Chapter 554 My name is Li Annan. I will work hard and repay you in the future!
After three rounds of drinks, Chen Yansen said goodbye to Zhang Chaoyang and others, got into the Maybach 62S, and sped towards the hotel.
Liu Qiangdong, Zhang Chaoyang and Zhou Hongyi waved goodbye, got into a Mercedes-Benz, and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.
"He's really shameless. He's already 40 years old, but he keeps calling Mr. Chen 'Brother Sen'."
Zhou Hongyi shook his head and said half-jokingly.
"Don't you want to shout?" Zhang Chaoyang asked back.
Zhou Hongyi was suddenly speechless and smiled awkwardly.
If calling out "Brother Sen" could make Chen Yansen give up Xiaomi and instead fully support 360 mobile phones, he would immediately shout out with a shameless face and a smile.
Zhang Chaoyang sneered inwardly, then got into his Bentley Mercedes-Benz and rushed to the next social event.
The other side.
Chen Yansen sat in the back seat of the car, took out his mobile phone, opened Yunzhou, operated it a few times, and then put it back in his pocket.
"Are you going back to Xucheng tomorrow?" Song Yuncheng asked from the side.
"I'm going to Shanghai to attend the annual meeting of Yunsu and Kuaipao."
Chen Yansen pulled Song Yuncheng's little hand over, placed it in the palm of his left hand, and rubbed it repeatedly like kneading dough.
"I'll go with you." Song Yuncheng said with his head held high.
Chen Yansen smiled gently, his eyes falling on Xiaochengzi's neck, where a dazzling silver necklace was faintly visible.
He knew that the pendant hidden under his clothes was a '116' symbol made of gold and inlaid with diamonds.
"Well, go to bed early tonight. There are a few red bloodshot eyes." Chen Yansen replied.
"Master, it's all your fault. You always like to come up late at night..." Song Yuncheng was halfway through her words when she swallowed them back.
Chen Yansen smiled knowingly and asked in a low voice, "Put on the clothes I bought you in Davos and show them to me later."
After hearing this, Song Yuncheng's ears turned red and his fair face instantly flushed.
at the same time.
Xucheng, Hanging Garden, in a banquet hall on the top floor.
Suddenly someone shouted, "The boss is giving out red envelopes!"
"Where?"
"Is it a password red envelope or a group red envelope?"
"Project group! Hurry up, I got 888 yuan!"
The colleagues around him quickly picked up their phones and entered the chat group of "Orange Communication".
As soon as I clicked into the group chat, a big red envelope popped up with the words: "Thank you for your hard work and dedication in 2013. Happy New Year."
The signature is Chen Yansen!
"Wow! Brother Sen is so generous, I got 688 yuan!"
"I'm so jealous! I only have 588 yuan!"
"Marketing Department's Xiao Li won 988 yuan. What a lucky guy!"
For a moment, the atmosphere at the annual meeting became increasingly lively, and everyone was busy grabbing and receiving red envelopes.
Considering their income level, a red envelope of a few hundred yuan may not be much, but no one would mind the sting of money.
After dealing with the toasts from her subordinates, Ye Qiuping put down the half glass of water. With her level, no one could force her to drink if she didn't want to.
She turned on the screen of her mobile phone and saw that the chat interface between her and Chen Yansen was still stuck at three days ago.
This guy has time to send red envelopes but no time to reply to messages?
Thinking of this, she took out a photo from the album and sent it to Chen Yansen.
Chen Yansen, who was far away in Yanjing, immediately received the message from Ye Qiuping. After taking a glance at it, he right-clicked the original image to save it. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Master Ye hasn't changed at all, he's still so noisy.
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The next day, Chen Yansen and Song Yuncheng took a private plane to Shanghai, while Gao Weilin rushed back to Luzhou to host Semir Online's annual meeting.
There are only three days left until New Year's Eve. For employees of most subsidiaries of Sunlink Capital, today is also the last working day of the year.
Except for couriers, deliverymen and some on-duty personnel, Senlian Capital's holiday period is from January 29 to February 7, a total of ten days.
On January 29, January 30 and February 7, no matter what the labor law stipulates, the company will pay double the basic salary.
Landed at Pudong International Airport at 10 am.
As soon as Chen Yansen walked out of the VIP passage, he saw Liao Wei and his assistant Zhai An not far away, grinning and waving at him.
Compared with three years ago, 50-year-old Liao Wei has lost weight and has significantly less fat on his face. He looks more like Deng Chao and has a slicked-back hair style.
Behind him followed two bodyguards.
From a distance, it does have the aura of a leader in the private express delivery industry.
"Oh, boss, I miss you so much."
Liao Wei came over with a playful smile, opened his arms, and wanted to give Chen Yansen a hug.
"Accompany me to Bibo Road first."
Chen Yansen pushed Liao Wei's arm away and gave orders with a look of disgust.
