Approaching his agency like a great and stealthy spy, he sneaks in through the back door while the fans are loose.

No, no, no.

When the door is all glorious, he wants to enter through the main entrance without damage or joy, but unfortunately, he is not so lucky.

After saying hello to a few music producers who were still sitting on the sofa in the lobby chatting and farting, Wu Jaerong went straight to the elevator. On the second floor, press the button on the second floor.

OJ's building design is a bit unusual.

Practice rooms, recording studios, his own office, where Wu Jae-young haunts the most, are all on the ground floor. The president's office, the conference room, and the other places he frequented were located on the second floor, not on the top floor, where they were most often located.

Of course, this design is not unrelated to his fear of heights.

When he arrived, he ascended to the second floor, turned a few corners, and arrived at his destination. I knocked on the door of the president's office.

"Please come in." There was a young voice in the room that was a little too much compared to the status of the president.

Pushing open the door, with a smile on his face, "Hello, happy promotion, President Wang." That's right, that young voice came from his former assistant Wang Wenxi.

After Xiaomeng Xin Zheng Zaiyu adapted to the life of an agent, Wang Wenxi's assistant career finally came to an end, and he successfully became the CEO, and he was only short of winning Bai Fumei from the peak of his life.

It can be said that Wang Wenxi's promotion is inevitable.

Needless to say, the other party's hard work is also very rewarding. We have shared weal and woe (NHN incident), and even "born and died" (car accidents).

By the way, the car accident was all aimed at him, and the innocent Wang Wenxi was lying down and fell into blood mold. Fortunately, there was no physical disability left, and the legendary psychiatric illness of driving phobia did not appear in the sequelae.

Because of such a great credit. Of course, he can't just put Wang Wenxi in a position to deal with chores forever.

Besides, wasn't the last crisis of the RONG club the result of self-consumption without "cronyism"? If the head of the technical department had been his own and had not been impressed by NHN's money offensive, NHN's offensive would not have been so violent, and he would not have been at a loss.

From a management point of view. Nepotism is not a stupid thing. If this "pro" is also capable, it is a very wise choice.

Now he only has Wang Wenxi, a confidant. Good steel, of course, has to be used on the cutting edge.

"President Wu." Hearing Wu Zairong's title, Wang Wenxi unconsciously smiled, at this time, he was in the excitement of the rookie period.

"Sit down, don't stand." Wu Zairong was not polite, and as soon as he entered the office, he was anti-guest. "Is there anything you want me to do today?"

"Inside," although promoted, Wang Wenxi still maintained the loyalty of the assistant, "The company's report for the first quarter of 07 that has just been sorted out, although the chairman asked me to look at it." But I think it's better for the president to see it himself. ”

Wu Zairong nodded and flipped through the documents. Look at it. However, I quickly gave up, and the number of more than 30 pages was really unbearable. Especially when there is a lot of nonsense in it, so he hates financial statements and this kind of thing. Put the folder down, "Tell me, how much did you lose?" ”

Of course, it's a loss. And there should be a lot to lose.

In January and February, the company spent money on construction, production and publicity, and there was no income. In March, though, the situation improved. His fame has risen, but his willful behavior of not accepting CF will definitely not make the financial report look good.

"Not counting the investment in fixed assets (real estate and recording equipment), there is a loss of 1.3 billion, and 800 million yuan in construction (decoration and furniture purchase)."

A quarterly loss of more than one billion won. If there were any other shareholders in this company besides Wu Zairong, they would definitely jump up and say that they would fire Wang Wenxi, the president.

"Pretty good. Of course, I'm not saying that the losses are good. I mean, the loss is smaller than I thought, which is pretty good. Wu Zairong affirmed Wang Wenxi's work.

Small, of course. In his heart, Wang Wenxi silently spit out Wu Zairong's groove. You're the only one who can't get in and out, and the other producers are bringing in revenue for the company and filling in the big hole you've buried.

"Also," Wang Wenxi fumbled out another folder from the drawer, "Last time, it was XX Company that proposed a share repurchase, do you remember?" Although he has handed over the work with Zheng Zaiyu, because Zheng Zaiyu's ability still needs time to be further cultivated, he is still handling a lot of important work.

"To remember is to remember. Did something happen? ”

"Well, there seems to be something wrong with the president's funds, and he thinks the price is too high, and he wants to negotiate the repurchase price again." Wang Wenxi also felt that the other party's request was ridiculous, so when he said it, his tone was teasing.

"The price is on the high side?" Wu Zairong tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Use 1.8 times the market price to acquire the original shares that have not yet been listed, and think the price is too high?" "Not to mention 1.8 times, even if you buy it back at five times the market price, there are many people.

The reason why he gave such a low price was that he had saved a lot of money to buy horse bones, and fulfilled the repurchase principle at a low price, paving the way for the next investment. Does that still feel high? "He got kicked in the head by a donkey." Wu Zairong directly and unceremoniously commented.

Last time, I heard that the president was reluctant to take his group of laymen to play.,I thought it was a young man with ideas and drive.,I didn't expect it to be a cold joke maker.。

"Maybe the president thinks his request is ridiculous," Wang Wenxi opened the folder, "so he drew up another contract." ”

After a cursory glance, "What a plan!" I really don't know how his brain grows. "Smack shut," preferred shares? Such childish thoughts dare to write up. "It's a good plan, it's good, it's just for one side.

Preferred stock, said to be stocks, is really just another form of bond issued by a company. Interest rates are only a fraction of higher than bank rates. It is mostly suitable for large-scale and reputable national enterprises.

An Internet company that has not yet developed and has an unknown future is also like this?

It's a big brain. Wu Zairong had to sigh. At the very least, when he started his business, he didn't have this brain.

If there was no such contract, Wu Jae-young might still look at that guy pitifully, give him time, and let him buy it back one by one. But when this disgusting thing came out, he didn't have that mood at all.

Venture capital and philanthropy are two different things.

At the same time, it also means that every penny has an extremely high opportunity cost.

If you change it to preferred stocks, it is better not to do venture capital and buy wealth management products directly.

If the money that is occupied by preferred shares is invested in a company with great potential, how much benefit will it produce.

Pick up the contract and move to the trash, "Oops, hand slippery." "Hollow into the basket. It is said that the hand is slippery, but there is no intention to pick it up. "You already know the answer, don't you?"

"Inside." Wang Wenxi also showed a regretful expression, "It's a pity, what a good plan." ”

Wu Zairong touched his chin, why did he feel that he was getting more and more thick-faced and black-hearted?

It's an illusion.

It must be. (To be continued.) )