money player

Chapter 112 Sweeping the Tail of Shirt

Qiu Degen stood up from the sofa, clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Xian, I wonder if I am qualified to cooperate with you?"

"Boss Qiu, the word qualification is too strong." Xian Yaowen also stood up and invited Qiu Degen to sit down, "We gentlemen don't talk secretly. If I didn't want to cooperate with Boss Qiu, I wouldn't invite you here to talk about country theaters. Something about that. Boss Qiu, do you want to hear me talk about the rules of cooperation?"

"Mr. Xian, please speak, I am all ears." Qiu Degen sat upright.

"Before I say anything, I would like to take the liberty of asking Boss Qiu a question. How much savings does Boss Qiu have now?"

Qiu Degen didn't even bother to hit anyone, and answered directly: "More than seven hundred, less than eight hundred."

Xian Yaowen nodded and raised his index finger, "Boss Qiu, first of all, I, you, Manager Lin, and China Garment will jointly establish a company. I hope this company will be called Yanshanwei.

"掹" means "扌" on the left and "Meng" from Mencius on the right. "掹" means pulling and tugging in the vernacular. The tail of the shirt is the hem of the clothes. When the tails of the shirt are put together, it means pulling the hem of the clothes.

I hope that when our theater opens, an unwritten rule will be implemented: an adult who has purchased a ticket can bring a child under 4 feet into the theater. Moreover, the child does not need to know the adult, as long as Children can enter as long as they can tease the tail of an adult's shirt.

Boss Qiu, we all came here when we were children. We all know how playful children are. Once our theater opens, there will definitely be many children playing around in the theater. They naturally want to watch movies. But not every parent will give their children money to watch movies, so I thought of setting a rule like this to allow the bolder among them to have the opportunity to watch movies for free, while stopping the shy and timid ones. There will be too many children in attendance, and the theater will not be too noisy. "

"The human touch." Qiu Degen muttered.

"Yes, it's human touch. A walled village basically has the same surname. The villagers are all related by relatives. The circle is very narrow. Everyone knows almost everyone. How we behave and do things will spread throughout the walled villages radiated by the theater in a few days. We have a human touch and they will naturally be willing to come to our theaters. Even if there are competitors in the future, we will have a better chance of winning."

Xian Yaowen raised two fingers, "Second, Boss Qiu is solely responsible for Yan Shanwei's affairs. Apart from sending an accountant, I will not take the initiative to interfere with Yan Shanwei's other matters. I will give Boss Qiu the greatest freedom and the greatest freedom." There is room for performance. However, if Boss Qiu encounters something that cannot be solved, I will come forward to solve it."

Xian Yaowen raised three fingers, "Third, the basic development idea of ​​Yanshanwei is this. Start with one theater to create a model, and then start opening the second and third theaters as soon as the theater balances its income and expenses.

Boss Qiu, please listen carefully to what I am going to say next. It has a lot to do with your personal interests. "

Qiu Degen perked up his ears.

Xian Yaowen raised four fingers, "Fourth, the start-up capital of Yanshanwei is 1 yuan. Boss Qiu, you will invest 1000 yuan and hold 10% of the shares at the beginning. When the first theater is on track, you can open up the second theater." , your share will increase by 5% to 15%; when five theaters are on track, your share will be 20%; when ten theaters are on track, your share will be 25%.

When it reaches 25%, I will not allocate any more shares to Boss Qiu, but Boss Qiu will have an opportunity to buy 10% of the shares from me at a fair price. The value of the shares will be calculated based on % of the estimated valuation when Boss Qiu proposed the purchase. .

When it reaches 35%, if Boss Qiu still wants to occupy more shares, then we can only put aside our friendship. I will offer a price that I think is very cost-effective. Whether you buy it or not depends on how much Boss Qiu believes in Shanwei. Confidence.

Boss Qiu, do you have any objection to the distribution of shares? "

"No, Mr. Xian's allocation took great care of me. I want to thank Mr. Xian for his generosity." Qiu Degen said happily.

"As long as Boss Qiu is satisfied, there are a few more points I would like to add:
First, the money in Yanshanwei's account belongs to all shareholders. If you want to put it in your own pocket, you need the consent of other shareholders. Taking it without asking is embezzlement. Whoever embezzles will have their shares unconditionally deprived and kicked out of the company. .

Second, Boss Qiu, as the manager of Yanshanwei, you should have a salary. It is tentatively set at 100 yuan per month in the first year, and you will wait until the end of the year to evaluate and decide how much to increase.

Third, the upper limit of my capital injection into Yanshanwei is 3 yuan. If you need to increase the capital, I will help you advance your share, Boss Qiu. If it exceeds 3 yuan, you will get a loan from the bank in the name of Yanshanwei. I will take care of it there, but the debt will be borne by the shareholders in proportion to their shares.

Fourth, if Yanshanwei is not managed well and has never been successful, Boss Qiu will bear most of the responsibility. Half of the money I invested in Yanshanwei will be recovered. If Yanshanwei is not worth so much by then, it will not be enough. Part of it will be supplied to me by you, Boss Qiu.