"Okay, boss." Liao Wei didn't care. With a flattering look, he snatched Chen Yansen's suitcase from Song Yuncheng and pushed it himself.
Zhai An followed silently with a smile on his face.
As for helping with the luggage?
He would never do such a stupid thing.
Mr. Liao is flattering the big boss, so why is he trying to take credit for it?
Only those who are confused would think that this is sharing the burden with their boss.
After getting on the bus, the group drove along the Yingbin Expressway for ten minutes, then turned onto the Outer Ring Expressway, got off the elevated highway at Luoshan Road, and headed towards the Electronic Port.
Not long after, a building with Orange Literature hanging on it came into view.
After receiving 500 million yuan in funds from the parent company, Cui Wei made comprehensive optimizations to employee benefits, aligning everything with Senlian Capital. Overtime pay, quarterly bonuses, holiday allowances, transportation allowances, rental allowances, and meal allowances were all arranged.
For many editors, operations and technical personnel, housing subsidies are the most practical!
For example, if your monthly salary is 10,000 yuan, you can get a housing subsidy of 2,000 yuan every month, which is enough to rent a house near the company.
Of course, renting the entire apartment is more difficult.
After all, this is Zhangjiang in Shanghai, and the rent for a house is usually between 3,000 and 5,000 yuan. 2,000 yuan is only enough to rent a larger single room.
Cui Wei had just finished a meeting with the heads of various departments and was about to return to the office when his cell phone suddenly rang.
He immediately stopped and took out his cell phone.
Yunzhou’s text message alert tone can be customized. Different people and different groups can tell who sent the message just by listening to the tone.
Cui Wei remembered very clearly that this prompt tone was exclusive to the boss.
He opened the Yunzhou and found that it was indeed a message from his boss.
"The boss is coming to inspect the company?"
After being stunned for a moment, Cui Wei quickly called together the company executives and hurried downstairs.
When he rushed to the first floor, he saw a convoy slowly approaching, with a Maybach being protected in the middle by two Mercedes-Benz cars, one in front and one behind.
At the rear of the convoy was a Mercedes-AMG CLS63 and a BMW sedan.
Cui Wei only knew that the boss had a Hongqi L5 and a Rolls-Royce Ghost, and he had never seen any other cars.
But he understood that with Chen Yansen's wealth and the strength of Senlian Capital, no matter which city he went to, the corresponding subsidiary manager would make arrangements in advance.
With a crisp "click", the car door was opened.
The driver ran out of the car first and opened the door for Chen Yansen.
Chen Yansen walked out, followed closely by Song Yuncheng.
Liao Wei and Zhai An got out of the Mercedes-Benz AMG CLS63 one after another, consciously falling one step behind and following behind.
"Boss! Mr. Liao!" Cui Wei stepped forward and greeted with a smile on his face.
Chen Yansen responded, motioning Cui Wei to lead the way, and casually asked, "When is the Orange Literature annual meeting scheduled for?"
"Boss, we're booking at the Greenland Hotel next door at 6:30 pm."
Cui Wei answered truthfully.
"Give my regards to my colleagues at Orange Literature. I won't be attending the annual meeting. I'll be giving away 1 million entries to the raffle tonight for the 100,000 yuan grand prize. Consider it my New Year's greetings to everyone."
Chen Yansen said slowly.
Orange Literature has less than 900 participants in total, and 100 winning places, which means the winning rate is over 10%.
"Okay, boss." Cui Wei responded immediately.
He is a clear-headed person. Orange Literature is just a third-rate player within the group. It is already a great honor for the boss to stop by.
He secretly looked at Liao Wei and guessed in his heart: The boss is probably here to attend the Yunsu Express annual meeting.
You know, Yunsu Express’s valuation exceeds 30 billion US dollars, while Orange Literature’s acquisition price is only 600 million US dollars, a difference of dozens of times. It is normal that it is not valued by the boss.
Everyone walked into the office area, and Cui Wei led Chen Yansen and others, introducing them as they walked.
"Boss, this is the technical department, responsible for the functional development and product maintenance of the website and app. The Aurora Future OS version of the reading software will be released in mid-February."
Cui Wei talked freely.
"What about the layout of the skit? Have you communicated clearly with Kuaiying and Douyin?"
Chen Yansen asked again.
Kuaying is a business that Pei Yi split off from Kuapao in September last year. Initially, it only dealt in movie, drama and concert ticketing, but recently it has begun to dabble in film and television investment.
"Kuaiying has just established a short drama department and plans to launch three pilot works before Q1. They will then be released on the Douyin platform and will decide whether to continue the process based on market feedback."
Cui Wei replied.
He certainly wouldn't want to use a popular IP to test the waters, so he chose three ordinary novels.
Although the popularity is average, the content is interesting.
In Cui Wei’s opinion, even silly short dramas like “Never Expected That” can get 1 billion views on Douyin, so why can’t Orange Literature’s novel adaptations do the same?
