I'm going to become a giant in the entertainment industry

Yang Ruoqian is not really a young man in his twenties as he appears, so there is no way that such poor acting skills can fool his eyes.

But he didn't say anything to interrupt Ma Yuan's performance.

"Why are you still doing this, you door god?! Holding a glass of water in your hand is how you treat guests? Why don't you quickly make a pot of laobanzhang for Mr. Yang?"

This is an attempt to throw all the responsibilities onto Huang Wei and divert Mr. Yang’s attention...

"Mr. Yang, I'm really sorry. As you know, we received your people yesterday. The company's performance has been good recently. We plan to make some renovations to make you laugh."

"Oh, what's going on? If you want to come, you can tell us earlier. The company will book you a big hotel here, where you can eat and talk comfortably..."

It seemed that he was troubled by the company's poor accounting and had long wanted to get rid of the mess. After Ma Yuan said his polite words, he hurriedly complained.

Talk about how hard you work, how much effort you put into the company, how stupid your employees are, how many good opportunities you have missed, etc.

After talking about himself, he started talking about the company's potential, and applied the same tactics to Mr. Yang that he used to talk to employees.

Yang Ruoqian remained silent, looking at Ma Yuan, who was talking endlessly, with unclear eyes.

Perhaps because he was used to being the boss, Ma Yuan still didn't know what to do and kept saying a bunch of rhetoric that made people sleepy.

It wasn't until he suddenly realized that only one person was speaking in this conversation between two people that he stopped and glanced at Yang Ruoqian awkwardly.

"Uh, Mr. Yang, how about we talk while eating?"

Yang Ruoqian finished watching a performance and said calmly: "No, I have something to do later, so let's talk here."

"Then... okay, how about going to the conference room? This place..."

Yang Ruoqian nodded in agreement.

Ma Yuan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the big financier who was interested in acquiring his company did not walk away and was still willing to negotiate.

So he quickly invited the two of them into the narrow conference room.

It is said to be a conference room, but it is actually a small room of 20 square meters. There is a wooden table, full of plastic chairs and a medium-sized whiteboard.

There is no comparison with the extremely luxurious and fully functional conference room of Kuaiguang Group.

At the same time, Huang Wei also brought three cups of tea, one for each of Yang Ruoqian, Chang Zhiqing and Ma Yuan.

This is the current situation of most companies that are under great pressure to survive. What should be done by administrative positions should be done. At this time, employees can only let go of their busy work to do it for them.

After all, small companies basically do not have many related businesses, so the cost and benefit of opening more positions are completely out of proportion.

It is rare for a company like Kuaiguang Group to have all its front desk, administrative and personnel personnel staffed, regardless of whether they are useful or not.

Yang Ruoqian picked a chair and sat down. He took a sip of the tea and put it aside without touching it again.

In fact, his taste in drinks such as wine and tea is very low. Hundreds and thousands of dollars will not make a difference at all. The expensive tea in the company is just used to increase the company's costs, and has no taste with Mr. Yang's own taste. How big a deal.

The problem is that the tea tastes so bad that one wonders whether the tea leaves were harvested from the green belt.

The tea used to entertain guests all looks like this...

That guy Lin Cao didn't get angry?

No, in order to cope with Lin Cao's inspection yesterday, Spark Company should have prepared good tea.

It is estimated that Ma Yuan took it back to his home after using it.

"Mr. Yang... I have long heard that Mr. Yang is young and capable. Today it seems that he is worthy of his reputation."

The pile of nonsense he just said now seems like he has taken his embarrassment to the extreme.

But Ma Yuan, who had long developed a thick skin, didn't have much shame. He just waved his hand and said: "Huang Wei, come in too. If Mr. Yang has any professional questions later, you can answer them properly."

Although Ma Yuan often criticizes and criticizes his employees at work, he is actually somewhat self-aware and knows that he does not know the business. Some questions must be answered by professionals, otherwise he will definitely show his cowardice.

Mr. Yang may not know many professional questions related to music, but the beautiful woman who has been following him has no idea where she came from. If he is asked by others, he will be more or less embarrassed.

After hearing the boss's instructions, Huang Wei nodded slightly and sat down nervously.

After yesterday's inspection, Lin Cao breathed a sigh of relief for himself - the inspection results were not ideal and things were a bit uncertain.

Today, my boss made a surprise inspection and was probably making the final decision.

Whether the company can survive depends on this conversation today... How could Huang Wei not be nervous.

Ma Yuan looked at Yang Ruoqian and said with emotion: "In the past six months, the most news I have seen in the news is that another emerging company has emerged in our Jinhai City, and a young model entrepreneur has emerged... With both fame and fortune, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. ah."

No, I'm just unlucky.

