Chapter 1486
Who Begs Whom
After giving out gifts to everyone, the grand prize was drawn.
Last year it was a Mercedes-Benz C-Class, this year it's a BMW 3 Series.
After all, these days, if you own a BMW, there are plenty of young women willing to sit in your car and cry.
Whether you cry from heartbreak or from being forced to cry, that depends on your individual abilities.
Whether it was the red envelopes that everyone received or the Apple phones, tablets, and cars that were up for grabs in the lucky draw, it made the people from Deyuan Society and other studios extremely envious.
It's definitely more worthwhile to work with Boss Zhang!
Teacher Guo didn't come away without any benefits either.
Each student received a red envelope containing several hundred yuan, plus a down jacket.
It's not from Goose, not even from Bosideng.
It's a down jacket custom-made by Deyun Huafu, and it's produced and sold directly by the company.
It's warm, with a high fill power, and even better than what you buy outside.
But young people are the type who would rather freeze than not wear designer brands; they don't care about practicality, they just want to save face.
So when they saw Zhang Yuan's employees unpacking the new iPhone on the spot, they couldn't help but drool with envy.
Ultimately, ordinary people may feel proud of their company's industry standing, but what brings them more personal joy is often those "small favors and benefits."
The problem is that most bosses would rather throw money away than add an extra dish to their employees' meals.
It's not that workers see their bosses as class enemies, but rather that some bosses place workers on the opposite side of themselves.
He considered all the workers under his command to be "troublemakers".
But to say that "troublemakers" don't exist is impossible; after all, there are bound to be a few good-natured people everywhere.
For example, after winning the car, he went around toasting his employees to express his gratitude and appreciation for their hard work.
But then I heard several women whispering in my ear.
"You guys know Xiao Zhou who won the car lottery last year, right?"
"I sold the car shortly after I got it and got a lot of money."
"He quit his job right away, saying he was going to travel all over the country."
“I look at his Kaixin.com, and he posts pictures of scenery from all over the world all day long.”
"So happy! We're exhausted from classes all day, but he's so young and already traveling around."
"Yes, if I were his parents, I would be worried sick if I saw that my child didn't work or earn money and just played around."
"That's right, hey, do you think Xiao Huang, who just won the car, might do the same thing in a while?"
Zhang Yuan heard a lot of stories about middle-aged women from several companies... though they were only in their thirties.
They are chewing their tongues.
If you really want to tell me secretly, I won't hear you.
If I can hear it, I assume it was intentional.
He was somewhat emotional, and during their conversation, they mentioned Kaixin001.
Alas, the tears of a bygone era.
Back then, Kaixin.com and Renren.com, which were the early versions of Xiaonei.com, were the most popular social networking sites in China, with hundreds of millions of users.
The "stealing vegetables" game is still very popular right now, with people setting alarms in the middle of the night to wake up and "harvest" their friends' virtual crops.
The founder of the campus network is Wang Xing, and in its early days, it was a direct copy of Zuckerberg's Facebook.
Later, due to financing problems, they had no choice but to sell the company for only 200 million US dollars.
At its peak, Renren.com and Kaixin.com both had market capitalizations exceeding 10 billion yuan.
But who could have imagined that in just a few years, these two would be completely finished?
Wang Xing, on the other hand, used the $200 million he earned from selling Xiaonei.com to create Meituan.
Of course, like Renren.com, Meituan initially copied Groupon from North America.
Back then, domestic internet companies basically relied entirely on CTRL-C and CTRL-V.
But who could have imagined that, after another ten years or so, the Heavenly Gang would reverse course and begin to exert its influence in the opposite direction?
The times are changing too fast. So fast that many people haven't even had time to react before being thrown into the dustbin of history.
He suddenly realized that the "Hundred Regiments Offensive" seemed to be about to begin.
Keep this to yourself; you need to deal with internal matters first.
He pretended not to hear what the gossiping people were saying, and after toasting them, he quietly went to the table of company executives.
