Lose From Poor God to Richest Man

Although Wen Wan'er still kept a polite smile, Wen Mingjun always felt that she was being stared at by some scourge, and she felt a guilty conscience for no reason.

Pushing her silver-framed glasses, Wen Wan'er said with a serious face: "Boss Wen, basically what we know about this game of your company has been at a loss shortly after it was launched. Before we proposed the acquisition, your game was suspended and no longer operated."

"Not only that, because you can't pay the remaining money for renting the server, even the player's data has been completely wiped out. In other words, your game has only a shell left, and you cannot use the previously accumulated number of players in a short period of time. , Turn losses into profits."

"And you still owe your employees' wages, let them take the computers they use for work to offset their wages. If we buy your company, we have to pay the employees' wages. Your office space is also rented, and office supplies are even more. It’s old, and I even saw a monitor that was thicker than a bucket."

"Even if these things are depreciated, they are almost the same as throwing them directly to the waste station. Maybe even the waste station is not willing to collect..."

Wen Wan'er's speaking speed was not slow, as if she had been depressed for a long time, and she broke out completely at this moment.

However, because of her clear organization and clear wording, the meaning of every sentence can be completely conveyed to Wen Mingjun's ears.

Wen Mingjun finally knew why he had a guilty conscience. It was a kind of prey-like fear that he instinctively produced when he met a hunter.

From Wen Wan'er's conversation, we can see that Wen Wan'er is professional and has rich work experience.

A lot of what Barabara said just now, in front of Wen Wan'er, is totally worthless.

And Wen Mingjun also chose the wrong person to fudge. He thought that Zhen Qiong would talk to him about this matter. Zhen Qiong looked very young, so Wen Mingjun felt that he could make a good flick and earn more. More.

However, Wen Mingjun did not expect that Zhen Qiong would completely hand over the negotiations to Wen Wan'er.

And Wen Wan'er completely crushed him in all aspects, leaving him at the negotiating table without any power to counterattack.

"To sum up, if Mr. Wen, you really want to sell the company, the price we offer is 19.5 million Longhuang coins."

"Pick up a whole for Boss Wen, 20 million Longhuang coins, as a friend." Zhen Qiong waved his hand, which was regarded as a friendly price for Wen Mingjun.

"Boss Wen, I can only help you get here."

Zhen Qiong sighed inwardly, and at the same time secretly praised Wen Wan'er for being really powerful. Various related data, like a machine gun, thrown Wen Mingjun away, almost sifting him into a sieve.

However, Wen Mingjun couldn't refute it. Except for his eloquence and preparation, they were far inferior to Wen Wan'er. The facts and data cited by Wen Wan'er were all true.

Wen Mingjun originally wanted to struggle, but he immediately saw that Wen Wan'er pulled out a note from the bottom of her little book and placed it on the top of the little book.

Looking at the note, Wen Wan'er couldn't help but smile at the corner of her mouth. The reflection of the silver-framed glasses' lenses turned white, completely blocking her eyes.

"There are traps! If I continue to raise the price, maybe I don't even have 20 million. If they give up directly, then I will be the real loser!"

Thinking of this, Wen Mingjun had a somewhat ugly face, but gradually returned to normal. He showed a warm smile before and said: "No problem, Mr. Zhen, just come at your price. For me... Oh! No! For my brother, it is possible. There is a better development platform, and I will make you a friend, Mr. Zhen."

"Haha." Zhen Qiong laughed and said, "Then what procedures need to be followed next, Wan'er, please take a good look at Boss Wen!"

"Okay. Mr. Zhen." Wen Wan'er said, closing her notebook with a "pop".

Let Wen Wan'er handle the next trivial matters.

Wen Wan'er has dealt with larger companies before, and the transaction amount has reached hundreds of millions of Longhuang coins.

A small company like Mitan Network is a piece of cake for Wen Wan'er.

After slightly processing some of the procedures that can be resolved now, the three of them came to the office area. Wen Mingjun clapped his hands and said loudly, "Brothers, I have one thing to announce."

More than a dozen employees stopped their work, but there was actually no work. After such a while, the documents on their computers did not add up to a hundred words.

"From today onwards, the quagmire network is the industry of Mr. Zhen. Brothers who work hard and work under Mr. Zhen will definitely be able to achieve success!"

After saying this, Wen Mingjun took the lead and applauded. Now that the money has been collected, Wen Mingjun doesn't mind boasting about Zhen Qiong more.

A dozen employees were a little melancholy, or dull expressions, and gradually showed smiles, and they applauded.

Originally, their hearts were filled with grief and bleakness.

Mitan Network continues to lose money, even the game is suspended, and even wages are not available.

It seems that the only way to greet them is to disband and then find a job again.

For people like them with experience in failed projects, it will undoubtedly be much more difficult to find a new job in this industry.

Just as everyone was lamenting what should be done next, someone actually took over the mess.

Although they don't know much about Zhen Qiong, they have heard of "The Curse of Dawn".

Among other things, in a short period of time, they slashed more than a dozen billion Longhuang coins, and with such a huge amount of funds as a base, they could at least make up their wages.

Zhen Qiong raised his hand and signaled everyone to be quiet, before he said, "First, back up the things you need for work, and then go back to rest! Next Monday, you will report to the 33rd floor of Fengming Shengjing. As for the broken copper and iron, just find a scrap station to sell it."

"Okay. Mr. Zhen." Some employees took the lead to respond.

Zhen Qiong nodded at him and continued: "You hand over your bank card number to Assistant Wen. You will make up your salary today, and I promise that your salary will increase after you officially go to work."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhen!"

"President Zhen is open and bright!"

The excitement of more than a dozen employees was overwhelming when they heard that they had money to get them and their wages. If it weren’t for the fear of leaving a bad impression in Zhen Qiong’s heart, they would all want to take off their hats and throw them into the sky. NS.

After making up all the employees' salaries, Zhen Qiong did not continue to stay, and declined Wen Mingjun's dinner. With Wen Mingjun's taste, the ghost knew what he would ask Zhen Qiong to eat.

For the sake of her own stomach, Zhen Qiong still slid.

After returning to the car, Wen Wan'er reported: "Mr. Zhen, there is nothing tricky about the quagmire network. It can be handled in about two days."

"Okay. By the way, when you were negotiating just now, what was written on the small note that you took out? I think Wen Mingjun seems to want to raise the price. Seeing your small note, I was shocked instantly."

"I lied to him, it's actually nothing."

Wen Wan'er smiled, took out the small notebook and pulled out the small note inside.

Zhen Qiong reached out and took the small note, only to see a line of delicate small characters written on it-tea nausea, don't cut you, bargain!

Zhen Qiong looked at this small note and laughed inwardly and said: "If Wen Mingjun knew that he had lost millions of money because of his tea, he might pour all his tea into the toilet. But he still Fortunately, if there is no price to slash, Sister Wen doesn’t need to take a weapon and chop it down with a knife. Wen Mingjun is afraid that she will die on the spot."

After the acquisition was settled, Monday arrived soon.

Whether it is Lu Yufeng's recent graduates or more than a dozen old employees of Mitan Network, they all came to the 33rd floor of Fengming Shengjing with a sense of anxiety to open up their new jobs and challenges.