While the young security guard was still doubting his life, Mr. Wang had already taken the elevator and headed straight to the 55th floor of the top floor.

"Old Wang! Your son is here too!"

"Are you at work?"

Young Master Wang shouted loudly and pushed open the office door.

As a result, in a huge office, a serious-looking middle-aged man was sitting on a desk chair, listening to reports from four or five senior executives in suits below.

Young Master Wang stopped and smiled awkwardly under the gaze of everyone.

The few executives who were interrupted didn't care. Someone smiled and said hello: "Young Master Wang is in a good mood today."

"Have you encountered something good? Share it with us."

Young Master Wang did not answer, and said directly: "You continue, I will come back later."

"No, please sit down." The middle-aged man stopped him, "It will be fine soon."

Mr. Wang shrugged and sat down on the sofa nearby.

Perhaps because they saw Mr. Wang waiting, several senior executives quickly finished their work reports and when they walked past the door, they all gave Mr. Wang a kind smile as he lay on the sofa playing with his mobile phone.

When the office door was closed, Mr. Wang curled his lips and removed the barely maintained expression on his face.

Young Master Wang felt like a mirror, those people with good attitudes were just trying to please Lao Wang through themselves.

Despite how friendly the senior executives just now were, in fact, all of them felt that they were rich second-generation people who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun, and they probably looked down on themselves in their hearts.

After the outsiders left, Lao Wang - Wang Jianye's serious expression softened and asked: "Why, you came here so early in the morning."

Lao Wang is very dignified in front of his employees, but he has no temper when facing Xiao Wang.

Noticing the newspaper in Wang Cong's hand, Wang Jianye said casually: "You still read newspapers? Why didn't you have this habit before?"

Wang Cong immediately became excited and slapped several newspapers in his hand on Wang Jianye's desk.

"Dad, look! Look!"

Seeing Wang Cong's excited look, Wang Jianye picked up a copy with confusion and was surprised to find that it was not an entertainment tabloid, but an official newspaper.

Soon, when he saw the front page title of the page he was turning, Wang Jianye understood why Wang Cong was so excited.

"Making cultural relics come alive - Huayu, Yida and many other well-known companies help protect and promote China's traditional cultural heritage."

In the huge boldface title, the word "Yida" is still very conspicuous.

Wang Jianye raised his eyebrows and picked up the second newspaper.

It is also a well-known newspaper with a large circulation. The title is similar to the first one, with the word "Yida" in both.

"How about it!"

Wang Cong said proudly: "I just said it! You won't lose money by grabbing the title sponsor of "National Treasure"!"

"Not only in newspapers, but also in the news and hot searches! This program has more than 30 million views online, and the effect is better than your advertising for a year!"

After reading several articles in a row, Wang Jianye's eyes became more and more surprised.

As a business tycoon, Wang Jianye has a strong ability to integrate information, and he quickly judged that Wang Cong was not exaggerating.

This time "Yida" invested in sponsoring the program "National Treasure", not only did it not lose money, it also made a lot of money in terms of advertising effects.

In fact, when Wang Cong was determined to grab this sponsorship right, Wang Jianye was a little disapproved of it.

After all, it seems to be a similar program type to "Poetry Conference", but I feel that the price this time is a bit too high.

But in the end, Wang Jianye did not raise any objection, but let Wang Cong do it.ωωw.

On the one hand, Wang Cong seems to really want to do something, and it is a good thing to be motivated. Secondly, after all, he invested in a national television station, so no matter how much he loses, he will not lose much. At most, it is equivalent to "

I returned what I earned from the Poetry Conference.

However, I did not expect that the result this time was unexpectedly good.

Lao Wang is a real person and will not do anything to deliberately suppress credit. He praised: "You did a good job this time. This advertisement is very helpful to the company's image."

Wang Cong's face lit up, and he felt as happy as eating a popsicle on a hot summer day.

In fact, although Mr. Wang is irreverent and has limited abilities, he still has a desire to make progress.

Especially using real results to slap those pretentious executives in the face who look down on their own abilities is something that Mr. Wang loves to do so much.

You sit in the office all day long and spend tens of millions on advertising, but the effect is not as good as what I did once.

Wang Jianye pondered for a moment and continued: "You have done a lot of things very well recently, and you are indeed much calmer."

"Why don't you come to work in the company? I'll assign you a department manager position first, and then you can learn more slowly."

Wang Jianye knew his son's abilities well and had no intention of letting Wang Cong take over the management.

For a company as big as Yida, if you hire professional managers to take care of it after you retire, Wang Cong can just collect the money in peace, so as not to create a situation where "one general cannot do enough and the three armies are exhausted". How much money can be spent on eating and drinking, as long as Wang Cong doesn't

Just invest in whatever you are passionate about.

However, Wang Cong's recent performance has impressed him a bit.

Could it be that I was really wrong before? Is my son's ability... really useful?

Wang Jianye's mind became active. After all, professional managers are outsiders. It would be great if Wang Cong could be trained to be the helmsman.

Who would have thought that Young Master Wang would not appreciate it and shook his head repeatedly.

"No, no, no, no," Wang Cong said quickly, "Dad, I'm not interested in you. You ask me to go to work every day and make reports or something like that. It's uncomfortable to hear that."

Wang Cong chuckled and said, "I have more promising things to do."

"By the way, if you did a good job this time, the reward is not too much, right?"

Wang Jianye was also extremely generous and said directly: "Tell me, how much do you want?"

Wang Cong held out a finger without politeness: "One thousand... fifteen million!"

"So much?" Wang Jianye thought for a moment and said, "Okay."

After a moment of pause, Wang Jianye couldn't help but asked curiously: "What are you talking about that is more promising?"

Wang Cong laughed, "We're making a movie! These 15 million are investment funds."

Wang Jianye was stunned and said seriously: "Son, you should be cautious about investing in making movies."

"As a theater operator, why don't you know that you can make money, but most of it is a loss? This kind of filming is very professional, so you have to find the right talent."

"I know this, dad, don't worry." Wang Cong said confidently, "This film partner is extremely professional, and it's just Ye Zhiqiu! "National Treasure" was his idea."

Wang Cong continued: "Your son understands it now."

"I'm not good at it myself, so I just need to work with people who are good at it. Then Ye Zhiqiu's project will definitely not suffer. If even he loses, I will admit it."

"Ye Zhiqiu?" Wang Jianye was stunned when he heard this name.

"Hua Yu...Yu Zhengdao's daughter's partner? The young man who sang at the National Day Gala."

"Yes! His girlfriend is Yu Caiwei." At this point, Mr. Wang complained in a low voice, "It's unreasonable. He's so handsome and he still picks up girls."

He automatically ignored Wang Cong's last sentence. Unexpectedly, Wang Jianye, who had just been a little persuasive, nodded decisively.

"Okay, go ahead and do it."
Chapter completed!