Boss Qiu, I can confidently say that if I manage Yanshanwei, I have the ability to turn it into a hen that lays golden eggs in a very short time.

The project is very good and the timing is also very good. If we can't do it, we shouldn't do it. Logically speaking, I should ask Boss Qiu to pay the compensation. But if we can't do it, I can't say that I don't have any responsibility, so I only say half of it.

Okay, I have said everything that needs to be said. Before officially signing the contract, there is a chance to regret it. Boss Qiu, please think about it slowly. "

"There is no need to think about it. If you can't do it, I will be responsible for all losses of Mr. Xian, but I want 15% of the initial shares." Qiu Degen said loudly.

"Hahaha." It’s clear what I mean.”

Qiu Degen regretted not taking the opportunity to buy more shares. He was not worried about failure at all. Guaranteed compensation was no big deal to him. If possible, he would prefer to borrow money, resources and connections from the other party at high interest rates.

"Mr. Xian, when will the tail of the shirt start to be activated?"

Xian Yaowen stretched out his palm. Qiu Degen understood and extended his palm too, and the two clapped each other's palms.

Having already high-fived each other, Xian Yaowen did not need to answer. After chatting about the details for a while, Qiu Degen set out to charge Yan Shanwei with high spirits.

On the other side, Zhou Xiaoyun's office.

Zhang Derong sat on a chair, with bloodshot eyes hanging from the corners of his mouth, gauze on one cheek and a red palm print on the other cheek. Opposite him sat Zhou Xiaoyun with a gloomy face.

Just now, Zhou Xiaoyun knew what happened last night, and just now, he was angry and punished Zhang Derong for his extraneous incident.

Chengxing Rice Shop is Zhou Xiaoyun's personal property, and he ordered Zhang Derong to embezzle Cenji. However, he did not let Zhang Derong seduce Cen Daniu's young wife, nor did he give instructions to kill both mother and daughter. Zhang Derong came to beg him after suffering a loss. Call the shots, but it pissed him off so much.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Zhou Xiaoyun picked up the ashtray on the executive desk and threw it at Zhang Derong, "Brother, I will make you lose control of your crotch."

Boom!
Clang, bone, bone...

The ashtray hit Zhang Derong on the forehead, bounced onto his thigh, then fell to the ground, swayed a few times, and then became quiet.

His forehead hurt, but Zhang Derong did not dare to rub it for fear of arousing Zhou Xiaoyun's anger. He could only bear it for a while. When the pain stopped, he put on a pitiful look on his face and said miserably: "Young Master, it's my fault for sleeping with Cen Daniu's little wife, but Xian Yaowen made my face look like this. It's me who's hurt, but it's your face that's hurt, Young Master."

Zhou Xiaoyun said angrily: "It seems that I have underestimated you, you still want to take advantage of me, don't treat me as a fool, only Fatty Kun knows that I am standing behind you, and Xian Yaowen doesn't know anything, how can he lose my face?" Get out of here and rebandage it, then come back in half an hour."

"Yes, yes." Zhang Derong stood up and said solemnly. After the office fell into silence, Zhou Xiaoyun opened the drawer of the executive desk, took out a stack of file bags, put the first one aside, opened the second one, and pulled out a few pieces of paper, which contained information about Xian Yaowen.

Ever since he accidentally noticed Xian Yaowen while investigating Zhou Xiaohuan, and coupled with the supply of fabrics, Zhou Xiaoyun began to pay attention to Xian Yaowen, not because Xian Yaowen was so great, but because he paid attention to everyone who entered the game.

As for what kind of game it is, it is naturally the inheritance game of the Zhou family's property.

Regardless of whether the family is poor or rich, once it comes to dividing the family property, it is rare for brothers to be respectful to each other. It is common for brothers to fight with each other and even fight with each other.

If possible, after a hundred years of Zhou Maochen, Zhou Xiaoyun will monopolize the Zhou family's property and not give a single son to Ling Junru, Zhou Xiaohuan, mother and son. For this goal, Zhou Xiaoyun has been carefully planning.

Zhou Xiaoyun read Xian Yaowen's information again, lit a cigarette and held it in his hand. He didn't smoke it, but just let it burn freely.

He knew everything that happened at Kunyuan Gambling Stall last night. Even what Xian Yaowen said fell into his ears verbatim. Because of this, he had a strong interest in Xian Yaowen and Xian Yaowen's operations. He seems to be reckless, but he is always reasonable. Even if he wants to find fault, he will do it out of nowhere, unless he ignores it and directly retaliates secretly.

"If you can be reasonable in everything, would you not think of taking revenge secretly? You must have something to rely on, and you are not too worried about revenge. What exactly do you rely on?"

Zhou Xiaoyun has lofty aspirations. Inheriting the Zhou family property is only a small step in his life plan. Building "his Zhou family" into the Eastern Rothschild family is a big step in his life. In order to take this solid step Dabu, his thoughts are very close to Xian Yaowen - unite all the forces that can be united and hand them over to those who can be used for their own purposes.

