"I will."

"I'll go too, are there any groups?"

Chen Jingxu's side.

He simply wanted to donate money and never thought of attracting so much media attention.

"Brother Kun, help me accept the interview~"

"Don't, I resist, I refuse to help. My little president, the news media and CCTV have made a decision to interview you. I have already pushed you many times. If you push them, you will have to blackmail me." Cai Shaokun gorgeously rejected Chen Jingxu.

Chen Jingxu looked at Chen Zhongjin, and Chen Zhongjin said, "I just remembered that something happened, so I'll leave first."

Chen Jingxu turned to Huang Yingtong, and Huang Yingtong sneezes: "I only know big data."

"Luo Yang, Lili, you guys go."

"President, we have been interviewed, and their cameras will not fall on us even if they go there."

“…”

It’s not that Chen Jingxu doesn’t want to become famous, he is afraid that this interview will be difficult to move forward.

Not necessarily.

The Internet has no future yet, and a little donation is known to everyone. Before the 3g era came, Chen Jingxu gave an interview: "It's okay."

"Xiao Tongzi, give me some makeup, after all, I'm going to be on camera."

"My little president, do you still pay attention to these?"

"I just want to be more handsome, and then take off my makeup and no one knows me."

“Uhhh?”

"Forget it, just do whatever you want."

Chen Jingxu thought about it again and was bare-faced. At worst, he asked his wife to draw her eyebrows on her later: "Let them go to the large conference room on the 8th floor."

The president of Xuri Group took over the interview, and all the news media immediately went to the large conference room on the 8th floor to prepare according to the staff's arrangements.

Half an hour later.

The spotlights of countless shootings have been locked in the podium and are waiting for the president of the Rising Sun Group to enter.

At this time, a boy appeared, causing the news media below to look at each other.

"Sister, isn't this a boy holding a little girl on the flat top?"

"Yes, why is he here?" The simplicity in the photo was also available in a small page, and the newspaper had been published.

Chen Jingxu looked at the whispering people in the audience and spoke slowly: "Hello everyone, news media reporters, I am Chen Jingxu, Mr. Chen of Xuri Group, part-time president."

"You are the president?" All the media were stunned.

"What does part-time president mean? This young man, you said you are the president, how do you prove it?" from the reporter from the News Morning Post.

"This journalist friend is so humorous. I am interviewed by you in Xuri Group. How do you think I want to prove myself? Do you have to pull all the employees of the group into the conference room before I can prove it to me?" The reporter who asked the question shrank back.

"Hello, Mr. Chen, I am a reporter from Yangcheng Evening News. I heard that your group has donated 1 billion yuan to flood control and disaster relief. Do you feel distressed?" One billion yuan, if you put it in other companies, it is an unbearable pain. Even Tencent now has not yet exceeded one billion yuan.

"Money is a bastard, it's not good to not donate."

"Puchi, what's the answer? Are you a young man so humorous? "

The audience suddenly choked. What does money mean that money is a bastard, and it’s not good to donate it?

"Mr. Chen, before the flood, many charities invited you to participate were rejected, saying that you were afraid of donating. Now you say that you are unhappy if you donate. Will you slap yourself in the face?" A reporter asked a question he thought was very tricky.

"Slap in the face? Why do I ask the Henan authorities to return 100 million from one billion to donate to these institutions, what do you think?"

Slap sex.

Chen Jingxu instantly completed a slap in the face, one billion, not one hundred million, donated to tens of millions of charity organizations, and they already regarded you as a VIP.

"Mr. Chen, as we all know, companies pay taxes for revenue every year, which is a necessary expenditure. But what many people donate is that in fact, donations from enterprises to public welfare assets can offset part of the tax. For example, a company achieves an income of 3.2 million yuan, and a tax of 800,000 yuan is required to pay 25% of the corporate income tax. However, if the company donates 300,000 yuan, the company's income will become 2.9 million yuan. At this time, the company's income tax standard will be reduced by one level and paid at 10%, and the donated 300,000 yuan can offset part of the tax. In this way, the company can save a lot of money on taxes by donating money." What is the tricky problem? This problem is really tricky.

Chen Jingxu asked: "This journalist friend is very interesting. Which newspaper do you belong to?"

"Southern Metropolis Daily."

"You are very eloquent, it's a pity that you don't work as an accountant. Are you interested in joining Xuri Group and you will be given a monthly salary of 50,000 yuan per month."

"Puff."

A reporter from Southern Metropolis Daily would like to say, can you ask this question privately? If it is a private question, he will agree immediately.

You know, the benefits of Xuri Group are jealous and they also give houses to ordinary employees.

"At present, the state supports private enterprises, and tax revenue is not as terrifying as this reporter mentioned. The tax revenue he refers to should belong to foreign enterprises, so foreign enterprises are more keen on public welfare."

When domestic and foreign companies heard that Xuri Group dragged them into the water, their faces were already purchased and approved. What's the matter? They were shot while lying down.

"Mr. Chen, I am from Henan Folk Newspaper. Thank you for your donation for Henan flood control and disaster relief. On behalf of the affected people, we thank you for your donation." Henan reporters bowed to Chen Jingxu.

"Seriously, I'm just donating some money. A game that rich people play. What you really want to thank is the flood fighting hero who is rushing to the front line, not me."

Chen Jingxu's words can be easily understood and unimaginable. They are words from a young man.

"Hello, Mr. Xiao Chen, I am the representative of the Poverty Foundation."

"You don't have to say anything. I know what you want to say. I'm not helping the poor. Everyone has hands and feet. I don't donate wherever I am poor. All you have to do is lead them to a well-off life with both hands and feet, instead of asking for donations from society." Chen Jingxu buzzed the head of the Poverty Foundation with a disagreement. He dared to ask for a donation at this time.

"Mr. Xiao Chen, our poverty foundation is officially supervised. If you want to get rich, you should first open the road. Some poor villages are in the mountains and there is no road. Therefore, we seek social donations for the road, not to assist individuals in poor households."

"So that's the case. OK. Let the finance department pay 100,000 yuan to your account." Chen Jingxu was in contrast with his previous spending of money, which made all the reporters puzzled. Compared with the one billion donations, the 100,000 yuan donated now is like sending a beggar, and nothing is.

"Hello, Mr. Chen, we are Red Ten~"

"Stop, don't mention the donation. Are there any other questions? If you have any, please leave it and ask again. I'm sleepy, so go home and have a sleep first."

It has been unveiled, and it's almost done after answering so many questions.

In fact, in less than half an hour, Chen Jingxu ended the reporter interview meeting, and the reporters from other newspapers ended before they could ask questions.
Chapter completed!