I'm almost a Muggle

"Mr. Wang, I plan for you to set up our distribution department and be the director of our distribution department. I hope you can help us juniors more."

Lin Dong made a quick decision and pushed the middle-aged, down-and-out man to mount his horse.

"I..." Wang Kuo was shocked and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Oh, Mr. Lin thinks so highly of you, just agree. Do you think our Mr. Lin is someone who will dump the blame on you just because of the box office failure?" Wang Shuo also helped Lin Dong to persuade him.

"That's not what I meant, I have the ability..." Wang Kuo wanted to jump over and smash the juicer.

"Uncle, you are too humble. You have worked for two large companies. This shows that you are not only capable, but also very experienced. Don't refuse anymore. This matter is settled today. Just go ahead and do it.

I'll take care of it."

The middle-aged uncle's expression showed that he was struggling, but he was no longer as resistant as he was at the beginning.

When people reach middle age, they are not old, and the ashes of career ambition have not been completely extinguished.

"Don't worry, our company is starting distribution from scratch. It is impossible not to fail. We should not be afraid of this kind of failure. Every failure will become the cornerstone of our company's strength."

Reading books on management is not free, and drinking chicken soup for the soul is not free.

Move it with emotion and understand it with reason.

The middle-aged uncle was helpless. Under the attack from both sides of Lin Dong and Wang Shuo, he could only reluctantly say that he could give it a try.

Shi Shanshan felt guilty and did not dare to raise any objections.

Qian Na's foundation is shallow, and she feels guilty even after becoming a vice president.

As for the other management, Chen Xiaoman didn't understand anything, and Tian Dazhuang was actually very happy that someone under him was making a difference.

Ordinary employees are all full of expectations for the future.

A driver.

He was promoted to Director of the Publishing Department.

This is even more shocking than Shi Shanshan's promotion from director to general manager.

Such a company.

Is there any reason why everyone doesn’t fight for it?

Maybe it will be your turn next.

Then, Slytherin burst into applause.

After work, everyone was still immersed in Mr. Lin's wise words at today's meeting.

Veteran driver Wang Kuo stopped the car and turned off the engine.

Then he leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh.

"Oh, Mr. Wang, please stop sighing. You have to show off your skills tonight. I want to eat braised pork." The person sitting in the passenger seat was the bartender from Crest Culture Media.

"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat. Do you know that you are putting your father on the fire to roast?" Wang Kuo came up and slapped his son on the back of the head.

That's right.

Wang Kuo, Wang Shuo.

They are father and son.

Bartender Wang Shuo applied for a good job, which offered more money but less work, and it was a bit far from home.

Wang Kuo is very happy that his son finally no longer hangs out in bars all day.

But at the same time, he also wondered what kind of company would hire a bartender to work.

Fortunately, Wang Shuo often complained that Chai Hua couldn't put his best foot forward, and no one in the company even let him mix drinks, and even gave him the nickname "Juicer".

Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

This company is at least normal.

The salary given is just too high.

A bartender is higher than someone like him who has been working in publishing in a big company for ten or twenty years.

Is there any heavenly principle?

What makes the old man even more frustrated is that the project he was responsible for, a movie with an investment of hundreds of millions, only had a box office of 154 million, resulting in serious losses.

Someone must take the blame.

He was usually quite ostracized, and this blame was put on his head with all his strength.

Your fucking script is terrible, what can I do?

Liu Bang and Yu Ji love each other life and death.

I felt sick every time I went to the cinema to watch it.

The actors and directors of The House Next Door are not inferior to the same-themed movie, which only had a box office of over 80 million.

We pushed the movie box office to 150 million.

Even if he has no merit, he still needs to be held accountable.

A man in his forties.

In addition, a few years ago at Huanshi Pictures, he was dismissed as a scapegoat.

Wang Kuo, a veteran in the publishing industry, could not find a job.

Just in time for the expansion of Crest Culture Media.

After receiving the inside information, Wang Kuo was tired of the things in the workplace and went straight to work as an ordinary driver.

I spend most of my day drinking tea in the company.

When I have work, I go out and drive.

Not to mention how comfortable it is.

The father and son, one is a bartender with a monthly salary of 45,000 yuan, and the other is a driver with a monthly salary of 30,000 yuan. This family is actually living quite well in the capital.

It's a pity that this comfortable life was ruined by this ignorant bastard.

"Dad, Mr. Lin is different from others." Wang Shuo said seriously: "If you are still unwilling at all, just make some achievements and show them."

"Well, it's not easy said than done."

"It doesn't matter even if you fail a few times. Mr. Lin doesn't care about this. It's true."

"Nonsense, how can anyone be a boss who is not afraid of losing money?"

"I've known Mr. Lin for so long, and he doesn't shy away from talking to me about things. How can I know better than you?"

"Who is Mr. Lin and why is he so rich?"

"No one knows. Dad, just let your hands and feet go. Mr. Lin will never treat anyone who helps him make money badly."

"You brat, you pushed your dad to go to the front line. Why don't you try to earn money to support me?"

"Haha, don't think I'm just a bartender..."

"You can't even mix wine."

"Hey, old man, you are still an elite in the workplace. Do you know how to chat?"

"snort."

"I have 45,000 yuan a month and an annual salary of almost one million. In a few years, I will be able to buy a house in the capital. Look at the so-called white-collar workers and gold-collar workers. How many people can do this."

"Okay, don't be poor, I'll go back and make braised pork for you."

"Hey, Dad, you are so kind, but don't call yourself an old man. You are only over forty, and I don't mind if you find me a stepmother."

"Get out of here."

After Lin Dong settled the people here, he took Liu Xiaomei, who had taken leave from the crew, to Star City.

The capital of Hunan cuisine!

A true gastronomic city.

Stir-fried fish head with minced pepper and shrimp, perfect for summer.

In the morning, rice noodles with scallion oil cake and salted duck with pickled pepper beef sauce.

There is also the stinky tofu that I have to eat in a big way.

As a foodie, Lin Dong has also tasted this nationally famous snack in other places.

No matter how authentic they say they are, they are not as pure as the locals.

This time the guest is He Hao.

Lin Dong contacted him on WeChat, but he did not show up.

Zhang Sanpang contacted He Hao's agent, who was a little reluctant at first.

A celebrity like He Hao doesn't need to be exposed through variety shows at all, especially such a village-level variety show with little technical content.

But after he had a conversation with He Hao.

He Hao sent a message directly to Lin Dong.

He complained that Lin Dong didn't say hello in advance when he was coming to Star City, but he still found out about it from other people's mouths.

It was natural to join the show next.

The appearance fee of 500,000 yuan is purely a friendly price.

There are so many people in a team, so He Hao doesn't need to charge money, but the team can't work in vain.