The next morning, Wang Jun, the guard of the city clothing factory, opened the door as usual, and quickly swept through the door.

As he expected, everyone was very active today, came very early, and there were much more than usual.

There are already many finished products in the garment factory warehouse, but they are not sold out.

If you don’t have sales or money, you can’t afford your salary.

The employees can't do nothing, they can only do one day and two days, and everyone takes turns to work.

But today, before working hours are coming, hundreds of workers are waiting at the door.

Wang Jun was notified last night.

At this moment, he stood at the gate, staring at him, making sure no strangers entered.

Until working hours, he roughly counted and about six or seven hundred people came to the factory.

When he passed by him, he had heard more than a "payment".

The employees want to have a meal and support their families. When they hear that they have a new boss, they have to rest. They look forward to it, waiting for the boss to pay their wages.

After a while, several small cars drove to the door one after another.

He was ready immediately.

But when we learned that they were suppliers, we quickly opened the door.

It's really a ghost!

In the past, it was like guarding against suppliers for accounts.

Wang Jun secretly ridiculed himself, Director Ma, he is really cruel!

He didn't know that in addition to the factory's arrangements, dozens of employees also went to the city's government square to take a walk early in the morning.

Just wait for a signal and everyone will set up a formation.

A killing formation is waiting for He Wentao to come in!

And He Wentao naturally didn't know that the other party had set up such a big formation.

At this moment, he and Zhao Dazhuang were leisurely strolling the radio and film school.

"Brother Wentao, is this a university? Why is it so big?"

Zhao Dazhuang has seen some people on the market, and I couldn't help but be surprised when I saw such a dilapidated school.

He Wentao explained: "This is not a university, it can only be considered a vocational technical secondary school. However, in a few years, you will be upgraded to a junior college."

"Vocational technical secondary school? Aren't all students very young? You come here to recruit, right..."

"Who said I'm looking for a student?"

He Wentao smiled and took out his cell phone and called.

"Hey, hello, is it Teacher Wen?"

"Yes, are you?"

"I'm from Chaozhou, He Wentao, the money should have..."

"Oh, Boss He is right?"

The voice over there was a bit arrogant.

He Wentao didn't mind and smiled and said, "Yes, it's me. I'm in your school now. I don't know if Teacher Wen Fang is inconvenient, let's meet?"

"Meet...it's fine, just meet and chat."

He Wentao looked around and said, "I am now downstairs of the library."

"Okay, wait a moment, I will come over after I finish what I have at hand."

After hanging up the phone, He Wentao seemed to have nothing happened and continued to look around.

Arrogant?

indifferent?

Look down on him?

He Wentao allowed the other party to have a chance to be proud, but if this is the case, he wouldn't mind changing someone else.

At worst, he flew to Kyoto, Demon City, and Pengcheng. What he lacked was not a talent, but an executor.

Wen Feiran was introduced by Qian Zhiming and was his fellow villager.

Qian Zhiming's reminder to He Wentao was that Wen Feiran wanted to go into the sea, but was still hesitating.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Zhao Dazhuang couldn't help but complain.

"Brother Wentao, this person is too crazy, right? It doesn't take ten minutes to walk from one end to the other, right?"

"Maybe they're busy."

After waiting for nearly twenty minutes, He Wentao finally saw a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and quite scholarly angrily coming over.

Snow-white shirt, meticulous.

"You are Boss He?"

"Yes, I'm He Wentao."

Wen Feiran took the initiative to reach out, but he only touched He Wentao for a moment and then took it back.

"Teacher Wen, let's go out and find a quiet place to chat?"

"No, just the pavilion over there."

Wen Feiran pointed to the pavilion next to him, as if he didn't plan to talk to He Wentao.

He Wentao was not confused either.

Soon, He Wentao and Zhao Dazhuang sat down in the pavilion.

But Wen Feiran was standing.

Maybe I disliked the pavilion that was dusty, but standing like this seemed impolite.

"I heard from Lao Qian that you plan to invest in cartoons? This industry has a lot of investment."

Wen Feiran looked up and down at He Wentao.

He Wentao nodded and said, "Yes, I plan to set up an animation production company. I heard from the Qianshu that you came back from studying abroad in the island country a few years ago and studied related majors, so..."

"I don't know what's going on with Boss He's company now?" Wen Feiran interrupted He Wentao's words without hesitation.

After returning from studying abroad in the island country, he was proud of his capital.

"I haven't registered yet, and I'm currently in the preparation stage." He Wentao responded honestly.

Wen Feiran's face slightly darkened and asked again: "How much does Boss He plan to invest in? Animation production, the investment is not low."

He Wentao smiled and slapped, saying, "The initial investment is 50,000 or 50,000 yuan, no upper limit is set, and the subsequent investment will be injected depending on the situation."

"Boss He really plans to invest 50,000 or 50,000?"

Wen Feiran's eyelids twitched, and his words were a little excited.

He Wentao smiled and shook his head, saying, "It's not about investing 50,000 or 50,000, but about the early investment. If Teacher Wen is willing to join, I can give you 5% of the equity and an annual salary of 50,000."

Wen Feiran's body trembled for a moment and almost screamed.

Not to mention that 5% of 50,000 or 50,000 yuan is 25,000 yuan, it is for nothing. Even a 50,000 yuan annual salary is enough to move him.

You know, his salary at school is...ahem, 800 yuan a month.

How many times has this increased!

After losing his mind for a moment, Wen Feiran adjusted his emotions continuously and said, "Boss He, it's inconvenient to speak here. There is a tea room at the door. Let's go and chat there?"

"Okay, I feel a little thirsty, too."

Wen Feiran's attitude changed rapidly.

Along the way, he couldn't help but show off what he had learned.

When you come to the tea room, Mr. He opens and closes his mouth.

This is almost the default agreement.

"Mr. He, the Tieguanyin here is very authentic. I'll make a cup for you and you can try it."

"Okay, thank you Teacher Wen."

"No, Mr. He, just call me Feiran."

Wen Feiran made tea for He Wentao and Zhao Dazhuang very irritated.

Go to Pengcheng?

He didn't believe it, and he would get an annual salary of 50,000 when he went to Pengcheng!

"Feiran, I heard that a new animation editor has been developed abroad to create animations on computers?"
To be continued...