"Thinking, which department in the company do those overweight women at the table belong to?"
After hearing this, Yang Siwei glanced at her stomach.
I strongly suspect that the boss was actually mocking her.
"The Human Resources Department."
"Oh, that makes sense then. The HR department isn't doing anything right." Zhang Yuan nodded.
Upon hearing this, the people at the table immediately tensed up.
"What's wrong?" she asked cautiously.
"With the Chinese New Year approaching, some people feel that the world is too peaceful and not lively enough, so they look for opportunities to sow discord among their colleagues."
Zhang Yuan roughly understood what these guys were thinking.
Seeing others win big prizes makes me very envious.
The guy who sold his car traveled around and posted pictures online, which made these people even more furious as they secretly watched.
So, if I can't handle the ones who resigned and left, how can I not handle the ones I won this year?
In the workplace, the most feared thing is this kind of petty person.
You didn't offend him, but he just can't stand to see you doing well.
They'll come at you all the time, whether there's something to do or not.
"After returning to the company after the New Year, check the HR department's network status to see if anyone is secretly surfing the internet to do other things during work hours."
"If so, announce it to the entire company, naming names."
"And a serious warning: a second offense will result in immediate dismissal."
"Another announcement will be issued stating that all gifts distributed at the company's annual meeting and at other times will be subject to the owner's right of disposal and can be freely traded."
"But internal transactions are not allowed, especially transactions between management and employees."
After Zhang Yuan finished speaking, he glanced at the people at the table, who were all in management.
With more people around, there are bound to be more cunning individuals. There's no guarantee that a leader won't use work as leverage to force employees to hand over prizes or sell them to them at a low price.
Some of the stupidest and most disgraceful things are often done by "smart" people.
The leader in charge of personnel looked the worst, gritting his teeth.
I was having a great time, are you guys crazy?!
He's always causing trouble for his boss and his father.
Zhang Yuan only said that much, then toasted the group of people before leaving with a smile, appearing completely nonchalant.
"At least they didn't come after us." Zeng Jia breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the HR manager.
Yang Siwei shook his head slightly. "Are you sure Zhang Yuan didn't come looking for us?"
He said he was going out for a smoke, and after turning into a corner, he made a phone call to Shu Chang.
"After the New Year, have someone thoroughly investigate the company's internal procurement, reimbursement, and other financial matters."
"Investigate a few people, their ranks shouldn't be too low, at least mid-level."
The fact that they dare to deliberately say strange things to me indicates that things have become somewhat lax internally. We must take immediate action to strengthen our efforts to prevent major problems from arising later.
Changchang understood: if there's a problem, we need to find it; if there isn't, we need to create one and identify a few typical cases.
The key is not in the task, but in the people.
They planted a few flagpoles to make an example of someone.
Changchang agreed, and at the same time felt that after the Yu Zheng incident, Zhang Yuan's attitude towards handling problems was much more ruthless than before.
I felt much colder.
"By the way, Brother Yuan, my family said we're going abroad for Chinese New Year this year."
"Let's go see Juanjuan while we're at it."
"I can't come over."
"It's alright, don't worry about me." Zhang Yuan rubbed his nose. "You paid for all of this, didn't you?"
"As long as my family is happy," her answer was a tacit admission.
"Remember, in North America, avoid alleyways and places with few people."
"Don't skimp on hotels or shopping; go to the big venues."
"Try to stay home as much as possible after 9 p.m.
"It's not that safe outside."
"Okay, I'll be careful."
He put down his phone, a hint of melancholy on his face.
Everyone's busy, it's good to be busy.
Back in the main restaurant, he found Brother Long eating and bragging.
When Shu Chang said she was going abroad, he immediately thought about safety issues.
"How's the training going for the security company's people?"
"We've been practicing, and we're all exhausted from it."
"Okay, call them over tomorrow, and I'll give it a try on the spot."
"And send out some New Year's gifts as well."
As he was asking about the situation, a bald man and a woman with deep-set eyes came up behind him.
