Rebirth of the Godly Prodigal Chapter 57: It’s you!

　　 "This... won't this?" The HR manager felt a little dizzy now. Don't need such talents, what do you need?

After 　　 is the third person, the fourth person, the fifth person...Hong Dali all the way to PASS, more and more listless. The staff at the Chinese terminal in the surroundings looked at the fog, completely unable to understand Hong Dali's true thoughts. However, people are now the president of this site, he has not yet spoken, and others naturally can not have any opinions. Besides, two thousand yuan of red envelopes have been received, and the patience will pass.

　　 Soon, when the last person arrived, the people present at this time no longer have any hope, because the person came forward and said one sentence: "Hello everyone, my name is Zhang Wenyang, graduated from... forget it or not I won’t say it, it’s a third-rate university, and it doesn’t make much sense to say it.”

　　 listened to this call by Zhang Wenyang, and the girl staff all around suddenly couldn't help but laughed with a pout.

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

　　Hong Dali lay on the desk with his eyes half open, and glanced casually. This Zhang Wenyang was dressed sloppy, with messy hair and dark skin, and looked more like a brickworker on the construction site. But he didn't have any preconceived dislike, but just asked weakly: "Well, I know, what will you do?"

　　 "I will spend money!" Zhang Wen Yang Ang raised his chest: "I think that for the current Chinese terminal, how to smash money is the most important thing!"

　　 "It's you!" Hong Dali instantly got up, slapped the table fiercely, and made a "pop" loud noise, which surprised everyone: "Just you, finally found one It’s not easy to suit my taste!"

　　La La La, the sound of a chin falling to the ground.

　　The manager of the personnel department hurriedly covered his heart: "My heart, hey hello... what rules does this little ancestor choose?..."

　　Nine big dog legs thought: "Look at this bunch of native leopards, can you understand the temper of the young master?"

　　 Those people with high education who have finished the interview are all in the sky. They haven’t been chosen for such a high degree of education. They were chosen by Zhang Wenyang, a native leopard who graduated from a third-rate university. This makes them feel so sorry!

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

　　Hong Dali completely ignored all the exclamations and exclamations of the people around him, his eyes sparkling, and asked Zhang Wenyang: "Talk about how you plan to spend money! If you speak well, there is a reward!"

　　 "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 more. Therefore, the author's treatment must be improved. At present, the largest in China The book station is Turkey Book City, and the treatment is that the ratio of the website to the author is six to four, and the website accounts for 60%. At the same time, there is a full attendance award. The website is updated 5,000 words a month and the website is given an additional one hundred. Are relatively fragmented."

　　 Speaking of this, Zhang Wenyang paused and continued: "So, since the Turkey Book City is our biggest enemy, then we must overwhelm them in treatment so that we can attract more authors. . My plan is that our final Chinese website is four to six with the author, the author is six, and the full attendance is 6,000 words a day, giving two hundred a month."

　　The general manager can’t wait to kick this foot called Zhang Wenyang. You know, stinky boy, we are losing money now that the treatment is the same as the turkey book city. Go in?

　　 but didn’t want Hong Dali to laugh: "Okay, I like it! Anyway, I didn’t expect to make money, just do it, is there anything else?"

　　Zhang Wenyang continued: "Then there are advertisements, overwhelming advertisements, as long as you usually read books, you have to know that our website. Even if you don’t know the turkey bookstore, you have to know our destination Chinese website!"

　　 This time, the manager of the personnel department couldn't help it: "Young man, do you know how much money you have to throw in? At least hundreds of millions, who can do it?"

　　 "Just do it!" Hong Dali simply ignored the manager of the personnel department and directly hammered: "I like this!"

　　 There was a sigh around, the company’s performance was not high, and it would definitely be a big loss to do so, and it would not be able to support it after a long time. Even if Hong Dali is rich, it can’t stand such a toss. Advertising is something after all. Different from other things. Other things are one-time, and a sum of money is smashed down. Advertising is something that costs money as long as it is playing, and there is no upper limit.

　　 Zhang Wenyang finished this, paused, and finally said: "But it is not a good time to advertise. The nature between the novel and entertainment is similar, everything is based on quality. The goddess Li Nianwei is not a gift. It’s extremely high, and it’s absolutely impossible to get so hot by just one concert. It’s meaningless to put it on a second-rate singer, no matter how hard it is.”

　　 "Yeah, a little insight." Hong Dali nodded. "Then let’s do this first, you start to improve the treatment of the author first. By the way, don’t be four or six, just three or seven, let’s three."

　　 "A prodigal son, a prodigal son..." The general manager covered his face: "Can I still make money?" Of course he didn't dare to say this...

　　 "Once you're done, let's go~IndoMTL.com~ By the way, the editors stay, I have something to ask." Hong Dali waved his hand chicly: "Nothing should go home."

　　 Soon, irrelevant people left the meeting room. At this time, only Hong Dali, nine big dog legs and more than ten editors were left in the meeting room.

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

　　 "Young Master, please say." asked a bald editor in the crowd.

　　 "Well, that's the kind of book you write, beat, kill, kill, you stare at me, I beat you, you scold me, I kill your family, is there any?" Hong Dali's eyes are about to catch up with the two-hundred-watt light bulb-he used it to mix time during class.

　　 "This...this..." A group of editors wiped sweat, looked at each other, I looked at you, and finally the bald editor said, "I have encountered a few of these, and I looked pretty new before. I secretly wrote down their names..."

　　 "True and false?!" Hong Dali finally got a little more energetic: "What is your position now?"

　　 bald head replied: "Back to Young Master, I am now a group of editors, my name is Tang Jinghui."

　　 "You will be the editor-in-chief in the future!" Hong Dali snapped his fingers, and then a middle-aged man shivered directly. No need to ask, this is definitely the former editor-in-chief, who is hard to explain.

　　 "Who are those people, please introduce me." Hong Dali said rightfully: "Let's see if I can be satisfied!"