"Boss"

After General Manager Yan left, Chen Dong walked in and reported something.

"I see."

nodded, and after Director Chen squatted down, Wang Yongren called Brother Zhe: "Brother Zhe, Stockholm has already taken care of it." ”

As for the words of thanks, there is no need to say much about the relationship between the two.

"That's good, I'll come to Gusu to invite you to tea when I have time."

Hearing this, Zhen Xifeng was very calm.

The general of the defeated army, who does not want to stay in a certain place and hide, and wants to play some conspiracy and tricks, is self-inflicted.

Presumably, no one will help each other cry out.

"Okay."

Hanging up the phone, Wang Yongren was relieved.

The poisonous snake in the shadows has been eliminated, and the former deputy manager can be regarded as making up for it, and it is not in vain that he asked Mr. Yan to arrange for the other party's wife to come to work in the company.

Go back and ask people to give the other party's wife a promotion and a raise, and the rest will be unnecessary.

"Knock knock."

"Come in."

Looking at Secretary Weng Zhenrong who came in to report, Wang Yongren motioned to the other party to press his shoulder, and relaxed a little.

"How many shares do you buy?"

"The company allocated 600 shares, of course, all of them were bought."

"600,000, do you have so much money?"

"If you don't have it, you can borrow it, and you can mortgage the house to find a bank loan. What, you don't have the money to buy it? ”

"I allocated 500 shares, but the phone only got 300,000."

"Your 200 shares will be transferred to me, and I will give you 50,000 in private."

"Can this be turned? The document of the president's office does not say that it can only be subscribed by himself, and private transfer is not allowed. ”

"It doesn't matter if you can't transfer, let's sign a contract in private. I will give you 250,000 yuan, you will subscribe for it, and the 200 shares will be transferred to me in the form of a contract. ”

"Okay."

According to the 1 million shares distributed to less than 3,000 employees to subscribe, even ordinary employees who have just entered the company this year have 50 shares to subscribe for, and above the middle level is 500 shares.

No one wants to let go of this kind of penny stock that the company gives to its employees at a discount.

However, if a share is 1,000 yuan, 100 shares will cost 100,000 yuan, and some middle-level managers with heavy family burdens will not be able to subscribe in full.

According to the requirements issued by the President's Office, if the full subscription cannot be made, the excess subscribed shares will be withdrawn by the company and held by the company.

It's just that there are documents and countermeasures, and some middle-level employees who are active quickly found a way to 'contract holding shares on behalf of others', and the employees who transfer shares also have a little more intermediate fees.

One is willing to fight, the other is willing to suffer, and it is easy to reach a deal.

Soon, the company's top management received the news, and some people passed the news to the president's office.

As the director of the president's office, Chen Dong reported to his boss as soon as possible.

At this time, Wang Yongren was having dinner with Senior Sister Su and her colleagues, and when she heard the news, she couldn't help frowning: "Make an announcement to explain the risk of privately signing a contract to hold shares on behalf of others." If there is an economic dispute in the future, the company will ignore it and will demote and reduce salary. ”

Obviously, it is a benefit for all employees, but Wang Yongren doesn't want it to become a job for some people to make profits.

Subsequently, he can allow employees to transfer the shares held on behalf of the company as appropriate, or the company can recover the part after the loss is discounted according to the market price, so as to stimulate the vitality of the shares that cannot be sold to the outside world.

But the premise of all this is that outsiders are not allowed to interfere in it.

Now it's just a proxy between employees, and if you leave it alone, some outside funds will soon be moved.

Don't underestimate the greed of capital, dare to trample on the law with 100% profits, not to mention that this employee stock may have two or three times the profit in the short term.

The meat rots in the pot, and it is still your own, and it will definitely not work if you are picked up.

Anyway, this share was issued by Renhe Industry and Trade, not really can be traded in the secondary market of U.S. stocks, and all the interpretation rights belong to him.

"Okay."

Chen Dong, who had expected it for a long time, responded neatly.

And the people who were eating at the same table, Qin Qingshan, who was sitting across Su Qiuyi, asked curiously: "Writer Wang, I heard that your company distributes employee shares to employees?" ”

Hearing that employee shares, a tall object exclusive to listed companies, the rest of the people looked at it.

With the current size of their studio, if they want to go public in the Year of the Monkey, it is far better to look forward to whether Boss Su can serve the great writer of Wang Da and let the other party leak out between their fingers, so that they can be wet with rain and dew.

"Lady Street is about to go public, give some benefits to the employees of Renhe Industry and Trade."

Several people here know about his business territory, and Wang Yongren has not shied away from anything.

As for subscribing to employee shares for the other party, he didn't mention it at all.

In business, the boundaries between friends must be drawn.

"Alas, Boss Su, you have to work hard, go public as soon as possible so that you can distribute employee shares to me."

For the local tyrant of the great writer, Yi Mixi, who deeply sympathizes, encouraged his boss.

"That's it, we're all waiting for Boss Su to get rich."

"Okay, I'll do my best."

