Wang Zhongjun didn't expect Mu Rong to say nothing, and opened the envelope directly, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

But it was only a moment of embarrassment, and he regained his composure.

He is humiliating Mu Rong, he is going to beat and beat this kid who doesn't know the height of the sky.

A young actor who has just played a small role opens his mouth to change his contract, who gave you the courage?

There are so many big artists in the company who have never opened this mouth, how dare you open this mouth?

Originally, he planned to use this red envelope to give Mu Rong a warning, but he didn't expect Mu Rong to open this red envelope directly on the stage and see the amount of money inside.

But when you see it, you see it! What if you see it?

How dare he?

Under the stage, Li Xue had already run to the front of the stage quickly, desperately glaring at Mu Rong.

On the other side, Wang Jinghua, who was talking to Feng Xiaogang, also noticed the situation here, looked at it a little nervously, and suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart.

What happened to Xiao Rong? But don't be impulsive!

Looking at Mu Rong, who was expressionless, Wang Zhongjun said meaningfully: "Do it well, the bread will be there." ”

Shaking the fluttering banknotes in his hand, Mu Rong smiled and asked, "This is the bread you are talking about?" ”

His voice spread through the microphone in Wang Zhongjun's hand, not loud, but extremely clear.

Hearing his voice, everyone at the scene seemed to sense that something was wrong and quieted down.

Seeing that he dared to attack directly on the stage, Wang Zhongjun's smile suddenly disappeared.

"Okay, let's get the prize money and go down! There's someone waiting for you in the back! ”

He put away his smile, put down the microphone, and looked at Mu Rong's eyes as if to warn: It's better not to do stupid things, otherwise you will regret it.

But Mu Rong looked at his admonishing eyes, but he didn't dodge it in the slightest.

Staring into his eyes, Mu Rong asked calmly: "I earned a total of 200,000 yuan for the company last year, which is not much, but according to the contract that is no different from the contract contract, the income attributable to me should also be 20,000 yuan."

What do you mean by giving me two hundred and fifty dollars here? You don't even want to give me 20,000 yuan, and you want to insult me with this number? ”

Hearing his questioning, Wang Zhongjun's smile completely disappeared.

Squinting at Mu Rong with his already small eyes, he suppressed anger in his heart.

How dare this kid?

Does he still want to get mixed up in the company?

But in front of the whole company, he couldn't lose his temper.

Pressing the anger, he said in a deep voice: "This is calculated by the Finance Department according to the proportion of contract profit distribution, if you have any opinions, you can go to Mr. Huang privately to ask, okay?" ”

"I don't have to say it privately, I'm saying hello now."

Mu Rong was unceremoniously, took a step forward directly, snatched the microphone from Wang Zhongjun's hand, looked at Huang Huan, the vice president of finance in the audience, and asked: "Mr. Huang, I want to consult, my contract is the lowest 1:9 contract, even according to this contract, the 200,000 yuan I earned last year should be given to me 20,000 yuan, but why do I only get 250,000 yuan now?" ”

His unceremonious snatching of the microphone and his questioning without regard to the leader's face suddenly made the scene instantly quiet.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

When Wang Jinghua grabbed the microphone, he had already run over quickly.

But after hearing the question he asked, Wang Jinghua's pace couldn't help but slow, and then stared at Wang Zhongjun fiercely, with a look of disbelief.

How arrogant is this guy?

Do you really not see artists as human beings?

20,000 to 25, if it was Wang Jinghua herself, she would definitely be mad!

Isn't this a dispatch called Hanako?

was questioned by Mu Rong by name, Huang Huan stood up a little confused.

Glancing at Wang Zhongjun, he hesitated to explain: "This... Your gross profit last year was indeed 200,000 yuan, and according to the profit sharing ratio, you should have a commission of 20,000 yuan.

But... But your personal expenses are not low, you go to Nanjing by plane, to Zhejiang Province, as well as the usual cost of food and accommodation, all of which have to be reduced, after the reduction, you can get the money, there is really only so much..."

Speaking of this, Huang Huan couldn't speak anymore, and looked at Wang Zhongjun on the stage with his eyes asking for help.

Sensing his eyes, Mu Rong looked at Wang Zhongjun and asked calmly: "Transportation at your own expense, accommodation and food, I remember that there are no such clauses in the contract, right?" ”

Hearing his question, the artists in the audience couldn't help but whisper and listened carefully.

The artist's transportation, accommodation and food expenses are reimbursed by the crew or the event party, and if the crew or the event party does not reimburse, the company will reimburse them, which is a clause in the contract.

