Nan Youqiong stayed in Gaoshe Town for a few days. When the funds hedging in Yanwei Butterfly account ended, he went north to the capital city and inspected Wangbei Media.

Gong Xue took him to Wangbei Advertising, Wangbei Outdoor Advertising, Wangbei Culture, and the last stop was at Factory 777 to inspect several subsidiaries of Wangbei Film and Television.

Nan Youqiong attached great importance to this inspection. Each subsidiary had to stay for half a day, not checking the accounts or personnel, but only caring about the company's business arrangements, listening to and asking, and not giving any instructions beyond the level.

After four days of inspection, the person flew to Xiangwu immediately and had no in-depth exchanges with Gong Xue.

Gong Xue didn't understand Nan Youqiong's attitude, so she called Nan Yi to Baiwanzhuang. The entire process of Nan Youqiong's inspection was repeated to Nan Yi.

After the retelling, Gong Xue asked Nan Yi, "Xiao Yi, what does your son mean?"

"What else can it mean? I'm dissatisfied with the achievements delivered by Wangbei Film and Television."

Nan Youqiong just called Nan Yi when he arrived in the capital. The two did not meet. Nan Youqiong was over 20 years old and wanted to prove his age. He had his own living space. Therefore, Nan Yi did not take the initiative to ask for a meeting, and expressed his understanding of Nan Youqiong's failure to propose meeting.

It is precisely because of this that his idea of ​​Nan Youqiong can only be a guess.

"Why isn't Wangbei Media?" Gong Xue's words came out and immediately reacted, "The profit is too low and it's not worth paying attention to?"

"There are also your factors." Nan Yi patted Gong Xue's face, "Don't think too much, I have told you a long time ago that Wangbei Media cannot bear my expectations. The poor expectations will only be bigger and not smaller than me. As long as the current development momentum is maintained, there will be no problem.

But Wangbei Film and Television, if you have more snacks and grasp our core needs, don’t care too much about profits. The bottom line is balance of income and expenditure, don’t pay money in it.”

"I know, I'll make some plans when I go back to the company tomorrow." Gong Xue thought about it.

Stayed at Gong Xue for one night. The next day, Nan Yi went to Fang Chong and got twenty house books. Then he went to Tamao Live to discuss the web game matters, the general game development plan, and the big cake that needs to be drawn for members of the game business department in advance.

Big cake is a house book. Depending on the profit of web games, only one dollar is required to make a profit, the members of the game business department are eligible to obtain a 72-square-meter house book in Yanjiao, which is currently worth 252,000; as long as the profit exceeds 16.2 million yuan, the house book will be replaced with a 90-square-meter large set of the West Third Ring Road Subject International Center, which is currently worth 1.62 million yuan.

The office of the game business department is not located in the old capital warehouse, but in one of the houses of the Subject International Center. There are twelve early staff members in the entire business department. There is no attendance during the development period, and the get off work time is free. It only takes four months to realize that the first game will be launched.

Twenty bedroom books will be placed in the glass cabinet in the office. Members can see it as soon as they look up. Whenever they are confused, they can stand in front of the glass cabinet and carefully examine the bedroom books inside. They will definitely be resurrected in full blood.

Only ten will be issued for twenty house books, but there are twelve people in the entire business department. This means that you have to vote and vote for the two people with the least contribution. Not only will you not get the house book, but you will also lose your job.

The last link is that the big cake does not need to be drawn, but writes it in black and white. The company and each member sign a reward contract. The reward trigger terms will be stated one by one, and each member can freely choose the house book or cash.

This is the first step. When the reward is in place and the members move in or renovate happily, they will start to implement the second stock-rights plan. Members can mortgage the house to the company according to the reward valuation, occupy a certain amount of shares of the company, and evolve from a migrant worker to a shareholder.

The life cycle of web games will not be too long. You can only make a profit and leave. Bundling of interests can reduce management costs and management difficulties. It will be easier to break up in the future. This transaction cannot be done. Anyway, everyone is not short of money, go their separate ways and start their own new careers.

It took a day to ponder the entire details with Wu Xiaoxiong, and the rest was to let Wu Xiaoxiong execute it. Nan Yi asked Yan Zhenhua to come and settle the "lending" agreement with Wu Xiaoxiong, and he became the boss himself.

Of course, he did not forget to instruct Wu Xiaoxiong to emphasize to future members that housing prices will usher in barbaric growth. The company rewards everyone with a certainty that the value of the house book is very likely to increase tenfold.

Nan Yi was willing to share the fruits of victory, but he could not accept that the members were lucky enough to be lucky, and even scolded Wu Xiaoxiong for being stupid, and could not foresee the sharp rise in housing prices.

As for the value of the house, I know it as a Beijing-based drifter. The game business department can set other seemingly undisputed and harsh requirements for applicants based on professional skills, such as loving sports but not working as a professional or semi-professional athlete. Such people can withstand the pain of staying up late and not easily die suddenly.

