As soon as Chu Yun returned to the city, he received a call from his boss Xue Chaoqing, saying that he had an official business to discuss and asked him to return to the company as soon as possible.

Chu Yun is easy to talk to. As long as the boss’s request is reasonable, he will never refuse. Even if he wanted to have afternoon tea for his sister-in-law to enhance his relationship.

As soon as he entered Zongheng, Du Qing came up, laughed and flattered, and had a diligent attitude: "Mr. Chu, that boy Huo Yingzheng didn't make you unhappy, right?"

Chu Yun glanced at Du Qing, and the news was received quite quickly.

"No." Chu Yun entered the elevator and asked casually. "What's the matter with Mr. Xue? Do you know?"

"How could I know?" Du Qing shrugged. "My brother-in-law came to you just after she came back from another place. There should be something urgent."

Chu Yun is a little weak.

Did he pretend to be too much? Lao Xue felt pressured and wanted to fry me?

When he arrived at the president's office, Du Qing helped Chu Yun open the door and retreated. He felt even more panicked.

"Are you back?" Xue Chaoqing stood up and greeted. "Come to Mr. Chu, have a cup of tea. The tea cake I just got is 30,000 yuan per liang, which is extremely expensive."

Chu Yun smiled perfunctorily, feeling unsure.

When he sat down to have tea, he looked at Xue Chaoqing's expression. Well, something was obviously wrong, and he was worried at first glance.

"Old Xue, if you have something to do, I have a lot of work to deal with."

First pretend to work hard and try the waters. If you really can't reverse the situation, then turn your back. Chu Yun had a complete plan in his mind, and his mind gradually stabilized.

"It's nothing big. I've been busy these days, and I haven't communicated with President Chu." Xue Chaoqing handed Chu Yun a cup of tea and said with a smile. "It just happened that I have time this afternoon, so let's have tea and chat."

Chu Yun became more suspicious and was sure that Xue Chaoqing was full of bad water.

"Mr. Chu. Recently, Zongheng's business has been fully developed, with only seven or eight film and television projects alone. Even you, the director of the artist department, is in a state of anxiety--" Xue Chaoqing hesitated and asked. "Mr. Chu, do you feel too tired?"

Here comes!

Is this a gentle and gentle way to persuade yourself to get rid of yourself?

If you are too busy and tired, you will definitely not be able to bear it.

If you can't stand it, just give your seat to someone who can hold on!

"Mr. Xue, look at what you said." Chu Yun looked serious. "The company is just as it expands its territory. I am the director of the artist department, so I naturally have to advance and retreat with the company. What is it to be busy? I have to be worthy of my salary, I am worthy of Mr. Xue's appreciation and trust, right?"

It doesn’t matter to Chu Yun personally whether he loses his job or not. Anyway, he has a soft meal and will have no worries about food and clothing in the future. But his parents-in-law, Chen Xiuling, and his sister-in-law Su Xiaoxiao, are not easy to deal with.

If they knew that Chu Yun had lost his job, they would definitely be furious again and scold him, calling him a mud and unable to support him.

Furthermore, having this job can help Su Mingyue, is not a bad thing.

After a comprehensive look, he didn't want to be fired and became an unemployed person like Su Zhennan.

"Actually, Mr. Chu's salary is not high." Xue Chaoqing felt a little embarrassed. "The salary of a department manager in Zongheng is as high as 800,000. It's too unreasonable for you, the director, to get an annual salary of 500,000."

Chu Yunshi sinks into the sea. He feels that Xue Chaoqing will start the operation in minutes.

"It doesn't matter how much money it costs. The most important thing is that the working environment is good and you are happy to do it." Chu Yun took a sip of cigarettes and said with a serious expression. "Mr. Xue, you underestimate me too much."

It's over.

All of them are said to be worthy of this. Xue Chaoqing must have decided and wants to kick himself out of the way.

But Xue Chaoqing fell into silence.

He drank all the cup of tea and thought for a long time before he looked at Chu Yun tentatively: "Mr. Chu, I have something I want to discuss with you. I just don't know what you think. Can you accept it?"

Chu Yun cursed inwardly: You must be fucked and you will be thrown on your face with a pot of boiling water!

"Say." Chu Yun pretended to behave and put down the teacup calmly.

