Lose From Poor God to Richest Man

In the office, Zhen Qiong is sitting in the boss chair, thinking about how to spend the money. After all, standing outside the office and chatting is a bit inappropriate and uncomfortable.

Adhering to the principle of whoever makes money and who spends it, Zhen Qiong does not intend to move the money to other places.

"I heard that the base has recruited many new people." Zhen Qiong asked.

"Yes, Mr. Zhen. Many people came to sign up before, and finally selected a few good seedlings." Nohara Sakura answered truthfully.

Zhen Qiong nodded and said, "Well. This money does not need to go back to the company. The number of people has increased. Even if it is a villa, the space is estimated to be gradually insufficient. You can find a suitable villa around and buy it!"

"Ah? President Zhen, is this a bit wasteful?" Nohara Sakura was shocked. Does President Zhen really treat the villa as cabbage? Just buy it.

"How can it be wasted? We choose new people, although we strive for perfection, but as the popularity of Linglun 512 becomes more and more popular, more and more people will come to sign up, and then we will buy a villa, maybe we will not be able to buy it! "

"Okay. President Zhen. I will make arrangements as soon as I go back."

Nohara Sakura thought that Jinwu Huating seemed to have sold a few more villas because of them.

If the number of people in the base is so large that it needs to be expanded in the future, and no suitable villas can be bought in the surrounding area, things will become even more troublesome.

At that time, she, the person in charge, will definitely be accused of not being farsighted enough to do things, which will have a big impact on her future.

"However, President Zhen, even if it is to buy a villa, plus the cost of renovation, it will not cost hundreds of millions!"

"Don't you need to hire people after the expansion? Doesn't you need to pay wages and benefits?

Nohara Sakura is a bit speechless. Is there any necessary connection between spending money and the person in charge?

wrong! The relationship between the two is not small!

If you don't know how to spend money on the blade, it proves that the person in charge can't see the situation clearly, doesn't know how to strike while the iron is hot, and doesn't know how to plan ahead!

Mr. Zhen manages a huge god, manages everything every day, and it is no exaggeration to say that spending money is like running water.

But every amount of money spent brings great returns. Although I can't turn my hands into clouds and cover my hands like rain like Mr. Zhen, at least I can't hold back!

Ye Yuan Ying has been in Longhuang Country for a long time, even when she was thinking, the idioms in her mind popped out one by one.

After figuring this out, Sakura Nohara bowed again and said, "President Zhen, I'm sorry, I will make good use of the money when I go back."

"Yeah. Very good. Don't be pressured to spend money. As long as it is a matter of spending money, you can come to me to discuss."

"Hi! Mr. Zhen." After Ye Yuan Ying answered, she asked again: "President Zhen, can I still ask you for a song?"

Still want a song? no way!

For a song sung by an online singer, you can earn hundreds of millions back for this god.

The other songs given by the system, but the first-class singers on the earth, and even the songs of the **** of song, if this is given to you, Linglun 512 is afraid that it will not take off on the spot!

"I said before, this is not an example." Zhen Qiong decisively rejected Yehara Sakura's request, even if her eyes were as gentle as water, Zhen Qiong turned a blind eye.

"Oh."

Ye Yuan Ying responded with disappointment, but she didn't dare to stalk her, or she didn't need to speak with Mr. Zhen, Wen Wan'er, who came after hearing the news, would throw her out.

Thinking of Wen Wan'er, Nohara Sakura's heart seemed to have a flame burning.

It's not jealous, but treat Wen Wan'er as a goal to surpass.

One day, Sakura Nohara will also become the president of Qiongshen. After all, a large company, even a large group, has more than one president.

"President Zhen, why don't you sing the song "The Curse of Dawn" to Guoguo and the others, then make an album and sell it!"

younger sister! Don't!

Hearing this suggestion from Nohara Sakura, Zhen Qiong's surface was as stable as an old dog, but her heart was panicked.

With the enthusiasm of the players, whether this album is made into a physical or digital version, the sales will certainly not be low.

Coupled with the current enthusiasm of Gao Guoguo and the others, wouldn't the money earned back cost several hundred million? Even more than a billion?

Then he really has to delete the account and try again.

"When the player buys the game, he has already paid for the music. I will not do the things that repeatedly cut the player's leeks. I will not do any of the Qiongshen's properties, you know?"

Hearing Zhen Qiong's voice slightly cooled down, Nohara Sakura's heart trembled. She bowed again and said, "Ms. Zhen, I'm sorry, I overstepped."

"Yeah. You have just joined the Sky God not long ago, so I don't blame you this time, but you won't be allowed to commit any crimes in the future."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhen."

"It's nothing, you can go back first! Think carefully about where the money is going to be used."

"Hi! Mr. Zhen."

Soon after Nohara Sakura left the office, the door was knocked again.

"Please come in."

It was Fang Xian who came in. He stayed at home all night and finally got his budget out.

Looking at Fang Xian's thick dark circles, coupled with his appearance and body shape, it looks a bit like a national treasure.

"Did you work overtime at home last night?" Zhen Qiong asked.

"Ah...Yes. I am a little uncomfortable with the company's working hours, so after I return to the hotel, I make a good budget."

Fang Xian's time in managing the zoo must be different from that of office workers.

Qiongshen's working hours are shorter than those of other companies, and it will force employees to leave work. Fang Xian hasn't adjusted his status and returned to the hotel where he was staying ignorantly.

Thinking of the 800,000 square meters of land waiting for him and his beloved animals, how could Fang Xian be able to sleep early?

"Okay. How long did you work overtime last night, report the time to the finance, and the overtime pay will not be less for you." Zhen Qiong said.

"Huh? President Zhen, don't you need it? Just one night."

"This is the rule. As long as employees work overtime, whether in the company or at home, they will be paid for overtime. If you don't get it, can others still get it?"

Speaking of this, Zhen Qiong felt helpless in her heart.

Although he forced employees to go off work by cutting off the power and the Internet, the employees would take their work home and continue to do what you dare to believe?

If it hadn't been for some employees to leak their mouths before, he would have no idea that the employees under his hands would be so irritable.

Zhen Qiong can't always visit after get off work to see if everyone is working overtime, right?

There is no way, Zhen Qiong can only ask employees to report the time they work at home to make up for overtime pay.

But up to the current position, basically no one reported.

Everyone has learned the best. If you report overtime, isn't it equivalent to telling Mr. Zhen that you will work overtime secretly if you don't listen to him?

Overtime work is small, if Zhen always feels that they are disobedient employees, that would be a big deal!

"Okay. Thank you Mr. Zhen."

Fang Xian had no idea about overtime pay. After thanking him, he put the budget on his desk.

Zhen Qiong picked up the budget, seeming to flip through it slowly, but couldn't wait to see the final budget price in his heart.

Longhuang coins, three hundred million.

Seeing this budget, Zhen Qiong couldn't help but frown slightly.