From poor god to richest man

Chapter 18
Although Wen Wan'er still maintained a polite smile, Wen Mingjun always felt that he was being targeted by some scourge, and felt guilty for no reason.

Pushing up her silver-framed glasses, Wen Wan'er said with a serious face: "Boss Wen, based on what we know, your company's game has been in a state of loss not long after it was launched. Before we proposed the acquisition, your game was stopped and no longer in operation."

"Not only that, because you couldn't pay the balance of renting the server, even the player's data has been completely cleared, that is to say, your game is only a shell, and you can't use the accumulated number of players in a short time , turning losses into profits.”

"And you still owe your employees wages, and let them bring back their work computers to offset their wages. If we buy your company, we will also pay your employees' wages. And your office space is also rented, and office supplies are even more expensive. It’s so old, I’ve even seen monitors thicker than buckets.”

"Even if these things are depreciated, they are almost the same as throwing them directly at the scrap yard. Maybe even the scrap yard won't accept them..."

Wen Wan'er's speech was not slow, as if she had suppressed it for a long time, but at this moment she burst out completely.

However, because of her clear organization and clear articulation, the meaning of every sentence can be completely conveyed to Wen Mingjun's ears.

Wen Mingjun finally knew why he felt guilty. It was a kind of prey, the instinctive fear when meeting a hunter.

It can be seen from Wen Wan'er's conversation that Wen Wan'er is professional and has rich work experience.

A lot of what he said just now, Barabara, is worthless in front of Wen Wan'er.

Moreover, Wen Mingjun also chose the wrong person to fool him. He thought that Zhen Qiong would talk to him about this matter. Zhen Qiong looked very young, so Wen Mingjun felt that he could do a good job of fooling around and make more money. More.

But Wen Mingjun didn't expect that Zhen Qiong would completely hand over the negotiation to Wen Wan'er.

And Wen Wan'er completely crushed him in every aspect, leaving him without the strength to fight back at the negotiating table.

"To sum up, if Boss Wen really wants to sell the company, the price we offer is 950 million Longhuang coins."

"Give Boss Wen a round sum of 2000 million Longhuang coins, just like making a friend." Zhen Qiong waved his hand, which was regarded as a friendship price for Wen Mingjun.

"Boss Wen, I can only help you here."

Zhen Qiong sighed inwardly, and at the same time secretly praised Wen Wan'er for being really good. All kinds of relevant data, like a machine gun, dumped Wen Mingjun all over him, almost smashing him into a sieve.

And Wen Mingjun couldn't refute it, except that his eloquence and preparation were far inferior to Wen Wan'er's. The facts and figures listed by Wen Wan'er were all true.

Wen Mingjun wanted to struggle at first, but then he saw that Wen Wan'er pulled out a note from the bottom of her notebook and put it on the top of the notebook.

After reading the note, the corner of Wen Wan'er's mouth couldn't help but raise a smile, and the reflection from the lenses of the silver-rimmed glasses turned white, completely blocking her eyes.

"There is a trap! If I continue to raise the price, maybe I won't even have 2000 million. If they just give up, then I will really lose everything!"

Thinking of this, Wen Mingjun's ugly face gradually returned to normal. He smiled warmly before and said, "No problem, Mr. Zhen, just pay according to your price. For me... Oh! No! For my brother, If we can have a better development platform, I will make you my friend, Mr. Zhen."

"Hehe." Zhen Qiong laughed and said, "Then what procedure do you need to follow next, Wan'er, you should talk to Boss Wen properly!"

"Okay. Mr. Zhen." Wen Wan'er said, closing her little notebook with a "pop" sound.

Let Wen Wan'er handle the next trivial matters.

Wen Wan'er had dealt with larger companies before, and the transaction amount reached hundreds of millions of Longhuang coins.

For Wen Wan'er, a small company like Mire Network is a piece of cake.

After going through some formalities that can be resolved now, the three came to the office area. Wen Mingjun clapped his hands and said loudly, "Brothers, I have something to announce."

More than a dozen employees stopped what they were doing, but they didn't have much work. After a while, the documents on their computers didn't even have a hundred words.

"From today on, Nitan Network is Mr. Zhen's property. Brothers, if you work hard and work under Mr. Zhen, you will definitely be able to prosper!"

After saying this, Wen Mingjun took the lead in applauding. Since the money was collected, Wen Mingjun didn't mind bragging about Zhen Qiong a little more.

A dozen or so employees were a little melancholy, or rather dull, but gradually smiled, and they also applauded.

Originally, their hearts were gloomy and gloomy.

The quagmire network keeps losing money, even the game has been suspended, and they can't even get their salary.

It seems that the only option left for them is to disband and then find another job.

And for people like them who have experience in failed projects, it will undoubtedly be much more difficult to find a new job in this industry.

Just when everyone was lamenting what to do next, someone took over the mess.

Although they didn't know much about Zhen Qiong, they had heard of "The Curse of Dawn".

Among other things, in a short period of time, more than a dozen billion Longhuang coins were slashed. With such a huge fund as a base, at least they can make up for their wages.

Zhen Qiong raised his hand and signaled for everyone to be quiet, before he said: "You all need to back up the things you need for work first, and then go back to rest! Next Monday, you will report to the 33rd floor of Fengming Shengjing. As for These scraps of copper and iron can be sold at random scrap yards."

"Okay. Mr. Zhen." An employee responded first.

Zhen Qiong nodded to him and continued: "You give your bank card numbers to Assistant Wen, and you will make up your salary today, and I promise that your salary will increase after you officially go to work."

"Thank you Mr. Zhen!"

"President Zhen is open!"

Hearing that there will be a salary increase if you get money, the excitement of the dozen or so employees is beyond words. If it wasn't for fear of leaving a bad impression in Zhen Qiong's heart, they would all want to take off their hats and throw them in the sky up.

After making up the wages of the employees, Zhen Qiong didn't stay any longer, and also declined Wen Mingjun's dinner. Given Wen Mingjun's taste, who knows what he would invite Zhen Qiong to eat.

For the sake of his own stomach, Zhen Qiong decided to run away.

After returning to the car, Wen Wan'er reported: "Mr. Zhen, there is nothing tricky about the quagmire network, and it can be dealt with in about two days."

"Okay. By the way, when you were negotiating just now, the little note you took out said something. I think that Wen Mingjun seemed to want to raise the price. When he saw your little note, he immediately became cowardly."

"That's what I lied to him. What's written on it is actually nothing."

Wen Wan'er smiled, took out the small notebook, and pulled out the small note inside.

Zhen Qiong reached out and took the small piece of paper, only to see a line of delicate small words written on it - the tea makes you sick, I won't cut you off, I'll bargain!

Zhen Qiong looked at this small note, and said with a joke in his heart: "If Wen Mingjun knew that he took a few million less because of the tea, he might pour all his tea into the toilet. But he still It's lucky, if there is no price to slash, Wen Meizi doesn't need to take a weapon, and chops with a knife, Wen Mingjun is afraid that he will die suddenly on the spot."

And after the acquisition was settled, Monday arrived soon.

Whether it's Lu Yufeng's fresh graduates, or the dozen or so old employees of Mitan Network, they all came to the 33rd floor of Fengming Shengjing with apprehension, and started their new jobs and challenges.

(End of this chapter)