MTL - Rebirth of the Godly Prodigal-Chapter 57 It’s you!

"This... doesn't this work?" The Personnel Manager feels a bit dizzy now. Don't want such a talent, what do you have to do?

After that, the third person, the fourth person, the fifth person... Hong Dali all the way PASS, more and more languid. The staff at the end of the Chinese network looked at the fog and couldn’t understand the true thoughts of Hong Dali. However, people are now the president of this website. He has not spoken yet, and others naturally cannot have any opinions. Besides, the two thousand red envelopes are all collected, and the endurance will pass.

Soon, the last person, the people present at this time have no hope, because the person came up with a sentence: "Hello everyone, my name is Zhang Wenyang, graduated from ... forget or not say It’s a third-rate university, and it doesn’t make sense to say it.”

After listening to this statement called Zhang Wenyang, the girl’s staff couldn’t help but screamed.

The personnel manager was suddenly overwhelmed: "We are recruiting the head of the business department, you... can you do this?"

Hong vigorously squinted at his desk and glanced at it. Zhang Wenyang wore his hair, his hair was messy, his skin was dark, and he looked more like a worker who was moving bricks on the construction site. However, he did not have any preconceptions, but he was weak and asked: "Well, you know, what do you have?"

"I will spend money!" Zhang Wenyang stood up and said: "I think that for the current Chinese website, how to save money is the most important thing!"

"It's you!" Hong vigorously got up in a moment, and the slap of the table made a loud noise of "啪", which shocked everyone: "Just you, finally found a taste for me." It's not easy!"

Hey, the sound of a chin falling on the ground.

The personnel manager is screaming: "My heart, I am feeding... What rules do you have for this little ancestor?"

The nine big dog legs think: "Hey, these gangsters, the temper of the Lord, can you find out?"

Those who have already had high-educational interviews are rushing to the ground, and their high academic qualifications have not been chosen. They have been chosen by Zhang Wenyang, a leopard who graduated from a third-rate university. This is why they are so embarrassed!

There are several people who even yell: "The shady, you are a shady!" and then dragged out of the conference room by the dog's legs.

Hong Dali completely ignored the various exclamations and exclamations of the people around him. The two eyes were shining and asked Zhang Wenyang: "Talk about how you plan to spend money! It’s good to have a reward!"

“It’s affirmative to spend money.” Zhang Wenyang said slowly: “I think that a website wants to have a good start, and the number of authors must be increased. Therefore, the author’s treatment must be improved. Currently the largest book station in China. It is a turkey bookstore. The treatment is that the proportion of the website and the author is 6 to 4, and the website accounts for 60%. At the same time, there is a full attendance award, and the website is updated with 5,000 words a month. The website has an extra one for each month. Some others are more fragmented. ""

Speaking of this, Zhang Wenyang paused and continued: "So, since the Turkish Book City is our biggest enemy, then we must press them on the treatment, so that more authors can be attracted. My The plan is that we will end the Chinese network with the author four to six, the author six, full-time 6,000 words a day, two hundred a month."

The general manager can't wait to go up and call this Zhang Wenyang's foot. You know that we don't know that we are losing money with the turkey bookstore. You are paying for it, how much money do we have to go in?

I didn't want to be vigorous and laughed. "Okay, I like it! Anyway, I didn't expect to make money. Just do it, is there anything else?"

Zhang Wenyang continued: "Then is advertising, overwhelming advertising, as long as it is usually love to read books, you have to know our website. Even if you don't know the turkey book city, you must know our Chinese website!"

This time the personnel manager couldn't help it: "Young people, you know that you don't know how much money you have to go in? At least a few hundred million, who can start?"

"Just do it!" Hong Dali simply ignored the personnel manager and directly hammered: "I like this!"

There was a sigh around, the company’s performance was not high, and it’s definitely a big loss. It won’t take long to support it. Even if Hong has a lot of money, but can’t afford to toss it, advertising is something else. Things are different. Something else is a one-off, a sum of money goes down, and it’s over when you buy it. Advertising, this is a matter of spending money, no limit.

After Zhang Wenyang finished this, he paused and finally said: "But it is not a good time to advertise. The nature of the novel is similar to entertainment. Everything is based on quality. The goddess Li Nianwei is not very talented. It’s absolutely impossible to have a fire in just one concert. It’s no longer meaningful to put on a second-rate singer and how to hold it.

"Well, I saw it a bit." Hong vigorously nodded. "That's the first thing. You should start to improve the author's treatment first. Right, don't be four or six, direct Sanqi, let's three."

"Defeated, defeated the family..." The general manager slammed his face: "Can that still make money?" Of course he didn't dare to say it...

"Well, it’s all gone, right, the editors left, I have something to ask." Hong waved his hand vigorously: "Nothing to go home."

The people who were irrelevant soon came out of the conference room. At this time, only the Hongli, the nine doglegs and more than a dozen editors were left in the conference room.

Hong vigorously asked: "I ask you one thing, I want to find some authors, you help me think about seeing this happening."

“Let the Lord please,” asked a bald editor in the crowd.

"Well, it is the kind of book that is written, killing and killing. You look at me and I yell at you. You yell at me, I am destroying your family. Is there any?" Get on the two-hundred-watt bulb. He spent all his time mixing time in class.

"This...this..." A group of editors swept the sweat and looked at each other. I looked at you. Finally, the bald editor said: "I have encountered a few of them. I looked at the novel before I remembered it. Their name is..."

"True and false?!" Hong Dali finally got a little bit of spirit: "Are you a job now?"

The bald head replied: "Return to the Lord, I am now a group editor, my name is Tang Jinghui."

"In the future, you are the editor-in-chief!" Hong vigorously slammed a slap in the face, and then a middle-aged man directly glimpsed. Don't ask, this is definitely the former editor, the master who is hard to explain.

"Whoever has those people, introduce me to the introduction." Hong vigorously said: "See if I can satisfy me!"