The beginning of a city with a trillion

Yang Fei stood up and scanned the conference room.

Then he said: "Then I will simply say a few words to you. First of all, welcome everyone to join our company. Our company is called 'Wanye Investment'. As long as it is an industry that can make money, we can invest. Everyone can make a fortune together. If the performance is good, the company will not treat everyone badly.”

After speaking, he turned his gaze to Zhao Yaxin.

"Ya Xin, I will book a luxury box at the Ritz-Carlton next door for a while, and entertain everyone."

Hearing the Ritz-Carlton Hotel, the atmosphere in the conference room instantly became lively.

Yang Fei continued: "For the company's business, we can set a small goal first."

Yang Fei found that when he was talking, these professional elites were all taking notes.

This feeling is quite cool!

The corners of his mouth turned up, and continued with a smile: "This small goal... is to spend 100 billion on him first!"

A manager kept it in mind, and when he heard Yang Fei's words, he suddenly looked up at the boss in surprise.

"What? 100 billion?!"

In the conference room, all the managers looked at Yang Fei in shock.

Then they all laughed, thinking that the chairman was joking with them.

After all, Yang Fei's tone of voice was so casual, it seemed like he was joking.

But present, only Zhao Yaxin remembered his words.

Although Zhao Yaxin did not dare to say how well she knew Yang Fei, she knew that 100 billion was really not a big amount to Yang Fei.

He said to spend 100 billion first, which is mostly true.

Moreover, just yesterday, Yang Fei made a lot of money gambling on the Selena cruise ship.

This amount of money alone is as much as 100 billion, and it is still deposited in the Swiss bank.

"Yaxin, among the materials you showed me, there is an online drama "The Princess's Promotion". I am very interested, and I need detailed information."

Zhao Yaxin quickly wrote down the words "Prince Concubine's Promotion" in her notebook.

Then his eyes moved to Yang Fei's face, and he smiled: "Leave this matter to me, don't worry."

"Of course, I don't worry about your work."

Zhao Yaxin giggled.

After the meeting was over, Zhao Yaxin began to arrange people to deal with the matters assigned by the boss first.

……

Beijing.

It is already twelve noon in the living room of Tiancheng Jiaye Company.

In the living room, a middle-aged man sometimes stands, sometimes sits down, and sometimes flips through the newspaper. He is Zhang Jihao, the director of "The Promotion of the Princess".

He had been waiting here since the morning, hoping to discuss an investment with Mr. Cao of Tiancheng Jiaye, and his patience was almost running out of waiting.

At this time, an assistant opened the door and walked in.

"Director Zhang, I'm sorry, Mr. Cao didn't come in the morning, and he should come in the afternoon. Look..."

"It's okay, then I'll come back this afternoon."

Zhang Jihao forced a smile on his face, and after walking out of the reception room, he couldn't help but sighed.

In today's society, rich people are masters.

Don't look at him as a director, he is superficial.

But behind the scenes, who knows about his pretending to be a grandson?

In order to attract investment for a film and television bureau, it is often necessary to kneel and lick everywhere, and it is common to be humiliated.

To survive, you have to adapt to this society.

The law of the jungle will never be outdated!

In the afternoon, Zhang Jihao came to the meeting room of Tiancheng Jiaye Company again.

The clock on the wall was ticking.

It was seven o'clock in the evening, and he hadn't done anything all day, but wasted his time in this office.

At this time, Zhang Jihao came to the window and smoked a cigarette.

The ashtray next to it was already full of cigarette butts.

Zhang Jihao took out his mobile phone, checked the time, and murmured, "If you don't come in half an hour, then you won't wait."

As soon as the words fell, the assistant walked in, "Director Zhang, our boss is here."

Hearing this, Zhang Jihao cheered up immediately, followed the assistant to the chairman's office, and met Mr. Cao.

Cao is always a greasy middle-aged fat man with a cigar in his mouth and a coquettishly dressed woman in his arms, eating her tofu non-stop.

When Zhang Jihao came in, this guy was still raking in money like crazy, he didn't even have the intention of getting up to say hello, as if I was your father.

"Mr. Cao, hello, hello, I finally see you..."

"Xiao Zhang, I'm very busy. There are millions of dollars per minute. If you have anything to say, just talk about it!"

Mr. Cao interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and exhaled a smoke ring.

There is a strong smell of cigarettes in the office.

Zhang Jihao smiled awkwardly, took out the script, and said flatteringly: "Mr. Cao, this is the script of my drama, please read it, the investment we negotiated before..."

Mr. Cao took the script and threw it on the table without reading it, but the alluring woman looked through it curiously.

"I've always been straightforward. You can ask for money, but I have one condition, that is, my family Xiaoli must play the heroine."

As he said that, Mr. Cao pinched the coquettish woman in his arms, and said flirtatiously: "Honey, I didn't lie to you last night, you are going to be popular!"

she?

Zhang Jihao looked at this coquettish woman in astonishment, and that woman just happened to wink at him, and said sweetly, "Director Zhang, do you think I can be the leading actress?"