Qiao Yu is rich.

Very rich.

I have been in Chongqing for two months, and I don't have to worry about my pocket money.

In addition to part-time actors, the money that Nanshan Wuyuan makes now has a total of nearly 500,000 left.

Subtracting the pocket expenses of the teachers and nephews, it is full of calculations, and there are still 400,000 left in the pocket.

If you buy snacks, you won't be able to eat them for a few years.

Qiao Yu was satisfied.

After the preparation of the Xia Ke Xing is finished, she rents a house alone, buys a mobile phone, buys a computer, and goes back to play games at noon every day, without worrying about being discovered!

Think of it this way.

It's so cool, too!

It's just that as soon as he arrived at the company, Qiao Yuren was directly stupid.

The princelings' cronies were all crammed into a small office building of less than 100 square meters at Zhonghe Media.

The people from her own company, when they saw her, immediately made a small report!

"Mr. Qiao, you're finally back!"

"The TV station phone is going to burst!"

Qian Yousheng, the little secretary, was bitter.

The boss left the company and ran away, and the mess almost made him sad to death.

When I saw Qiao Yu this time, I finally found the backbone.

"Mr. Qiao, what's the matter with these people, we won't borrow loan sharks."

Qian Yousheng glanced at the burly Zhou Zhengrong, who was anxious to die.

And not only him.

The little commentators, they are also in a hurry.

Zhou Zhengrong was a little helpless.

When he came, he thought he had gone wrong.

The prince said that he had opened the company, so he naturally transferred all his cronies.

As a result, this small office building is not as large as his subordinate office.

The floors are high, there is no air conditioning, the cold wind is swishing, and there are less than ten people.

Is this also called a company?

"The Prince—"

He shouted respectfully, a little distressed.

Qiao Yu nodded and glanced at Qian Yousheng and them.

"Your own people are your own people."

She added:

"Uncle Zhou, why are you here?"

"The old man transferred me over, naturally he wants to follow the prince, the company side, the prince can rest assured."

What!

Qiao Yu's eyes widened!

She thought that the old man meant to let her take care of the accounts.

She has thought about it, and if she works for nothing, she will work for nothing.

But now.

Not only does she have to manage the accounts, but the people under her command must all be in her charge?

This!

She considered it and said, "Uncle Zhou, our company really doesn't need too many people. ”

She refused!

When the old man didn't give up power, the princelings were still in Qiao's house.

Now, all of a sudden, all the people are transferred.

Then you won't be poor!

Qiao Yu is arrogant, and when his cronies come over, they will definitely raise it themselves, so naturally they will not spend the Qiao family's money.

But!

Zhou Zhengrong's annual salary is several million a year, not to mention his subordinates, who can become the backbone of the Qiao family's cronies, and the annual salary will naturally not be low.

Qiao Yu only has 400,000 in his pocket, how can he raise this!

Can't afford it!

She refused!

"The prince is now the time to start a business, how can we do it, the big guys have said, just according to the salary of ordinary employees."

Zhou Zhengrong's little brother smiled and spoke.

Many princelings said.

"As long as you can make a living, as long as you follow the prince, you can do any job."

This is no joke.

If it is in the Qiao family, after the prince ascends the throne, the Qiao family still has a five-room uncle.

No matter how much money he makes, he is a slave to the uncle of the fifth room, and he is still commanding.

If they lose a little money, they will scold their heads and face for a while, and they will be unhappy for a long time.

But neutralization is not the same.

They are willing to start from scratch with the crown prince.

This is the prince's company, and without those people to point fingers, they can't wait to show their strengths!

"Five thousand dollars a month?"

Qiao Yu felt bitter in his heart.

I can't hold the money in my pocket.

Money is in a hurry.

"Mr. Qiao, five thousand yuan a month, so many people, we can't afford to invite it."

The old mother is chattering again.

If this secretary is the one, he will die of sorrow.

(End of chapter)