Facing the encouragement of her friends, Su Qiuyi smiled and affirmed.

Well, she just needs to do what she wants and work happily, anyway, no matter what, it's better than her own junior boyfriend.

"Just for this sentence, Boss Su, I want to toast you."

"Huh."

At the end of dinner, holding the hands of the younger brother and walking on the edge of the West Lake, Su Qiuyi opened his mouth to ask about what happened during the banquet just now: "Is there any problem with employee stock subscription?" ”

"Someone signed a contract privately and asked a colleague to help hold the shares on their behalf. I am afraid that this trend will be used by outside capital and waste all my good intentions. ”

In front of Senior Sister Su, Wang Yongren expressed his concerns.

"It's a real problem, but some employees may have a difficult family situation."

After listening to the younger brother's story, Su Qiuyi also nodded in approval.

As for those employees who really can't afford to subscribe, they can only be said to be their own fate.

Her younger brother is kind-hearted, but not a rotten good person who gives money to others casually.

"Those who know me, senior sister too."

Stopping, Wang Yongren raised Senior Sister Su's chin, and didn't care about the eyes of others at all, so he leaned over.

Others are envious, jealous and hateful, what does it matter to him.

This evening, the newly released documents of the president's office were forwarded to various employee groups, which made some employees who wanted to buy more shares a little taboo.

After all, this share is not really held, and once the other party leaves or does not admit it, there will be many problems in the future.

Of course, there are still some people who take risks and close some deals.

More people, from a different perspective, let relatives and friends pay for it, and hold a part of it on their behalf, without any risk.

There is a seven-day deadline for the surrender of the pledged funds, and it is inevitable that some people will take advantage of the loopholes.

The first snow in Hangzhou in 2012 came a little later.

In previous years, it snowed in Hangzhou, but this year it didn't fall until the second day of New Year's Day.

"Daddy, Daddy, come here."

When I got up early in the morning, Xiao Niannian, who didn't have to go to class, played in the snow on the grass in front of my villa, and when I saw my father coming, I ran over excitedly.

Halfway through, Xiao Nian Nian accidentally turned upside down, quickly got up, and rushed into his father's arms with a covered body of snow.

"Every year, let's build a snowman together."

"Okay, okay."

During this New Year's Day holiday, Wang Yongren did not go out with Senior Sister Su and them.

In addition, the next day, Senior Sister Su had to work overtime, and Wang Yongren just happened to come to play in the snow with her daughter.

Family affection is formed by long-term contact, and it will become closer because of close proximity.

Just like the many existing children, Wang Yongren and Xiao Nian have the most contact time, and they are also the one they miss the most.

The rest of the children, Wang Yongren, who has less contact, can at most do a good job of the responsibilities of an ordinary father.

And like in some TV series, for some reason, it took many years to get the biological child back, but they were emotionally alienated from each other, but they paid more attention to the adopted children they had raised for many years, Wang Yongren definitely couldn't do such a disgusting operation.

For example, Wang Yongren asked people to spend money in the child growth fund he privately set up during the New Year's holidays to maintain a father's sense of responsibility.

Now he has eight children, and there are already eight growth funds worth more than 100 million yuan in Hong Kong City, and every once in a while he will connect with the children's mother about the basic situation of the fund.

"Okay, go back and drink some chicken soup, don't freeze it."

After the father and daughter played for nearly an hour, Han Xiaozhu walked to the door and shouted to the two.

"Let's go inside."

Holding the unfinished Xiao Nian, Wang Yongren walked into the villa with a smile.

Wang Yongren, who asked his aunt to take Xiao Nian Nian to change clothes and wash up briefly, came to Sister Han and asked with concern: "How are you feeling lately?" ”

Because of the office exchange in November last year, Sister Han was pregnant again, which made Wang Yongren more convinced of the efficacy of the scene's blessing.

"It's okay, I haven't thrown up for the past few days."

Touching his belly, Han Xiaozhu's face was full of maternal brilliance.

Thinking of adding a younger brother or sister to Xiao Niannian, she also felt a lot more fulfilled in her heart.

"That's good."

Seeing that Sister Han's face was not bad, Wang Yongren was relieved.

"Ding-dong."

At this moment, the doorbell rang, and the aunt went over to open the door and welcomed the editor-in-chief Dong in a purple windbreaker.

"You two are very affectionate."

Handing the toys in his hand and the windbreaker he took off to his aunt, Dong Qincheng, who was just wearing a plain white cheongsam and warm black silk, walked over with slender and charming steps.

"Is it cold or not?"

did not follow the words of the editor-in-chief Dong, Wang Yongren pulled his hand and pulled the other party into his arms, and put one hand on the black silk to warm the other party.

"Hehe, have you ever drunk health soup today?"

Holding the neck of the writer's lover with both hands, Dong Qincheng asked with a chuckle.

She knows that her best friend is pregnant again, and she can enjoy it alone today.

"It's just right not to drink it, if you drink it, I'm afraid that the editor-in-chief Dong will cry and beg for mercy."

