Wang Zhongjun didn't expect Mu Rong to open the envelope without saying anything, and couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

But it only took him a moment of embarrassment before he regained his composure.

He was just humiliating Mu Rong, and he just wanted to beat this guy who didn't know the heights of the world.

A young actor who has just played a small role wants to change his contract. Who gave you the courage?

So many big-name artists in the company have never said this, how dare you say this?

Originally, he planned to use this red envelope to give Mu Rong a warning, but unexpectedly, Mu Rong opened the red envelope directly on the stage and saw the amount of money inside.

But if you see it, you see it! So what if you see it?

How dare he?

Below the stage, Li Xue had already hurried to the front of the stage and winked at Mu Rong desperately.

On the other side, Wang Jinghua, who was talking to Feng Xiaogang, also noticed the situation here, looked over nervously, and suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart.

What's wrong with Xiao Rong? Don't be impulsive!

Looking at the expressionless Mu Rong, Wang Zhongjun said with deep meaning: "Work hard and there will be bread."

Shaking the fluttering banknotes in his hand, Mu Rong smiled and asked, "Is this the bread you are talking about?"

His voice came through the microphone in Wang Zhongjun's hand. It wasn't loud, but it was extremely clear.

Hearing his voice, everyone at the scene seemed to realize something was wrong and fell silent.

Seeing that he dared to directly attack on the stage, Wang Zhongjun's smile suddenly disappeared.

"Okay, get down as soon as you get the bonus! There are people waiting behind you!"

He put away his smile, put down the phone, and looked at Mu Rong with eyes that seemed to warn: It's best not to do stupid things, or you will regret it.

But Mu Rong looked at his warning eyes, but did not dodge at all.

Staring into his eyes, Mu Rong asked calmly: "I made a total of 200,000 yuan for the company last year, which is not much, but according to the contract, which is no different from a bonded work contract, the income attributed to me should also be

Twenty thousand yuan.

What do you mean you just gave me two hundred and fifty yuan? You don't even want to give me twenty thousand yuan, and you still use this number to insult me?"

Upon hearing his question, Wang Zhongjun's smile completely disappeared.

Squinting his small eyes and staring at Mu Rong, he suppressed anger in his heart.

How dare this kid?

Does he still want to work in the company?

But in front of the whole company, he couldn't lose his composure.

Suppressing his anger, he said in a deep voice: "This is calculated by the Finance Department based on the profit distribution ratio of the contract. If you have any opinions, you can ask Mr. Huang privately, okay?"

"There's no need to keep it private, I've asked you now."

Mu Rong was not polite. He took a step forward and snatched the microphone from Wang Zhongjun's hand. He looked at Huang Huan, the vice president of finance in the audience, and asked: "Mr. Huang, I would like to ask, my contract is the minimum

Even according to this contract, the 200,000 yuan I earned last year should be distributed to me 20,000 yuan, but why do I only get 250 yuan now?"

His unceremonious behavior of grabbing the microphone and his questioning without any concern for the leader's face immediately silenced the scene.

Everyone looked at each other, wondering what was going on.

Wang Jinghua had already hurried over when he grabbed the microphone.

But after hearing the question he asked, Wang Jinghua couldn't help but slow down, and then stared at Wang Zhongjun with a look of disbelief.

How arrogant is this guy?

Do you really not regard artists as human beings?

If it were cut from 20,000 to 250, Wang Jinghua herself would definitely go crazy!

Isn't this sending beggars away?

Being questioned by Mu Rong's name, Huang Huan stood up in confusion.

Glancing at Wang Zhongjun, he hesitated and explained: "Well... your gross profit last year was indeed 200,000 yuan. According to the profit sharing ratio, you should have a commission of 20,000 yuan.

But...but your personal expenses are not low. You go to Nanjing by plane, and you go to Zhejiang Province as well. Your daily expenses for food and accommodation all need to be deducted. After the deduction is completed, the money you can get,

There’s really only so much…”

At this point, Huang Huan himself could no longer speak and looked at Wang Zhongjun on the stage for help.

