"I know I don't want them to generate income. Now I can tell you that I want them just for show. Are the reports they submit every day being collected on time?"
"some!"
"show me!"
"good......"
Li Jiacheng was operating a desktop computer skillfully. Zeng Wangcai walked over and watched him open a 3.0 version of the Yikocel spreadsheet.
The table is very professional, with each name corresponding to a section, but the content of the sections is impossible to read, as they are all trivial matters.
For example, what did so-and-so eat for breakfast, where did so-and-so go at noon, what did so-and-so do in the evening, etc.
Eighty percent of the people working outside are doing this. They submit the information they found yesterday every day and receive a generous salary.
This does not violate relevant laws and is within controllable risks.
"I don't need to understand, why do we need so much information? There is only one team actually working outside, and this team is responsible for executing my orders..." What Li Jiacheng wanted to say was that this company actually only needed himself, and he could find two more people to operate it.
"Metaphysics! This is called metaphysics!" Zeng Wangcai smiled. "Whether Soros will take the bait or not depends on them."
Zeng Wangcai wanted to pull the screw into the water. He knew very well that in the professional field of finance, neither he nor Li Jiacheng were a match for the screw.
So, applying a metaphysical process before achieving the correct result may work.
"Brother Cai, is this what you are talking about?" Li Jiacheng pushed open a secret door in the office.
Inside the secret door was a familiar bright red light, and the air was filled with the smell of incense.
"Close it, close it." Zeng Wangcai said quickly, "It's not the right time yet. By the way, how is the matter I asked you to contact?"
"I have contacted him!" Li Jiacheng said with a pained look on his face, "That bastard asked for $100,000 and would only meet me if I paid him."
Fuck, you greedy screw!
If you want 100,000 knives from me, I’ll make you spit it out a thousand times over.
Zeng Wangcai nodded and said, "Promise him."
"One hundred thousand an hour."
"......"
I'll hit ten!
"Give him a million!"
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