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After two days of leisure and boring days, Li Weijing brought the inspection report to Jingxi City. Nan Yi just looked at it in a hurry, and almost closed his eyes and agreed to invest in potato planting and production industries in Jingxi City.

There is nothing to analyze in detail. Li Weijing has already summarized that "the investment is not too big, the return period is very long, and profits should have a chance to pass the bank interest." This kind of investment can be directly classified as poverty alleviation. There is no need to pay much attention to profits, just pay attention to the safety of the principal.

Fengxin Investment itself has a part of its funds for investment in poverty alleviation projects, and is specifically invested in poor areas and welfare enterprises. After several years, Li Weijing has become very tired and has been running around to save the principal too many times.

There are some things that cannot be said, and there are problems in all aspects. In short, this part of the investment has failed quite a lot, and it has a poor effect. Li Weijing is willing to terminate it. Nan Yi comforted her to look at it for another two years.

After a while, Nan Yi flew to Shanghai frequently and participated in the formation of the crew of "Have a House" and quickly used up Jiang Xuanyan's "twenty days".

The deadline was quite coincidental, after a storm.

Jiang Xuanyan, with a flushed complexion, lay on Nan Yi's chest, and the fine sweat beads of their bodies blended together, and their hearts were hot.

It was dark at night, and the curtains in the bedroom blocked any gaze that wanted to peek inside. The light was not turned on, and only the indicator light on the phone charger flashed a little.

The air is beautiful, but there is a hint of heat in the warm spring night.

"Our contract is executed, you are free."

As soon as Nan Yi finished speaking, a small hand covered his mouth, "Okay, I've forgotten the contract long ago."

"Ph, pus." Nan Yi pulled away his little hand, and after spitting twice, he immediately spat: "Don't touch me with your dirty hands."

In the darkness, there was a grudge, "Blame me?"

"No matter who you blame, don't move your hands anyway." Nan Yi paused for a while, "The contract is real. No matter what attitude you treat our original agreement now, I will keep my promise, so I still want to emphasize that you are free.

Next, you can give your relationship a window or seamless connection. How to choose is your freedom. I have no right to ask about it. From this moment on, there is only a relationship between us as a partner.

You can cheer me up and let me sleep here until dawn, or you can kick me out of bed."

"Why?" Another resentment.

"What?"

"We can continue to be together without a contract."

"Wang Xiaomi and I have slept more than once."

"I know, I...I can continue to pretend not to know."

"Okay, don't brainwash yourself and embellish the transactions between us into love. I have prepared the resources you want for you, and also gave you the opportunity to learn to be a manager. The opportunity to become a film and television godmother is here. You can find a way to seize it yourself. Don't mention love, I can't give it to you, be a partner, and be a friend."

Still resentful, "Are old men as rational as you?"

"What's wrong with reason? You are not a little woman with a love brain. Lost will only last for two or three days, and it will be fine if you pass. Do you need me to leave now?"

Jiang Xuanyan hugged Nan Yi, "No, I don't want you to leave...at least not now."

"Okay, take a shower and go to bed."

Nan Yi stood up, took Jiang Xuanyan and sat up together, hugged the man out of bed, and walked towards the bathroom.

As Nan Yi said, Jiang Xuanyan is not a romantic brain. After getting up at dawn, she did not act hysterically. She confessed silently with a little swollen eyes that she didn't sleep much last night. She probably figured it out or was half-read. Afterwards, she still washed up together, went out together, had breakfast together, and acted intimately, but there was an invisible wall in the middle.

After breakfast, Jiang Xuanyan went to the temporary office rented by the crew, and Nan Yi went to Fang Mansion.

As usual, the old lady sat in the garden, holding a newspaper in her hand. When she heard Nan Yi’s movement, she blurted out, “You have been a little diligent recently.”

Nan Yi walked to Fang Mengyin happily, clasped his fists and said, "Go back to Lao Fu, this time I came here to confirm the painted patterns on the coffin with you."

"Stop talking nonsense. Just have a coffin, what kind of coffin is needed?" The old lady retorted, and for a while, she said seriously: "Don't prepare a coffin for me. When I leave one day, I will burn me and bury you with your grandfather."

"Don't worry, grandma, you're still having a long life. Think slowly, if you change your mind one day, I'll help you with your plan." Nan Yi put his hand on Fang Mengyin's shoulder and gently kneaded it.

"If you don't change, just do it." Fang Mengyin closed her eyes with pleasure, "The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. You, who is like me, will not stop, your son will also make trouble, and he will actually get involved with Bolepu's daughter."

"Haha, grandma, are you still burying your eyeliner in Fang's Manor?"

"Do you need to be buried?"

"No need, it's all your people." (The end of this chapter)
Chapter completed!