Chen Yansen nodded slightly and didn't ask any more questions.
Naturally, there is no need for him to push every detail of some small projects behind the scenes. Cui Wei, Pei Yi, Liang Bo and others can be responsible for them.
He only stayed at the Orange Literature headquarters for an hour and had a brief chat with the general managers of various departments for a few minutes.
Nearing noon, Cui Wei originally wanted to say that he had booked a private room, but the boss wanted to go to the Kuaipao Canteen at the intersection of the park. Of course, he didn't dare to object and could only follow obediently.
This Kuaipao canteen has been open for half a year. It is deeply loved by workers in Zhangjiang for its reasonable prices, good taste, and clean and hygienic conditions.
But it was only half past eleven, not yet lunchtime. When Chen Yansen and others arrived, they looked inside through the glass window and saw several couriers wearing Yunsu Express uniforms eating.
Outside the cafeteria door, a staff member of Kuaipao Cafeteria was waving his hands at the young girl opposite him, with embarrassment written all over his face.
"I'm sorry, you're not yet 16. If we hire you and someone reports you, the company will be fined."
The staff member explained with an apologetic look.
"Sister, I'm really 16 years old this year."
Li Annan's eyes drooped, giving him a pleading look.
"But your birthday is May 4th, and the law requires it to be accurate to the day. You can actually come back for the interview in three months."
The staff advised patiently.
Three months later?
Li Annan couldn't help but smile bitterly.
She had very little money left, and after deducting the money for the train ticket, she only had a few dozen yuan left.
She had heard people say that there were many job opportunities and high salaries in Shanghai, but after coming here, she found that the treatment was indeed good. The salary of waiters was generally over 3,000, but the key problem was that she was not old enough.
Moreover, the people in Shanghai are much more law-abiding than those in my hometown, and no one dares to risk getting into trouble by hiring child labor.
Song Yuncheng, Liao Wei, Cui Wei and others could not hear clearly because they were dozens of meters away, but Chen Yansen heard it clearly.
He looked Li Annan up and down. His clothes and shoes were very cheap. They were all classic best-sellers from Pinbei Mall, with a total value of no more than 100 yuan.
The two folded hands were covered with chilblains and calluses.
But this has nothing to do with him.
When he approached, the staff standing at the door immediately reacted and greeted him with a smile: "Hello, boss!"
"Thanks for your hard work."
Chen Yansen nodded.
After saying that, he prepared to go inside.
When Li Annan heard the staff at Kuaipao Canteen calling him "boss," he quickly said, "Hello, I'd like to interview for a cleaning job. Could you give me a chance? I'd only take half the salary."
She didn't dare take another step forward because there were two tall and strong security guards blocking Chen Yansen.
"If everyone follows your lead and only takes half the salary, what will happen to them? Will they have to follow suit and have their salaries cut as well?"
Chen Yansen pointed at the staff of Kuaipao Canteen and questioned in a cold voice.
Li Annan was stunned. For the first time, she realized that selling her labor too cheaply was also hurting others.
She opened her mouth, slowly lowered her head, and said "I'm sorry" to the staff running the canteen.
"At your age, you should be studying. Why did you drop out of school?"
Chen Yansen asked.
"I haven't been to school." These five words almost exhausted all her strength, and her self-esteem was shattered.
"Your parents don't care about you?" Chen Yansen asked.
"I am an orphan and have never seen my parents." Li Annan lowered his head and said in a weak voice.
Song Yuncheng's heart softened and he pulled Chen Yansen's sleeve.
"Take it and let her clean the kitchen first."
Chen Yansen gave Song Yuncheng face and spoke to the cafeteria staff beside him.
Will you accept it?
After hearing this, Li Annan suddenly raised his head and stared straight at Chen Yansen. Then he bowed repeatedly and said words of gratitude: "Thank you, boss. My name is Li Annan. I will work hard and repay you in the future."
repay?
Chen Yansen never believed these things. He took his men into the cafeteria and ignored them.
"Li Annan, right? Congratulations! Although the salary for a cleaner is a bit low, it's still 4,500 yuan a month. With various subsidies and bonuses, it's still around 6,000 to 7,000 yuan."
The staff of Kuaipao Canteen took Li Annan's rough hands and said with a smile.
After hearing about Li Annan's situation, the staff couldn't help but feel sympathy.
"Thank you, sister." Li Annan's head was buzzing. After she came out of the orphanage, she worked in a noodle shop. The boss provided her with two meals and she only earned one hundred yuan a month.
She thought she would be satisfied with an income of more than 3,000 yuan.
Six or seven thousand?
She never dared to think so even in her dreams.
Li Annan looked at Chen Yansen's back and asked curiously, "Sister, what's the boss's name?"
"You don't know him? The internet is full of news about our boss." The staff at Kuaipao Canteen were shocked.
Li Annan looked embarrassed and said nothing more.
For her, mobile phones and computers are too much of a luxury.
(End of this chapter)
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