At this time, he had no desire to retaliate against Xian Yaowen, but he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to make friends.

3pm.

Qi Longdao, who had just returned from outside, leaned into Xian Yaowen's ear and said, "Zhang Derong went to Zhou's Trading Company in the Wharf office building. The boss is Zhou Xiaoyun."

Xian Yaowen nodded and waved his hand to signal Qi Longdao to retreat.

You can offend Zhang Derong even if you don’t know who is behind him, but you shouldn’t offend him before you know who he is. Not long after he left Kunyuan Gambling Stall last night, Qi Longque rushed over to meet Aye and stared at Zhang Derong. It took more than ten hours to get the answer he wanted.

He had to sigh, "The world is such a small place." He met the eldest brother of the Zhou family again, but this was not bad. He was still discussing business with the Zhou family, so the possibility of being slapped was not too great.

After thinking for a while, he put the matter aside and continued to look at the resume in his hand.

The Human Resources Department interviewed several more candidates today. The less important positions will be decided by the Human Resources Department, while the more important positions will be handed over to him for his decision.

The resume in his hand is very interesting. According to Zhong Lin, the applicant is a noble lady. She definitely came here in a pampered way, at least she used to be.

"Fei Baoshu, 38 years old, divorced, has 5 children in the Mainland, the eldest is 19 years old. He once lived in Lane 1136, Yuyuan Road, Shanghai, Lane 1136... Where was Wang Boqun's old residence?"

Xian Yaowen recalled it. If he remembered correctly, that alley was full of villas, and the people who could live there were not ordinary people. Fei Baoshu's family or her ex-husband's family background should not be simple.

"It's interesting for a pampered lady to interview a design intern."

Xian Yaowen muttered and wrote "agree to admit" on the corner of his resume. Regardless of Fei Baoshu's level of design, her pampered past and divorced status alone were worth recruiting.

The boudoir relationship between men and women requires financial support, and high-end gameplay often only comes from wealthy families. Although he knows how to put himself in someone else's shoes, he is a man and not a woman after all, and the conclusion he draws is definitely not as good as a woman's practical summary. The design soul needed for the "secret" can probably be extracted from Fei Baoshu.

When you are busy, time flies.

In the blink of an eye, Xian Yaowen was already sitting in his living room, watching Su Lizhen and Cen Peipei staring at each other.

He had just come back for a while, and Wang Xiamin said that Cen Peipei was following him. He still didn't know why Cen Peipei came so quickly. Logically speaking, even if she resigned today, she would be asked to stand on the last shift. She shouldn't be so early. After get off work, besides, leaving home to live with a "wild man" should at least have a tug-of-war. Has Lin Wanwan's powder keg exploded?
If he couldn't figure it out, he didn't bother to think about it. Anyway, he could ask later. He sipped tea, talked to Wang Xiamin and watched the play with leisurely eyes.

"At ten o'clock in the morning, a lady named Zhou called and asked Mr. to have afternoon tea at the Peninsula Hotel at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

"Any more?"

"At around one o'clock in the afternoon, a foreigner named Robert called and said that things were OK, sir, and asked you to call him back. These are the two calls, and there are no others."

"Well, tomorrow you hang up the phone company and ask them to come over and pull two more lines to the fourth floor of Building 3 and Building 4."

The phone lines were opened one after another, and Xian Yaowen made himself the VIP of the phone company. No application letters or greetings were needed. Just make a call and the phone company would send someone to pull the line as soon as possible.

"Okay." Wang Xiamin said, glancing in the direction of the two women, and said worriedly: "Sir, her...husband..."

"Ms. Su, Ms. Cen, you can call them this way from now on, and there is no need to change your words." Xian Yaowen's eyes wandered from Su Lizhen and Cen Peipei, "What I said before remains unchanged. When I am away, this family will be yours." As a leader, just maintain the due respect for them. There is no need to deliberately please them. They can't control you, but you can control them.

I cut off a piece of family magic last time and I'll give it to you later. From now on, I'll slap whoever the two of them get into trouble, no need to hold back, just slap them to death, put them in a sack and throw them into the sea. "

Although he said it harshly, it was basically bullshit. No matter how brave Wang Xiamin was, without him directly giving the order, how could she dare to really slap Su Lizhen and the two of them? What he said was just to make Wang Xiamin clear about his attitude and not to be ambiguous. She was at a loss.

As expected, Wang Xiamin did not dare to respond. She looked at her nose with her eyes and her heart with her nose, pretending to be a deaf-mute.

Xian Yaowen didn't want to embarrass her, so he changed the topic with his next sentence, "Singers basically have a stage name. Have you ever thought about giving yourself a stage name?"

Wang Xiamin responded shyly: "I've thought about it."

"Oh, what's it called?"

"The last name is the same as my aunt's, Fang Jingyin, solemn Jing, the sound of music, sir, do you think it sounds good to you?"

"Fang Jingyin?" Xian Yaowen was slightly startled.

(End of this chapter)