Listening to Kangbo introducing his company, Chu Fang touched his chin, looking thoughtful. After Kangbo finished speaking, he asked, "Don't tell me that what you call investment is a bank deposit." "..." Kangbo trembled his lips, "For ordinary people, a bank deposit is a good way to manage money, but for a company with a registered capital of hundreds of millions, um... the rate of return is a bit poor." Mr. Chu, is your definition of investment limited to bank deposits? ! ... ... Kangbo wanted to ask, but stopped. After all, he is the boss, so he gave him some face. "What should I invest in?" "Invest in promising companies, buy real estate, stocks, government bonds, funds, gold and precious metals..." The general manager didn't say a few words, Chu Fang was too lazy to listen, interrupted him, and said slowly: "Okay, stop talking." Kang Bo closed his mouth, and he rubbed his temples. Investment involves many aspects of knowledge, which is difficult for him to understand. Anyway, the industry that makes money requires brains, and he just lacks a little. Then he frowned and fell into thinking. At this time, Liu Liu's subordinate had also registered the studio, Yuezhifang Studio, and walked in front of them. Seeing the boss of his own company fall into deep thought, he didn't dare to breathe for a while. "Hmm?" After a while, he came back to his senses and saw Liu Liu who was shrinking. A middle-aged man in his thirties was actually afraid of him, a young man of 21. He smiled and tried to be friendly, "Done?"
"Yes." Hearing this, Liu Liu relaxed and handed him the series of documents with a red seal on them. "It will take me a few days. How did you get it done in a short time?" He flipped through the documents. "Our company has received support from the government." He nodded. Founder Co., Ltd. has a registered capital of over 100 million yuan, so it is normal for the government to give the green light. "Thank you, thank you for your trouble." "Mr. Chu, please don't say that. I just don't know..." Hearing this, Liu Liu almost fell down. He had never seen a company boss speak so kindly. He closed the documents, flicked the papers on them, making a crisp sound, and said to Kangbo: "I don't understand investment. You can do whatever you want. You can decide what kind of employees you want to recruit. I will temporarily give you the power of the company." After a pause, he continued: "But... ...I have a few requirements. First, you are not allowed to do anything illegal or criminal, otherwise you will be fired directly; second, except for the registered capital, I will not inject a penny into the company. Your salary depends on your own efforts, and by this time next year, I want to see a profit of one million in the company account; Third, all your operations and investment behaviors must be recorded and evidence preserved, and I will ask professionals to check and audit from time to time. I can guarantee that it will be very frequent. Of course, don't worry, I will pay for the professional review myself, and the company does not need to spend money." Let's make sure that there is no chaos after the break. Chu Fang really doesn't understand investment. In his mind, investment is limited to bank fixed deposits and real estate speculation, so he doesn't understand the fancy tricks of the financial industry, and earns a lot of money by pressing a few buttons on the computer. He can't understand the financial industry, but he knows what he wants. A legitimate source of income that can be exposed to his parents, a job that can help him get rid of boredom when he feels bored, and a capital that can show off to Zhong Tingyue. As for the so-called profit, he doesn't care about it, and he doesn't want to get involved in illegal and criminal activities because of the company. He still has a lot of good life to enjoy, it's not worth it. The one million profit required is to put some pressure on Kangbo and company employees, so that they don't have to eat and wait for death all day long. The interest of one hundred million deposited in the bank is more than one million a year, so this requirement is also very low. Kangbo nodded seriously: "Don't worry, Mr. Chu."
In fact, there is no need for Chu Fang to emphasize, Kangbo will do that. He is a middle-aged man with a family and two daughters. At this point, he just wants stability, a stable job, raising his daughters, and accompanying his wife to grow old. It is already his biggest luxury in his life. He is grateful to Chu Fang, grateful for his recruitment, and grateful for the company regulations stipulated by him. "Okay." Chu Fang twisted his neck left and right, making a clicking sound, and patted his shoulder, "I'll leave the company's affairs to you, and you can handle it yourself." While talking, he sorted out the studio's documents and gestured to the other party: "When I finish the affairs of this studio, I should go to work in the company soon, and then you can relax a little." KangKang Bo stared at Chu Fang as he left with the documents, a puzzled expression on his face. Mr. Chu, is there something wrong with your brain? You are the CEO of a company worth hundreds of millions of yuan, but you are busy with trivial matters such as registering a studio. "What studio did you register?" Kang Bo turned around and asked Liu Liu, curious. "Interior design, less than ten employees." Liu Liu replied, pondered for a moment, and added: "The boss of that studio is very beautiful." When registering just now, Liu Liu took a look and was shocked by her beauty, especially her extraordinary temperament, like a fairy. "Oh." As soon as these words came out, Kang Bo suddenly understood that his boss was a 'King You of Zhou'. He gave up the company just to win a beautiful woman's smile. That's fine. It makes sense. He slowly retracted his gaze and nodded to Liu Liu: "Let's go, register Mr. Chu's company and set it up as soon as possible." "Mr. Chu is... quite a nice person." Liu Liu hesitated and said softly. "Indeed." Kang Bo agreed. ... ... After leaving the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, he squinted his eyes slightly, put the documents on his forehead to block the sun in the sky, and took a taxi back to the studio. "Why are you back?" Zhong Tingyue was eating a box lunch with two meat dishes and one vegetable dish, and was stunned. "It's done." He tapped the documents. "So fast." "No way, I'm a person who values efficiency. In one word, fast!" Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips, thought for a moment, and said seriously: "Too fast is not good either." "What's wrong..." Chu Fang answered subconsciously, but halfway through the answer, he felt something was wrong. He looked around and saw that several colleagues had gone somewhere, so he moved closer to Zhong Tingyue, "Are you driving?" "What do you mean by driving?" Zhong Tingyue tilted her head. "Driving means... ...The old driver takes me... ...This is not the car to the kindergarten..." Chu Fang remembered scratching his head and racking his brains to think of the noun to explain.
Puff! Zhong Tingyue laughed all of a sudden, her smile was as beautiful as a flower. "You know?" "I don't know, I just know that someone is fast." "Fuck you..."