"Congratulations on your fortune, Mr. Zhang!"
"They get rich without your congratulations."
Xu Zheng and his wife spoke in unison.
"It's about everyone getting rich together," Zhang Yuan quickly pulled them down to sit.
"I happen to have something to tell you."
"My new script is finished," Xu Guangtou said in Mandarin with a slight Shanghai accent.
"That's great! What are the plans?"
"It's still going with the 'Lost in...' theme, still a road movie." "No problem, it's better to upgrade than to innovate, right?"
"Yes, yes, you know your stuff." The bald man replied with a smile, thinking to himself that this guy was really good, he saw through my thoughts right away.
"What are the specific plans?"
"Personnel, budget, venue."
"I think the old team is fine, and I've already spoken to Baoqiang about it."
"That's good." Zhang Yuan glanced at the simple, honest man who had carried several generations of millet and cornmeal for him again this year.
They grew it all on their own land.
Every autumn, when Baoqiang has free time, he will go home to help with the harvest and threshing of crops.
He felt that once he got home and started working in the fields, he felt at ease.
No matter how busy or how much money I make outside, or how chaotic my mind is, standing on the farmland brings me peace.
This is the joy of labor, just like Zhao Benshan, who felt at ease wearing his tattered hat.
What's most impressive about these people is that even if they earn 100 million yuan a year, they never forget that they are children of farmers.
The most precious thing is not forgetting one's roots.
Of course, this is something that Ms. Ma dislikes. After all, how can you farm while wearing high heels that cost tens of thousands of yuan a pair?
If you don't love labor and don't engage in production, your mind will go wrong and your values will become distorted.
Therefore, he believes that what contemporary artists urgently need is not to understand the internet or to study abroad.
Instead, go to the countryside and city alleys to see what real people are like, experience the life of an ordinary person for a few days, and stop complaining without reason.
A week of farming is more effective than a year of training courses.
Zhang Yuan then looked at Xu Guangtou.
This person embodies the stereotypical shrewdness and mercenary nature of Shanghainese, making him quite typical.
Peach pink is also one of them.
Duan Yihong publicly stated that he had a crush on Tao Hong because she was not only beautiful but also very kind when she was in school.
Duan Yihong, who came from the countryside, had never eaten a mango before, and the whole class laughed at him. Only Tao Hong had never eaten one, so she taught him how to eat it.
In Lao Duan's heart, she was like a white moonlight.
But while Tao Hong is kind to others, when it comes to marriage and settling down, she won't look for an honest man.
What they want is wealth, luxury, and a life of fine clothes and sumptuous food.
Therefore, the "white moonlight" in most people's hearts is actually a beautiful imagination; the real person is far from the "white moonlight."
Zhang Yuan's strategy with this couple was to use them, but to be cautious.
We need to be especially careful with money.
"Director, actors' salaries, and profit sharing, we'll discuss them together after the New Year," Zhang Yuan said in advance, emphasizing that he was in charge of the money matters.
"Easy to say, easy to say."
At this point, the bald guy hadn't yet achieved phenomenal box office success, so he was keeping a low profile.
"As for the filming location, I would like to choose Southeast Asia. Singapore, Malaysia and Thailand have become very popular in recent years."
“Especially Thailand, a lot of people go there to play,” Xu Zheng added.
“Yes, I know.” Zhang Yuan indicated that he understood, but added, “Filming location selection is also within the company’s responsibilities.”
Xu Guangtou's expression froze for a moment, then he smiled again.
Zhang Yuan said he knew that you must have contacted some Thai organizations or individuals beforehand, and they might have even offered you benefits.
But it's no use. Your word doesn't count; the company's word counts, and my word counts.
A smart person doesn't need to say it outright; a hint is enough.
"Okay, after the New Year, I'll have the company plan a press conference for you."
"Let's hold a public tender for site selection, make it a big deal, and create some hype."
"Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand, and even Japan, South Korea, Indonesia, and the Philippines are all included."