"Hmph, who's afraid of whom?!"

When the little ones who changed their clothes came down, they didn't see their father who was playing with them just now, and asked their mother who was reading a book curiously: "Mom, Mom, where is Dad?" ”

"Dad and your second mother go to the study to talk about things, you go to see the new toys that your second mother brought you first."

Touching her daughter's warm little hand, Han Xiaozhu said with a smile.

"Okay."

Knowing that my father and my second mother were going to talk for a long time, I happily ran to play with new toys every year.

Nearly an hour later, Wang Yongren took the ruddy-faced editor-in-chief Dong downstairs and sat in the living room chatting.

Xiao Niannian, who heard the sound, threw himself into his father's arms and was intimate.

"When will you be able to write your new book?"

Leaning lazily on the leather sofa, Dong Qincheng asked casually.

"It will take a month or two, and the sale will be in May."

Speaking of his new book, which he had delayed for a year and a half, Wang Yongren seemed very cautious and wanted to keep improving.

After all, it was his first fully creative sci-fi book, and without the background of the high-grossing sci-fi movies of his previous life, he must write the plot more rigorously.

The reason why he has not released a new book for a year and a half, and he can still get a royalty of nearly one million euros per month, and occasionally exceed 2 million euros, is because his plot and feelings are online, otherwise no new readers will buy it.

He doesn't care about the hundreds of millions of euros in royalties that may be brought by him now, but just wants to maintain the honor of being a writer and let the children worship him more in the future.

Of course, the more royalties, the better.

"You have published a book in the past two years, and those fans have said on the Internet that you have earned too much royalties, and your tail is cocked."

Supporting his face with one hand, Dong Qincheng talked about the comments on the Internet.

Before "Interstellar" was put on the shelves the year before last, this handsome writer had one science fiction per year, or even half a year, which made science fiction fans in China and even around the world very satisfied.

It's just that the little handsome writer hasn't had a new book on the shelves for a year and a half, and some people with ulterior motives are leading the rhythm, saying that he is exhausted, but there are not many fans who follow suit.

Sci-fi fans, compared to those female frequency fans, are too sensible.

"I haven't published a new book for more than a year, and the royalties are still higher than the income of other writers in China, so it's normal to warp."

also heard the female secretary report such remarks, Wang Yongren didn't care, and there was a bit of self-satisfaction and arrogance in his words.

In front of the two good sisters, there is no need for him to hide his pride.

"That's right."

Looking at the rare arrogance of the little handsome writer, Dong Qincheng's eyes were full of appreciation.

"Dad, what's the royalty?"

Xiao Niannian, who was leaning on his father's arms, asked.

"Royalties are the income you get from writing books, just like if you buy a storybook, your parents buy one, and the uncle and aunt who write the storybook can get a few dollars in royalties."

"I want to be like my dad in the future, earning royalties."

"Okay."

In the evening, after Wang Yongren and Sister Su finished dinner, they took a walk by the West Lake, and the snowflakes fell flutteringly.

"Ah Ren, do you know why I like snowy days?"

Thinking of the sentence he saw on Weibo a few days ago, Su Qiuyi asked with a smile.

"Why?"

A few paragraphs flashed in his mind, and Wang Yongren cooperated with the rhetorical question.

"Because, what I like is not snow, but having your winter."

Seeing that her junior boyfriend was so cooperative, Su Qiuyi happily said words to express her heart.

"I love having you every day, too."

As he spoke, Wang Yongren didn't care about the outside environment and went straight up.

And some of the little couples passing by also got together in a similar way, forming some peculiar scenery by this snowy West Lake.

On the 11th, TB Mall was renamed TM Mall, and after many years, it once again opened the 'honest and authentic store' model with high margin, focusing on the transformation to the B2C model.

As the leading C2C website in China, such a powerful entry into the B2C field has naturally attracted many B2C websites from the outside world.

Only Wang Yongren knows that TM Mall is basically a change of soup and no change of medicine, except for a higher margin, the specifications of the brand mall are a little higher, and finally it is still a C2C model.

However, Wang Yongren was still invited by Brother Dong in Beijing to go to the headquarters of JD Mall to attend the year-end shareholders' meeting, focusing on the changes brought by TM Mall.

Wang Yongren, who flew to the capital, symbolically participated in the year-end shareholders' meeting of JD Mall, and drank coffee with Lei Boss, You Boss and Brother Dong.

"Brother Dong, your lounge is too simple, I don't feel like drinking coffee."

After taking a sip of freshly ground coffee of the same style as the 'Autumn Strong' milk tea shop, Wang Yongren looked around the chairman's lounge and sighed with a smile.

"Yongren, you are still young, and when you are my age, you like to be simpler."

Brother Dong, who was the master, sat down finally and replied with a smile.

"I understand."

Listening to Brother Dong's words, a simple female college student flashed in Wang Yongren's mind, and he nodded clearly.

"Yongin, what do you know, tell me?"

Lei Qianjun next to him listened to it and made a joke casually.