He Is Warmer Than Time

"About the second son is not a soldier, so I didn't bring it here."

Song Ran nodded: "Maybe, it seems there is nothing to guard against Deputy Commander An."

Gu Jingxing's expression was solemn: "Knowing people, knowing the face and not knowing the heart, still has to be a little eye-catching."

"Well, I got it."

On the seventh day of the new year, Song Ran went to her company. At this time, her company has reached the scale of performing entertainers plus hundreds of behind-the-scenes staff.

In addition to Feng Baoer Mu Mian, popular artists also have several new actors and actresses under the banner.

It can be said that Wanyi has officially replaced the cultural and industrial troupe model and became a more popular entertainment company in China. This model has also been learned by others. At this time, entertainment companies have been opened everywhere.

When the company is big, there are many people, and when there are many people, the hearts of the people are relatively less uniform.

There are always some accountants who don't pay more than last year's year-end bonus. This year's salary increase is not satisfactory.

Zhao Juan is one of Wan Yi's accountants.

She is in her early forties. In this kind of entertainment company, you can see that the actors have high incomes, but she only has a dead salary, which is somewhat psychologically imbalanced.

But she was unable to change the injustice she believed.

So all she can do is to sigh and sigh for the unfair destiny.

At 5:30 in the evening, Zhao Juan went to the Huainan beef soup restaurant near the company to have dinner with the small cashier from the same department of the company.

Because it is the beginning of the year, the accounts are busy and they need to stay to work overtime.

In fact, Song Ran didn't treat them badly according to the quotes of his peers. On the contrary, he was generous and rewarded him generously at the end of the year.

But after all, compared with an actor in an ordinary profession, the gap will definitely exist.

Accountant Zhao Juan and cashier Zhang Ling sighed together.

Zhao Juan shook her head and said, "Mu Mian and Feng Bao'er earned so much last year."

One is responsible for paying wages and the other is responsible for auditing, so both of them know how much money the artists under Wanyi can get in a year.

Both of them felt a little psychologically unbalanced.

Zhang Ling chuckled softly: "Yes, it's really easy for them to make money. It's easy. They can buy a small house in one year. It's like us. My family of six is ​​crowded in a tube building, up and down. Yes, it's not convenient."

Zhao Juan took a bite of beef noodles and her expression was dim: "Who said no? I heard that Mu Mian bought two houses in one go last year, and the money was like a strong wind."

Zhang Ling echoed: "Feng Baoer is even better. I bought a small house and it's still on the Huangpu River. The house there is valuable."

When the two of them talked in full swing, they didn't notice that a man not far behind had been paying attention to them.

The man is An Zhiyuan. Hearing their conversation, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Juan and Zhang Ling hurried back to the company after dinner and continued to work hard overtime.

Song Ran would also accompany them when they worked overtime, and would buy them red bean and taro **** to eat. Because it was the beginning of the new year, they also gave each of them a big red envelope.

As the boss, Song Ran is very generous.

However, the human heart is not enough to swallow an elephant, and human greed is endless.

At nine o'clock, Song Ran looked at his watch and clapped his hands: "It's too late today. Go home. I will let Brother Jun drive some of you home."

After speaking, a group of people left the company together.

Gu Jingxing's army truck was waiting for her outside the small yard, Song Ran wrapped her coat tightly and quickly got in.