Sensing his look, Mu Rong looked at Wang Zhongjun and asked calmly: "Transportation, food and accommodation are at your own expense. I remember there are no such terms in the contract, right?"

Hearing his question, the artists in the audience couldn't help but whisper and listened attentively.

The artist's transportation, food and accommodation expenses are reimbursed by the crew or event party. If the crew or event party does not reimburse, the company will reimburse them. This is a clause in the contract.

If what Mr. Huang said is true, and Mu Rong has to reimburse himself for transportation, food and accommodation expenses, then this is a big problem. This is a breach of contract by the company!

Listening to the discussions of the artists in the audience, Wang Zhongjun's expression darkened.

He didn't expect that this kid Mu Rong would be so courageous and dare to bring this kind of issue to this occasion.

Does this kid not want to hang out anymore?

And Huang Huan, that idiot, is really brave. He actually dares to say such things?

Pig?

"This kind of financial issue, please don't take up everyone's time here! Let's talk about it later."

Wang Zhongjun did not want to continue this topic.

"Why not talk about it? The annual meeting is when company leaders and artists gather together most. If we don't talk about it now, when will we talk about it?"

Mu Rong stared at Wang Zhongjun and pressed forward step by step: "Wang Zhongjun, don't ignore him and answer my questions."

Seeing that he actually called him by his first name, Wang Zhongjun immediately became angry.

But while he was angry, he also felt a little panic.

He seemed to have overestimated Mu Rong's endurance, and the situation was a bit out of control.

The authority of a leader is based on the right to speak. If employees no longer recognize him as a leader, he is nothing.

Staring at Mu Rong with a frown, he asked in a deep voice: "Mu Rong, what do you want to do?"

"Is it my turn to ask you this?"

Mu Rong smiled slightly: "If my guess is correct, you think that I am pushing the envelope because I want to change the contract, so you are beating me in this way to make me remember it, right?

But using money deductions to manage disobedient subordinates is the worst way to manage a company, and your management level is not good at all! It’s such a shame!"

Wang Zhongjun looked at him with a gloomy expression, wanting to kill him.

Mu Rong embarrassed him in front of the whole company. He was pressing his face to the ground and stepping on him!

How will everyone in the company view him in the future?

But compared with the face issue, the contract issue identified by Mu Rong is bigger.

There are many artists who have signed C-level contracts like Mu Rong, and their profit sharing ratio is also 1:9.

No one had ever dared to have a showdown with the company to discuss the share ratio before, but this time Mu Rongtian was not afraid of anything and broke this window, and the trouble behind it would be big.

Staring at Mu Rong, he said solemnly: "The company's management of all artists follows the contract. The company will not ask you for a penny more, nor will it give you a penny less!

I'm willing to give away millions of commissions and bonuses, but you still need twenty thousand yuan?

If you think it's too little, just film well and earn more money.

If you can earn 10 million back, why bother fighting for 10,000 or 20,000?"

"Change the subject?"

Mu Rong looked at him and asked: "What I'm asking you is, in the terms of the contract, are there any clauses that include transportation, food and accommodation at your own expense?"

Wang Zhongjun's expression was gloomy and uncertain. He suddenly looked at Wang Jinghua in the audience and gave her a look of help.

Seeing his pleading look, Wang Jinghua sighed helplessly.

If we had known today, why did we do it in the first place?

Is it worth it to be so embarrassing just for that little share ratio?

But she was complaining in her heart, so she still spoke.

"Xiao Rong, I will handle this matter. You come down first."

She persuaded Mu Rong.

Looking back at her, Mu Rong had no expression on his face, but he couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.

After all, people are grasshoppers tied to a rope, and they have to help their own people no matter what.

Fortunately, he didn't place his hopes on Sister Hua, otherwise he would have been disappointed.

He glanced at Wang Zhongjun, who looked gloomy, and then turned around and looked around.
To be continued...