Yang Ruoqian complained in his heart and said truthfully: "It's not as powerful as he said. It's all luck."

Ma Yuan laughed: "Mr. Yang is really kidding. How can anyone make such a big business and make so much money by relying on luck! You are successful and humble at the same time. It's your turn to succeed."

Success...making money...The veins in Yang Ruoqian's fists under the table are gradually showing.

Is it okay if I don’t open any pot and pick up which pot?

It would be a bit rude to bring up these unfavorable topics again!

"However, Mr. Yang said that he was lucky, and I also feel that I am lucky today." After Ma Yuan complimented him, he finally changed the topic back to the topic, "I can meet a noble person like you at this time."

"Yesterday you sent someone to inspect the company, and you must have had the most detailed understanding of the company's situation. Let me tell you the truth. Now we are indeed facing some thorny difficulties."

"Your willingness to take over our company can no longer be said to be a help in times of need. It is simply a lifesaver for all our employees!"

Before the acquisition plan was even revealed, Ma Yuan promoted Yang Ruoqian to a very high position.

Doing so is naturally a strategy - if Yang Ruoqian's inner thought is whether or not the company can be acquired, then most likely he will choose to acquire it.

They say you are a savior. There are so many people in the company counting on you for food. How can a young person stand up to such a savior-like role?

What's more, there is such a beautiful woman next to her. Even for the sake of face, she probably won't lose her face.

As everyone knows, in fact, in Mr. Yang's heart, he is very satisfied with the current situation of this company.

Judging from the atmosphere of the entire company, and the pessimism emanating from the bones of all members from the leadership to the employees, Spark Records can no longer be said to be a patient in the ICU.

It is simply a corpse waiting to be cremated in the morgue...

Yang Ruoqian looked at the time, raised his hand and said, "Mr. Ma, I won't play charades with you. I already got the inspection report on your company yesterday. To be honest, it was very bad, worse than I imagined. But for I still plan to continue with your company’s acquisition plan.”

Hearing Yang Ruoqian's assurance, Ma Yuan's anxious heart finally relaxed.

It doesn't matter whether the inspection results are bad, it's just that there will be more fiddling with the price in the end, and as long as you are willing to acquire it, everything is easy to talk about.

"Mr. Yang, if you are willing to take advantage of us, you are the benefactor of the entire Spark Company! You are a happy person and like to listen to open words, so I will not be polite to you."

"You also know that the company is not operating well and has a lot of expenses. This cannot be justified by blaming the problem on one person. Everyone in the company, including me, must have unshirkable responsibility."

"I have put a lot of effort into the company, and it has been with me for more than ten years. To be honest, it is like another child of mine. As long as you can keep it alive, you will directly take over the company today." If Bai wants to go there, I agree!"

Yang Ruoqian smiled and said nothing.

Generally speaking, after saying these beautiful words, there will be a "but".

And this is the content behind it, which is the real open talk.

As expected, Ma Yuan took a sip of tea and continued: "But..."

"Although I hold the largest share of the company, the entire company actually has five shareholders. I can give you my share, but the other shareholders will definitely not agree."

"My brothers in the company have been with me for a long time. As the boss, I have the unshirkable responsibility for their future lives. You must also understand, right?"

After saying these words, Ma Yuan continued to talk about the company's various businesses.

From the company's ideals to its historical background, there are a lot of private things in it that I think are private.

Mr. Yang was heard nodding frequently.

Beautiful, so beautiful. As expected of an old man, he sounds nice when he talks, even better than when he sings.

Yang Ruoqian's only excuse for talking nonsense is some long and difficult sentences, some meaningless nonsense... Ma Yuan is different, he can always elevate some apparently trivial things to a very high spiritual level.

The company is my child, the shareholders are my friends, and the employees are my brothers, so I have to add money, right?

To say so much, it is nothing more than that the company's potential is worth developing, and the subsequent profit margins are so huge. It is difficult for employees to be difficult for bosses, and the piece of cake in my hand is a piece of cake that many people are competing for...

But in fact, all I was thinking about was business.

This is because Yang Ruoqian is young, inexperienced, and has a good reputation, so he wants to take the opportunity to sell more money...

Unfortunately, the more he said these words, the more unhappy Yang Ruoqian felt.

At the beginning, Yang Ruoqian provided so many benefits to the employees of Kuaiguang Group and made the working environment so good in order to increase costs and reduce employee work efficiency.

But after working in such an environment for so long, even he himself was a little infected without knowing it.

After staying in a clean and fresh place for a long time, Yang Ruoqian felt a little uncomfortable when he suddenly returned to a dirty place.

Chang Zhiqing lowered her head and silently made various records on her mobile phone, while communicating with Yang Ruoqian on WeChat.