"That script..."
“Just write the script. I already said it's a publicity stunt.” Zhang Yuan raised his hand to indicate that I knew what he meant: “Just cooperate.”
"Watch me do it."
“If you like Siam, then write it like Siam.”
"Oh, I get it, expert!" he praised, giving a thumbs up.
They promote it, but it's all predetermined.
In fact, he had no idea that Zhang Yuan's actions went far beyond these.
Siam.
This is the best place, and the worst place.
It depends on what you want to do.
A den of iniquity, a paradise for white people.
How did so many mixed-race children from single-parent families come about?
The country's tourism industry has consistently accounted for more than 10% of its GDP, and has even reached over 25% at its peak.
It is an absolute pillar.
Among them, tourists from China accounted for nearly a quarter, and their spending power was extremely strong.
So you can act, but you have to figure out who's begging whom first.
Whoever asks for help pays the bill.
Xu Zheng could only get a few small favors at most.
I'm going to go for something big!
He beckoned to Jia Shikai, who was not far away.
This person jogged along the base of the wall.
He's the most obedient person in the company right now.
After all, this person had personally experienced Zhang Yuan's educational methods.
"I've recently been collecting information and tourism data from various parts of Siam."
"The focus is on tourism accidents."
"There are also various negative news about Siam, crime, negative secular culture, especially unfriendly phenomena towards Chinese people."
"It needs to be detailed, comprehensive, and all prepared, as we'll need it after the New Year."
"Yes." It was clear from the conversation that he would be working overtime during the Chinese New Year holiday, but he didn't dare to complain at all.
"Forget it, don't do it during your break time. Deal with it during work hours. Spend the next few days of the New Year with your family." Zhang Yuan patted him on the shoulder.
Jia Shikai was somewhat touched, even though it was just giving him the rest he deserved.
It turns out PUA has been identified...
With company affairs mostly settled, it's time to take care of personal matters.
He had his assistant and bodyguards move his piano from his music room to the courtyard.
Just then, the snow stopped.
He sat on the piano bench and sang "Wishing you prosperity".
Wah Gor wasn't there, otherwise I would definitely have asked him to sing.
Old Han dragged Zheng Xiaolong to do it for him, howling like a pig being slaughtered for the New Year.
We should still applaud and cheer.
"I'll play the hottest song of the year again." Zhang Yuan rubbed his fingers, which were red from the cold.
"Everyone knows the song 'Because of Love'."
Last year, the drama "Love Will Carry On" made Li Yapeng and Xu Jinglei popular again.
Of course, the theme song sung by Faye Wong and Eason Chan is even more popular.
"I'll make a fool of myself by singing and playing the male part."
"Which beautiful lady has a female voice?"
Zhang Ziyi took a step forward and jumped out, raising her hand to indicate that she would go first.
Zhang Yuan: ...
Sometimes being too proactive isn't good either.
"That." His gaze completely ignored Zhang Ziyi, as if telling her to get as far away from her as possible.
Who's with you because of love?
"Welcome new friends to sing!"
"Is this Ms. Bai Bing's first time attending our gathering?"
"How about giving me a chance?"
Bai Bing smiled and waved her hands repeatedly.
Zhang Ziyi and her two thieving eyes darted around, and they immediately understood what was going on.
His expression turned cold for a moment, then he became warm again, personally pulling Bai Bing towards the piano.
They even cheered and shouted "Good!"
"Don't be nervous." Zhang Yuan led her to sit down beside him.
"If anyone should be nervous, it should be me."
"I get trembling when I see pretty girls, so please don't laugh at me if I play something wrong."
"No, I'm embarrassed, I'm afraid I won't sing well."
"It's alright, everyone's happy."
Zhang Yuan gave her a reassuring look.
The man, who had been egged on, felt a bit hot. After making eye contact with him, his cheeks turned slightly red, whether from embarrassment or from the cold.
It's white and icy cold, perfect! (End of Chapter)