马瑟他妈的!
180 亿!
妈的,老大什么时候变得这么有钱了!
而当他们真的拿到那两万块钱在手时,他们大吃一惊.
我原本以为,就算老板回来了,也只会让公司重回正轨,但不会有快速发展的希望.
没想到,他们听到了一则让他们震惊无比的消息.
妈的,老板有 180 亿!
"老大...老大,你不会抢劫银行的!
没有人比周伟宏更了解秦奋芽的资产实力.
因为突然出现这么多钱,给他带来的不仅仅是震惊,也是更多的担忧.
请不要让这笔钱来历不明.
"胡说八道,我会抢劫银行吗?这是我爸爸给我的零花钱,让我想怎么花就怎么花吧!
"啊!"
什么!
180 亿零用钱.
别说周伟宏,就连已经恢复过来的员工,也再次愣住了.
老板的爸爸多有钱,敢给老板180多亿,让他随心所欲地花!
"嗯,李艳红先把20亿转到公司账户."
"是的,老板."
当20亿元转入公司账户,财务部门确认收货时,周伟宏和他的员工彻底惊呆了.
而惊喜不仅如此,还因为秦奋表达得很强烈.
"老周,醒醒.只有 20 亿让你变成这样.如果是 100 亿,你会晕倒的!
"对了,现在我有个大胆的主意."
周卫宏苦笑回过神来,道:"你是富老大,请告诉我!
"前天听说和我们同楼的另一家科技公司破产了,我们就去买下它."
"不,给我买这个地板."
"那这边就用在办公室里了,那边就变成一个小暗室."
"第一,找到荣成所有的宦官作者,把他们都放在小暗室里写小说."
听到秦奋的想法后,在场的所有人都惊呆了.
秦奋说了创作文学的编辑,作人员等人最想做的事情,这也是全世界读者最想做的事情.
找到那个该死的太监作者,把他关在一个小黑屋里,让他一边扛着砖头,一边在后面拿着一根大棍子,一边大笑.
帮我写完小说吧!
"李艳红,绑架你很熟悉,就这么干吧!"
秦奋摆了摆手,把这件事交给了他新招募的保镖团队.
"是的."灰色产业公司的前任经理李彦宏嘴角抽搐着回应.
周卫宏一脸无奈,同时注意到了跟秦奋一起来的保镖.
有些人脸上有疤痕,有些人的手臂上布满了纹身,无一例外,他们看起来都邋遢.
让我们回想一下我刚才说的话.绑架对他们来说非常熟悉.妈的,这一定是一帮阴暗的人!
老大,你真懂怎么玩!
人们因为生活而被迫不再继续写作,所以他们放弃了.通常人们只是骂骂咧咧,然后就不管它了!
You just arrested the man and locked him up in a small dark room!
Suddenly, Li Yanhong thought of something and said, "How should we treat them?"
"I'm just worried about where to spend the money, so I'll spend 1 billion and tell those eunuch authors that they will pay 100 yuan per thousand words. Those who don't agree will be tied up by me."
As soon as the words fell.
An editor seemed to have turned on some kind of switch, and gritted his teeth and said: "Boss, I have a few eunuchs with good potential. Can you help me catch them?"
Imagine arresting these eunuchs who had driven him to ecstasy, and then standing behind them with his Green Dragon Crescent Blade to supervise them and ask them to write.
It feels so fucking good. "Give them the address."
After this incident, other editors seemed to have thought of something and quickly agreed.
"Boss, I have them too. They are Tian Can Tu Dou, Tang Jia San Shao, Chen Dong..."
"Boss, I have one too..."
All the eunuch authors in Chengdu who made these editors hate them so much were reported to them with their addresses.
Then...
...
In a rental house in CH District, RC City.
The blue light of the computer shone on the face of a bearded young man. He held a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other, and looked dejectedly at the novel he had been struggling with recently.
I saw that under the novel comment section on the webpage, it said:
"Fuck, it's trash, it's ugly, put it on the blacklist."
"Stupid author, what a stupid thing he wrote. I couldn't finish reading the first chapter."
"What a rubbish book..."
Zhang Tao looked up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle and a tear rolled down from the corner of his eye.
"I failed again. I started writing novels at the age of 15, and every one of them became a hit. Is it true that the ancestors didn't give me a chance to make a living? I can't make money by writing novels?"
The WeChat he logged into his computer kept flashing, and messages kept coming in.
Girlfriend: "You loser, you can't even buy me clothes or cosmetics, what's the point of having you? Let's break up! Besides, I've already found a rich second-generation guy, don't reply to me."
Landlord: "I'm telling you, don't think you can stay here forever just by pretending to be dead. I'll come to collect the rent soon. If you can't pay, get out of here immediately."
Classmates: "@Zhang Tao, why is the great writer discontinued again? Didn't he say before that this book would definitely become a hit on the Internet?"
Parents: "Child, listen to your parents' advice. Don't insist on it. It's useless. You are not cut out for that job. We have found a factory for you. You can go to work in a few days."
WeChat keeps beeping.
Without even looking, Zhang Tao already knew what was sent.
Thinking that his efforts had been wasted once again and thinking about his miserable tomorrow, he became more melancholy.
At this moment.
'Bang'
His door was kicked open.
Several burly men wearing suits but with scars on their faces and tattoos on their hands walked in.
"Are you Huang Xing, who wrote the Super Plane Trading Terminal?"
Zhang Tao's heart trembled, and he shook his head and asked: "What happened to me?"
"We are the Chuangshi Literature Group. You have been dismissed. Your editor-in-chief is very unhappy. He checked your address in the background and asked us to come find you. We are going to put your library in a small dark room."
Damn it!
I've been dismissed, and the editor-in-chief is very unhappy. He's ready to put me in the black room!
What kind of operation is this! When did you write novels on the website and eunuch, and bring door-to-door service to pursue responsibility!
Zhang Tao's mouth twitched, and he said, "Brother, that's not how it's said, and that's not how it's calculated."
"I have been writing books for more than ten years. Every website, including Qidian, Zongheng, Zhulang, and iReader, has the remains of my novels. Every editor on the website wants to send me razor blades."
"But no website will pursue responsibility. Don't joke!"
At this point, his expression was gloomy, and he said: "Besides, how many people will read my novel? If it flopped, it's not worth your effort. I think you should just forget it."
"One thousand words for one hundred dollars."
Zhang Tao didn't say anything, but his expression made his meaning very clear.
"You must be kidding me. If I could really get one thousand words for one hundred dollars, I would write until you go bankrupt."
Hearing these words, several burly men laughed happily.
"As long as you agree, we won't have to kidnap you."
They were too lazy to continue talking nonsense. Zhang Tao's words were enough.
He carried it on his back, took it away, threw it into the car, sent it to the company, and locked it in a small dark room amid the grin of his editor-in-chief.