If what Mr. Huang said is true, Mu Rong's transportation, accommodation and food expenses have to be reimbursed by himself, then this is a big problem, this is the company's breach of contract!

Listening to the discussions of the artists in the audience, Wang Zhongjun's face became gloomy.

He didn't expect that Mu Rong, this kid, would be so bold and dare to bring this kind of problem to this occasion.

Doesn't this kid want to mess around?

And Huang Huan's idiot is really, he dares to say this kind of thing?

Pigs?

"This kind of financial problem, don't take up everyone's time here! Let's talk about it later. ”

Wang Zhongjun did not want to continue the topic.

"Why not talk about it? The annual meeting is the time when the company's leaders and artists gather the most, don't talk about it now, when will you talk about it? ”

Mu Rong stared at Wang Zhongjun, pressing step by step: "Wang Zhongjun, don't talk about him and answer my question." ”

Seeing that he actually called his name, Wang Zhongjun suddenly became angry.

But at the same time as the anger, he also felt a hint of panic.

He seemed to overestimate Mu Rong's ability to endure, and the situation was a little out of control.

The majesty of the leader is based on the right to speak, and if the employees no longer recognize him as a leader, he is not even a fart.

Frowning and staring at Mu Rong, he asked in a deep voice, "Mu Rong, what do you want to do?" ”

"Shall I ask you that?"

Mu Rong smiled slightly: "If my guess is correct, you think that I am gaining an inch because I want to change the contract, so you beat me in this way, and want me to have a long memory, right?"

But using the way of deducting money to manage disobedient subordinates is the best way to manage the company, and your management level is not good! It's too much! ”

Wang Zhongjun looked at him with a gloomy face, and he wanted to kill him.

This guy Mu Rong embarrassed him in front of the whole company, this is pressing his face to the ground and stepping on him!

What do you think of him in the future?

But compared with the face problem, Mu Rong's contract problem is even greater.

There are not a few artists who sign C-level contracts like Mu Rong, and their profit sharing ratio is 1:9.

No one had ever dared to have a showdown with the company to negotiate the sharing ratio before, but this time Mu Rongtian was not afraid of the ground, and if he broke this layer of windows, then there would be a big trouble in the back.

Staring at Mu Rong, he said in a deep voice: "The company's management of all artists is in compliance with the contract, and the company will not ask you for a penny more, nor will it give you a penny less!"

I'm willing to send out millions of commissions and bonuses, and I'm still missing your 20,000 yuan?

If you are too little, just film well and make more money.

If you can earn 10 million back, do you still need to fight for this 20,000? ”

"Change the subject?"

Mu Rong looked at him and asked: "What I asked you is, in the terms of the contract, is there a clause on transportation and accommodation at your own expense?" ”

Wang Zhongjun's face was cloudy, and he suddenly looked at Wang Jinghua in the audience, and handed over a look of help.

Seeing his eyes for help, Wang Jinghua sighed helplessly.

If you know today, why bother in the first place?

Is it worth it to be so embarrassed just for that little share?

But she complained in her heart, and she still opened her mouth.

"Xiao Rong, I'll handle this matter, you come down first."

She persuaded Mu Rong.

Looking back at her, Mu Rong was expressionless, but he couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.

In the end, people are grasshoppers tied to a rope, and they have to help their own people no matter what they say.

It's also fortunate that he didn't pin his hopes on Sister Hua, otherwise he would have been disappointed.

glanced at Wang Zhongjun, who had a gloomy face, and turned around again.

The eyes swept over the faces of the artists with different expressions one by one, stopped at Li Bingyu, and finally fell on Li Xue's expression that was so anxious that she was about to cry, Mu Rong shook his head gently.

Looking at Wang Zhongjun again, Mu Rong pinched the banknotes, shook his hand, and the banknotes were lightly thrown on Wang Zhongjun's face under the coercion of internal force.

"Smack!"

A crisp sound, without the blessing of the microphone, still resounded throughout the audience.

"You!"

Wang Zhongjun wiped his face, his expression furious.

Mu Rong's money didn't hurt him at all, not even a red seal.

But this action, and the incomparably clear crisp sound, completely made him lose the last shred of face.

With a slight smile, Mu Rong picked up the microphone, put it to his mouth, and spit out a few words in a deep voice: "Lao Tzu is gone!" ”

After speaking, he casually threw the microphone towards Wang Zhongjun and left without looking back.

Boom!

The microphone hit the ground heavily, and the screaming sound was piercing, accompanied by Wang Zhongjun's angry roar: "You dare!" ”