Prodigal System
Chapter 57
"Even ... Not even this one can?" HR Manager feels dizzy. If he didn't even want this kind of talent, then what exactly did he want?
One after another, Hong Dali passed the third, fourth, fifth person. The surrounding employees watched in confusion, unable to understand what was going on in his mind. However, since he was the chairman, they were powerless to say anything. Furthermore, they had already taken the 2,000 yuan red packet. So, all they had to do was tolerate and wait until the end.
Very quickly, the last person for the interview showed up. The employee had no hope, because the first words he said were: "Greetings to all, my name is Zhang Wenyang. I graduated from .. I would just skip mentioning this because it was only a third-rate university, there was not much point in mentioning it. "
Upon hearing her words, a large number of female employees could not help but laugh.
The HR manager was instantly infuriated to the point of entertainment. "We hired a director to be the head of the business services department. You ... are you sure you are capable?"
Hong Dali lay on the office desk with his eyes half closed and casually looked. This Zhang Wenyang was dressed carelessly, his hair was a mess, and he was a mature brown-skinned man. He looked like a brick-carrying worker from a construction site. Even so, it did not cause Hong Dali's first impression of him to be bad, but just asked weakly, "Yes, I understand. What can you do?"
"I know how to spend money!" Zhang Wenyang stood up with his head held high and chest bulging. "I believe that the most important thing to do for Zhong Dian in the current situation is to spend as much money as possible!"
"I chose you!" Hong Dali's spirit immediately shone. He hit the table hard, causing everyone to be shocked. "I chose you. Finally, I found someone who suited my taste. It's not easy!"
The sound of the impact of jaws falling on the floor could be heard.
The HR Manager roughly covered his chest with his hands. "My heart, oh mine .. what rule does this little ancestor hold in choosing people …"
Nine minions thought: Look at this country's bastards, do they think they can understand Young Master's thoughts?
The people with high qualifications who had already been interviewed were all exclaiming and objecting. That country bastard Zhang Wenyang who graduated from a third-rate university beat them to the job, how could they accept that!
Some even yelled: "Transaction is cheating, it's a fraudulent transaction!" Then, they were dragged out of the meeting room by the henchmen.
Hong Dali completely ignores the****** and exclamations from those around. With sparkling eyes, he asked Zhang Wenyang, "Tell me how you plan to spend the money! If your plan is good, I'll reward you!"
"This should be spent," Zhang Wenyang said gradually. "In my opinion, if a website wants to be successful, the number of authors should be large. Therefore, the scale of their treatment should be increased. Currently, the largest online novel website in the country is the Turkish Bookstore, and of the fortunately there are 60% owned websites and 40% owned by authors. They also get a reward for a full-time presence — the website rewards writers a hundred yuan if they update their chapters at a rate of 5,000 characters per day for a month. There are also some small gifts. "
Speaking up to there, Zhang Wenyang paused before continuing, "Therefore, since the Turkish Bookstore is our biggest rival, we must defeat them in terms of our treatment of writers. Only then can we attract more writers. My plan is for our website to split the — 40% profit for the website and 60% for the — writer and the monthly reward of 200 yuan if they maintain the rate of 6,000 characters per day. "
The general manager couldn't help but feel like giving Zhang Wenyang a kick. Do these bastards know that we've already made a loss now that our treatment is on the same level as theirs? If we improve the treatment, how much money will we lose?
Unexpectedly, Hong Dali laughed and said, "That's great, I like your idea! I'm not planning on making any money anyway. We'll follow your plan. Do you have any other advice?"
HR Manager can't take it anymore. "Young man, do you know how much money we need to spend? At least millions! Who is capable?"
"That's how!" Hong Dali ignored the HR manager and immediately decided. "This is how I love work!"
An angry voice came from the employee. The performance of the company was not at first; thus, they would definitely be at a loss if they followed Zhang Wenyang's plan. It will not be long before the company will not be able to maintain its operations at this level. Even if Hong Dali had the money, he would not be able to afford such a loss, completely different from other investments. Unlike others that only require one investment, there is no limit to how much you need to spend on advertising.
After Zhang Wenyang finished the previous sentence, he paused for a moment before concluding: "Right now, this is not the best time to start doing commercials. Novels and entertainment are similar in that their value depends on their quality. Goddess Li Nianwei would not have been able to rise to fame in just one concert had she not been so talented in the first place. If a second-rate singer had taken his place, no matter how much money and resources one spent supporting him, it would have been a waste. It's gonna be meaningless. "
“En, you have a point,” Hong Dali nodded. "Then, just follow the plan now. Start by improving the treatment of writers. Oh right, don't do four-six, do three-seven. We'll only take 30% profit%."
"Lost child, lost child .." The general manager turned his palm. "In that case, how do we make a profit?" Of course, he did not dare to say this out loud.
"All right, you're all dismissed. Oh right, the editor stays behind, I have some questions to ask." Hong Dali waved his hand gracefully. "Those who have nothing else can return home now."
Immediately, those unrelated left the meeting room. Now, only Hong Dali, his nine minions, and 10 plus editors were left behind.
Hong Dali asked, "I have one question to ask. I plan to find some writers. You guys help out and see if you've met someone like this before."
"Young Master, please mention your thoughts," a plontos-headed editor asked amidst the crowd.
"En, I want the kind that write about fighting and killing; if you look at me, I will hit you; if you scold me, I will kill your whole family; such people. Is there?" Hong Dali's eyes almost shine until comparable to a 200 watt — light bulb he relies on this kind of thing to spend his time in class.
"This ... this ..." The editors roughly wiped their sweat and looked at each other. Finally, the plontos-headed editor nervously said, "I've met a writer like this before. I quietly remembered their names because of the novelty of their novel …"
"Thank you!?" Hong Dali's spirit finally lifted. "What is your position in the company now?"
Baldy replied, "Young Master, I'm the main editor of group one now. My name is Tang Jinghui."
Hong Dali flicked his finger. "From now on, you'll be the editor-in-chief!" Upon hearing his words, a middle-aged man by the side shuddered. Needless to say, he had to be the editor-in-chief before, an unlucky man.
"The writers you're talking about, recommend them to me" Hong Dali said without further ado. "Let me see if they can satisfy me."