Chapter 57 It's You!

"This...this doesn't work either?" The HR manager felt a little dizzy now. If you don't want such talents, what kind of people do you want?

Then came the third person, the fourth person, and the fifth person... Hong Dali passed all the way, becoming more and more listless. The staff of the Chinese website of the destination around looked confused, unable to understand Hong Dali's real thoughts at all. But Ren is now the president of this website, and he hasn't said anything yet, so other people naturally can't have any opinions. Besides, the two thousand yuan red envelopes have been collected, and it will be over after a while.

Soon, the last person was reached, and everyone present at this time had no hope, because as soon as the person stepped forward, he said: "Hi everyone, my name is Zhang Wenyang, and I graduated from... Forget it, let's not talk about it." , it’s a third-rate university anyway, so it doesn’t make sense to say it.”

Hearing what Zhang Wenyang said, many female employees around couldn't help it, and burst out laughing.

The manager of the personnel department was also immediately annoyed: "We are recruiting the head of the business department, you... can you do this?"

Hong Dali lay on the desk with his eyes half-opened, and took a casual glance. This Zhang Wenyang was sloppy dressed, with disheveled hair and dark skin. He looked more like a brick-moving worker on a construction site. But he didn't have any preconceived resentment, he just asked feebly: "Well, I see, what do you know?"

"I know how to spend money!" Zhang Wenyang held his head high and held his chest high: "I think the most important thing is how to spend money ruthlessly for the current destination Chinese website!"

"It's you!" Hong Dali instantly regained his energy, slapped the table hard, and made a loud "pop", which shocked everyone: "It's you, I finally found a table that suits my taste." Yes, it's not easy!"

Crash, there was a sound of jaws dropping to the ground.

The manager of the personnel department slammed his heart: "My heart, ouch... What rules does this little ancestor follow in selecting candidates..."

The Nine Dog Legs thought: "Look at these local leopards, can you figure out the young master's temper?"

Those highly educated people who had already finished the interview were all over the place, and they were not selected with such a high degree of education, but they were selected by Zhang Wenyang, a local leopard who graduated from a third-rate university. How embarrassing they are!

Several people even yelled: "Shady, you are a shady!" Then they were dragged out of the meeting room by dogs.

Hong Dali completely ignored all the exclamations and exclamations of the people around him, his eyes sparkled, and he asked Zhang Wenyang, "Tell me how you plan to spend the money! If you speak well, you will be rewarded!"

"Spend money, that's for sure." Zhang Wenyang said slowly: "I think that if a website wants to improve, the number of authors must be large. Therefore, the remuneration of authors must be improved. Currently the largest book site in China It is Turkey Book City, and the treatment is that the ratio between the website and the author is six to four, and the website accounts for 60%. At the same time, there is a perfect attendance bonus, and an extra 100 yuan is given to the website for a month’s update of 5,000 words a day. There are also some others, which are relatively fragmented .”

Speaking of this, Zhang Wenyang paused, and continued: "So, since Turkey Book City is our biggest enemy, then we must beat them in terms of treatment, so as to attract more authors. My The plan is, our Chinese website at the end is four to six with the author, and the author is six, with full attendance of 6,000 words per day, and 200 a month."

The general manager can't wait to go up and kick Zhang Wenyang, brat, do you know that now we are paid the same as Turkey Book City and lose money, and you just raised the salary again, how much do we have to pay to get in?

But he didn't want Hong Dali to laugh: "Okay,

I like! Anyway, I don't expect to make money, so I just do it, is there anything else? "

Zhang Wenyang continued: "Then there are advertisements, overwhelming advertisements, as long as you love to read books, you must know our website. Even if you don't know Turkey Book City, you must know our Chinese website!"

This time the manager of the HR department couldn't help it anymore: "Young man, do you know how much money it will cost to get in? At least hundreds of millions, who can afford it?"

"Just do it like this!" Hong Dali simply ignored the manager of the HR department, and decided directly: "I like this!"

The surroundings sighed, the company's performance was not high in the first place, and it would be a big loss if it did this again, and it would not be able to support it for a long time-even if Hong Dali was rich, he couldn't stand such a toss, after all, advertising is different from other Something is different. Other things are one-off, if you spend a sum of money, you will be done after you buy it. Advertising is something that costs money as long as you play it, there is no upper limit.

After Zhang Wenyang finished speaking, he paused, and finally said: "However, it is not a good time to advertise. The nature of novels and entertainment is similar, and everything depends on quality. If the goddess Li Nianwei is not very talented, It is absolutely impossible to be so popular just by one concert. It is meaningless to replace it with a second-rate singer, no matter how popular it is, it will be a waste of money."

"Well, I'm a bit insightful." Hong Dali nodded, "Then let's do this first, you can start to improve the author's salary first. By the way, don't be four or six, just three or seven, let's three."

"Prodigal son, prodigal son..." The general manager covered his face, "Can you still make money?" Of course he didn't dare to say that...

"It's all over, let's leave. By the way, the editors are here. I have something to ask." Hong Dali waved his hand coolly: "If you have nothing to do, you should go home."

Soon irrelevant people left the conference room, and only Hong Dali, the nine dog legs, and a dozen editors were left in the conference room.

Hong Dali asked: "I want to ask you one thing. I want to find some authors. Please help me think about it and see if I have encountered such a thing."

"Please tell me, young master." A bald editor in the crowd asked.

"Well, it's the kind of book you write, the kind that fights, kills, kills, you stare at me and I beat you up, and you scold me that I will kill your whole family, isn't there?" Hong Dali's eyes widened Almost as fast as the two-hundred-watt lightbulb—he used it to pass the time in class.

"This... this..." A group of editors wiped their sweat violently, looking at each other, and finally the bald editor said anxiously: "I have met a few of them before. Write down their names..."

"True or not?!" Hong Dali finally regained his energy: "What position are you in now?"

The bald head replied: "Return to the young master, I am now the editor-in-chief of a group, and my name is Tang Jinghui."

"From now on, you will be the editor-in-chief!" Hong Dali snapped his fingers, and then a middle-aged man beside him trembled. No need to ask, this must be the former editor-in-chief, who is too hard to explain.

"Who are those people? Introduce them to me." Hong Dali said as a matter of course: "See if you can satisfy me!"