"After getting along during this period of time, I think President Chu is the director of the artist department and has a lack of talent." Xue Chaoqing said slowly.

"So what?" Chu Yun's eyes showed fierce light, and murderous intent would appear.

"You wait."

Xue Chaoqing stood up, ran to the desk to get a contract, and then handed it to Chu Yun: "Mr. Chu, this is the appointment letter to promote you to Vice President Zongheng."

After saying that, he opened the previous pages with trembling hands and pushed the underlying contract to Chu Yun: "This is the equity cession book I personally drafted. As long as you accept the position of vice president, this cession book takes effect immediately. You will become a shareholder of Zongheng and obtain two percent of the equity. According to Zongheng's current market value, the equity of two points is about 40 million. Of course, this is just the current market. Once the Zongheng project is completed, the market value soars, your value will also rise."

After saying that, he looked at Chu Yun carefully. He was so nervous that he was almost sweating on his back. Like a menopausal woman, he felt anxious and hot.

Chu Yun paused in smoking, and a strange color flashed between his eyebrows.

Hissing.

He bit the cigarette butt and took a few sips. Then he raised his eyes and looked at Xue Chaoqing with a complicated expression: "Mr. Xue, who do you think of me Chu Yun as? Use money to insult my personality? Provoke my moral bottom line? I think I, Chu Yun, are you greedy for money and are profit-oriented?"

"Mr. Chu, you misunderstood-"

Bang!

Chu Yun fell on the table with his left teacup, and the tea splashed: "It's the time when the company is employed, and the business is on the rise. You use these messy things to trap me. After all, you just don't trust me? You are afraid that I will give up and run away. Are you?"

"No-"

"You still dare to argue!" Chu Yun glared.

"Okay. I won't argue." Xue Chaoqing surrendered with both hands. "Mr. Chu, what are your ideas? In fact, this is just a rough contract I have drawn up, and the details can still be discussed."

"Is it necessary to talk?" Chu Yun said unhappily. "Even if I ask for a salary increase now, I feel that it is an insult to my personality. It is a robbery. It is a profit and forgetfulness!"

Xue Chaoqing swallowed and a illusion came out of a trance: Is the company mine or Chu Yun's?

After calming for a while, Xue Chaoqing asked tentatively: "Do you accept the position of President Chu and Vice President Zongheng?"

"Of course I accept it!" Chu Yun raised his eyebrows. "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, the more it is my motto ranked number one in my heart! Zongheng needs me, I will take the initiative!"

"That equity ceded this part-" Xue Chaoqing asked then.

"No need." Chu Yun waved his hand. "Mr. Xue, don't you understand me yet? I'm under pressure to make money? If I don't have money, will I ask my wife for it?"

Xue Chaoqing twitched the corner of his mouth, agreeing deeply.

You are a big official in Chu, and you are really not under pressure to make money.

"No matter what, I have to ask for your annual salary. After all, I am the vice president and my income is worthy of your identity." Xue Chaoqing was a little dazed. He had seen a boss who deducted wages and squeezed employees. He had never seen anyone who had lost his salary to his employees. He didn't want it, but he was not at ease.

"That's all." Chu Yun waved his hand and was more interested in the 30,000 taels of tea cakes on the coffee table.

"Then give it some?" Xue Chaoqing tentatively said. "The annual salary is five million?"

Puchi!

Chu Yun sprayed out a mouthful of boiling water and glared at Xue Chaoqing: "Are you sick? Did your money come from the strong wind?"

Xue Chaoqing was covered in black lines and said in a trembling voice: "Then it's three million?"

"One million." Chu Yun wiped the corner of his mouth and frowned. "I will resign immediately if there are more."

Dance in elementary school is quite expensive. Cheap teachers can have three or five hundred classes, but even the expensive ones can’t be beaten. A little sensible, finding the cheapest teachers depends on the pocket money saved over the years.

One million is enough to find the best teacher for Xiaoxiao.

While drinking tea, Chu Yun took out his cell phone and sent a message to Su Xiaoxiao who was having lunch: "Xiaoxiao, I'll invite you to have a French dinner tonight."

Dingdong.

Su Xiaoxiao woke up and got up very angry: "There is everything in her dream. Get out of here."
Chapter completed!