Fu Wenzhou kept his word. From that day on, he was in charge of Dingsheng every day, and Dingsheng's profits miraculously changed from being broken even to having a 20% increase in revenue compared to the previous quarter.
Even Yan Shaoqin couldn't do it, but Fu Wenzhou easily accomplished it in just half a month.
During these two weeks, every employee at Dingsheng was walking on tenterhooks and breathing carefully, fearing that they might be dragged over for surgery by the new CEO, Xiao Fu.
Although all the employees of Dingsheng often complain and grumble in private, they are all more energetic than ever on payday.
The working class is driven by the spirit of a wage slave; isn't the purpose of becoming a corporate slave to earn more money?
It's okay to be tired, but it's terrible to be tired and not get overtime pay, or to have a boss who mistreats employees in every way.
The new boss, Mr. Fu, was different from the other two bosses; he directly changed their year-end bonuses into monthly bonuses.
As long as the monthly performance target is met, there will be a bonus, so everyone works even harder.
When Dingsheng's new quarterly financial statements were presented to Song Qingyou, she was taken aback.
She truly hadn't expected that Fu Wenzhou could increase Dingsheng's revenue so much in such a short time.
In the living room, Song Qingyou closed the financial statements and asked with a gentle smile, "Mr. Fu, what kind of reward would you like?"
Fu Wenzhou handed over the medicine and warm water, saying, "Drink the medicine first."
Song Qingyou took the water glass, tilted her head back, and swallowed the medicine.
Fu Wenzhou frowned slightly: "There are still three days left in the month, why hasn't Yun Nian returned yet?"
Song Qingyou smiled faintly: "What's the rush? There are still three days left."
Fu Wenzhou frowned: "Your medicine is almost gone. Yun Nian only left a month's supply when he left. What if he doesn't come back when it expires?"
Song Qingyou wasn't in a hurry. She had already mastered the medicine-making method that Yun Nian had prepared, and she could make it herself.
She was unsure about the next stage of medication, but there was no rush.
In any case, her illness isn't something that will kill her immediately; she can still hold on for a while longer.
Moreover, her coughing frequency has decreased significantly over the past month, and her heart palpitations have also improved slightly.
She gently reassured Fu Wenzhou, "I'm fine, don't worry too much. My little CEO Fu has helped me earn so much money, what kind of reward do you want?"
Fu Wenzhou squatted down in front of her, staring intently at Song Qingyou: "Sister, let's open a shop together as a couple."
"A husband-and-wife shop?" Song Qingyou was taken aback and asked in confusion, "Is it some kind of emerging industry?"
Fu Wenzhou's voice was deep: "Literally, it means our shop, so it's called a husband-and-wife shop."
Song Qingyou rested her chin on her hand and looked at him: "You're not tired, but I am. One Song family and one Dingsheng are not enough."
Fu Wenzhou pursed his thin lips, about to speak, when a childish voice suddenly came from the doorway.
"Sister Youyou!"
Yun Nianren's voice arrived before she did.
Song Qingyou and Fu Wenzhou turned around and looked out the door.
Yun Nian, no longer wearing the cassock, had changed into a set of age-appropriate sportswear and was excitedly running towards Song Qingyou with her arms outstretched: "Sister Qingyou, I missed you so much!"
However, before he could get close to Song Qingyou, he was blocked by a tall body.
Fu Wenzhou raised an eyebrow and looked down at him: "Kid, just talk, don't get physical."
Yun Nian glared at Fu Wenzhou with great dissatisfaction, but dared not refute him. She could only resignedly lower her arm and look at Song Qingyou behind Fu Wenzhou: "Sister Youyou, you look much better than before I left."
Song Qingyou smiled, reached out and pushed Fu Wenzhou aside, then glanced at the door: "You came back alone? I remember someone was with you."
Yun Nian said mysteriously, "I shook off that uncle. He wasn't just giving me a ride, he was practically spying on me. On my way back, I made an excuse to go to the bathroom and sent him away so I could run back first. I bet he's still walking on some rural road right now."
Song Qingyou: "..."
Fu Wenzhou narrowed his eyes: "You mean you threw Fu Kang away?"
"Yeah, right," Yun Nian scoffed. "Don't you believe me?"
Fu Wenzhou chuckled coldly, too lazy to expose him.
How could Fu Kang be fooled by a mere youth? He's probably already been delivered to the outskirts of the capital, the alert has been lifted, and he's left on his own.
Yun Nian, that idiot, thought he was the one who dumped her.
Song Qingyou took the package from Yun Nian: "Has your master's ashes been buried yet?"
Yun Nian was a little thirsty, so she asked, "Is there any water, Sister Youyou?"
Song Qingyou nodded, then turned to Fu Wenzhou: "Go pour some water."
Fu Wenzhou raised an eyebrow: "Why should I pour it for him? I'm not going."
Song Qingyou said in a calm tone, "Go quickly."
Fu Wenzhou pressed his tongue against his cheek and went to the kitchen.
When he wasn't looking, Yun Nian deliberately made a face behind his back.
Fu Wenzhou turned around as if sensing something, and glanced suspiciously at Yun Nian, who was standing upright and silent. "What did you just do?"
Yun Nian looked completely innocent: "No, I didn't do anything."
Fu Wenzhou was skeptical, gave the other party a warning look, and then turned around and handed the water he had poured to Yun Nian without much politeness.
Yun Nian rubbed her hands vigorously on her clothes before taking the water glass and hurriedly gulping it down in one go.
Afraid that he would choke, Song Qingyou gently reminded him, "Drink slowly."
Yun Nian was extremely thirsty and drank very quickly, emptying the glass of water in no time. He handed the glass back to Fu Wenzhou, saying, "I want more."
Fu Wenzhou's patience had reached its limit: "Don't you have hands?"
Yun Nian looked at Song Qingyou pitifully: "Sister Youyou, I'm so tired from walking all this way."
Song Qingyou: "Go pour it out."
Fu Wenzhou: "..."
He let out a cold snort, his sharp eyes shooting towards Yun Nian.
Yun Nian shrank back in fear, her previous arrogant demeanor gone, and she awkwardly took the cup back: "Well, I'll pour it myself."
Fu Wenzhou's expression softened somewhat; he wasn't so cold anymore.
Yun Nian immediately drank two glasses of wine in the kitchen, and only then did he feel alive again. He said, "I came back three days early this time because I encountered a very strange thing."
"Is this something strange?" Song Qingyou asked, frowning.
“Hmm.” Yun Nian’s expression turned serious. “It’s related to my master, and it’s also related to Sister Youyou.”
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