gesture to hug Cao Che.

Cao Che's face suddenly froze and he took several steps back in fear.

"Don't come over here! Wipe your snot for me!"

Seeing Cao Che being chased by photographers on the podium, the employees in the audience laughed out loud.

Every two minutes, Cao Che handed out the remaining red envelopes.

Luo Miaomiao never returned to her seat, so Cao Che collected her red envelope for her first.

After giving out the red envelopes, Cao Che coughed a few times, attracting everyone's attention.

"Well, as we all know, the New Year is approaching, and the New Year's Eve holiday is canceled this year, so..."

Hearing this, the bricklayers who had been slumped in their seats with despairing expressions suddenly sat up as if they had grasped the last straw to save their lives.

"I knew he would definitely say something about not having a holiday on New Year's Eve! He paid so much money, and he must be trying to squeeze employees so that they would not have a holiday during the New Year and would stay and work overtime!"

"Yes! That's right! The project performance is so bad, he must stop the loss!"

"Ha! At this point, Mr. Shen at least gave his employees a holiday!"

The three businessmen have been confused by Cao Che's operation. In their opinion, there should be no boss of such a company in the world.

I don't think about performance at all, but think about improving benefits and treatment for employees all day long.

While the audience was envious of the employee benefits of Cuttlefish Company, they also sighed helplessly.

(End of this chapter)