Don't be scared to death.

He stretched out his hand and gently touched Tian Wenlin's chin, holding another bottle of water in his hand:

"Drink some water and calm down."

Tian Wenlin looked at the bottle of water in Su Mu's hand in horror, his legs softened, and he collapsed on the bed.

What a ghost.

Where did this water come from?

Tian Wenlin was really in a daze.

After a long while, he looked at Su Mu in horror, trembling and trying to open the bottle, but found that his hands were weak.

Su Mu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he turned on the water for him and said:

"Brother Tian, ​​don't be afraid. I'm just showing off my strength to reassure you. If you become the president of this company in the future, you will definitely make a lot of money. I really need someone like you to help me... How should I put it?

It’s a mascot.”

Tian Wenlin...!

Damn it!

Why do I suddenly feel so lost?

All of a sudden, he went from a rare talent to a mascot?

He gulped down a few sips of water, looked at Su Mu like a broken jar, and said:

"How about giving me a few days, I need to think about it?"

Su Mu looked at him and said happily:

"Don't think that the mascot is humiliating you, Brother Tian, ​​believe me, if you agree, 10 billion funds will be handed over to you immediately. Apart from the name and share allocation, everything else in the company is your decision. I

It will be written into your employment contract, and you are tenured, with a tentative annual salary of 50 million, plus 1% of the original equity."

Tian Wenlin felt dizzy again.

This investment is really enough.

He smiled bitterly:

"Young Master Mu, 50 million Chinese dollars plus 1% of the original equity, who can't you find? Do you need a... paparazzi like me?"

Su Mu smiled mysteriously and shook his head slowly:

"My above statement is not in Chinese dollars, but in...US dollars."

Tian Wenlin felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Ten billion US dollars in start-up capital?

An annual salary of $50 million?

What the hell...!

Boss, you should have told me earlier.

Why the hell am I still hesitating?

Even if it means being a mascot, a white glove, or a scapegoat, I'm willing to do it.

There was a rumble in the room.

That was Tian Wenlin swallowing his saliva.

Then he looked at Su Mu and asked sternly:

"If I agree now, will it... appear that I have no bottom line?"

Su Mu smiled and shook his head.

He asked again:

"Are you sure I can decide everything?"

Su Mu nodded.

He asked again:

"People from my studio, I can...!"

Su Mu waved his hand:

"Not to mention humans, even the turtles and cockroaches you raise, you can give them a salary, I have permission."

Tian Wenlin...!

Give me a feather fan.

I'm going to shake it twice.

The atmosphere has been enhanced to this point. If you don't shake it twice, it seems disrespectful to the lord.
Chapter completed!