Every time Ma Yuan spoke a few words, the two of them adjusted their quotation strategies.

Seeing that the words were almost the same and the cake was almost the same, Ma Yuan finally said his quotation directly: "Mr. Yang, you can see that the situation of our company is almost like this. You also know the specific situation... I reluctantly give up, How about I give you a shocking price of 1.5 million?"

After saying that, Ma Yuan made a heartbroken expression, as if selling the company to Yang Ruoqian at this price was cutting off his flesh.

In response, Chang Zhiqing sent a message to Yang Ruoqian on WeChat:

"Why don't we buy this company? Ma Yuan is so insincere."

Yang Ruoqian sighed, put away his phone, and ignored Ma Yuan's words for the time being, saying, "In this case, you can bring a few songs produced by your company and play them."

When Ma Yuan heard this, his face suddenly showed an embarrassed look.

"This...Mr. Yang, this..."

"What?" Yang Ruoqian smiled, "I have to take a look at your company's products before making a decision, right?"

Ma Yuan had no choice but to nod his head and turned to tell Huang Wei: "Xiao Huang, bring the best headphones in the company and play two of our signature songs for Mr. Yang."

You can't even remember the name of your song... you're the boss, right?

Why do other people's hands-off shopkeepers lose money, while my own hands-off shopkeeper works hard to make money?

Making money is like a besieged city. Ma on the outside wants to get in, but Yang on the inside wants to get out?

Yang Ruoqian shook his head: "Just use your mobile phone to play it. I'm just a music lover, so I don't have so many requirements for equipment."

"Okay, I'll let you go." Huang Wei nodded.

Soon, a song with a ten-year-old style of singing and melody was played in the conference room.

To be honest, if you don't consider that it is a bit too "retro" style, it is actually pretty good.

But the problem is also huge, because Yang Ruoqian just checked the release date of this song, and it turned out to be nine years ago!

It’s not retro at all, it’s ancient enough in its own right.

Nine years ago, Spark Records had just become independent from Yuefu. It was at its peak and there were so many talented people in the company that it was reasonable for them to be able to come up with such songs that were in line with the trends of the time.

"Not bad..." After listening, Yang Ruoqian commented, "But it's a bit long ago. What about the ones within two years? Are there any? I want to see your recently released songs and evaluate your company's current music production capabilities. .”

Ma Yuan turned to look at Huang Wei and asked him to quickly find the best song to play.

But the problem is that Huang Wei also feels uncomfortable - almost every time he makes a song in the past few years, management has been criticizing him. The company's performance is getting worse and worse, and many capable old employees can't bear the harassment and have resigned.

Songs from the last two years?

Is it embarrassing to let it out...

But the big benefactor was sitting in front of him, and he couldn't be fooled. Huang Wei could only bite the bullet, find a song that was barely trashy from the pile of electronic waste, and play it on his mobile phone.

This is a rap song.

As soon as the prelude started playing, Huang Wei and Ma Yuan showed awkward expressions on their faces.

"I'm a mess at work, but I'll fish after get off work..."

"...No matter how many days I can take during the vacation, I feel it is too short."

"He went to work on the 8th and said he wasn't afraid of working again on the 9th..."

Yang Ruoqian and Chang Zhiqing, who were already prepared for how crappy the song was, couldn't help but be stunned after hearing the song.

What is this?

Huang Wei and Ma Yuan both had embarrassed looks on their faces, as if they had been criticized in public by the teacher after failing a test in school.

Songs are not paintings and works of art, and the right to judge is monopolized... Everyone has ears to know whether a song sounds good or not.

Before Yang Ruoqian could finish digesting this unpleasant prelude that hit his soul, the climax of the song came.

"I ALWAYS! Cramming!! Cramming!!!"

"This song! Cramming!! Cramming!!!"

"Cramming...cramming..."

Mr. Yang, who was still listening to the song, was so frightened by the voice shouting "Mai" that he almost sat up from his chair.

What the hell? !

Mr. Yang, who had not yet recovered from the garbage prelude, was immediately confused by the sudden repeated shouting of "Mai".

Let’s not comment on the quality of the music for now. Just the lyrics alone made Yang Ruoqian a little confused.

Isn't that too perfunctory?

For words like this, Mr. Yang himself would fill them in casually...

"KFC! Crazy Thursday! Crazy Thursday! Nuo Hand Dog! Go out with a sprint! Go out with a sprint!"

Who can't write?

Huang Weigan's toes were digging into the floor, and he wished he could just hit the pause button and stop polluting Mr. Yang's ears with this kind of garbage.

What if Mr. Yang senses internal injuries and becomes angry and stops acquiring the company?

Yang Ruoqian endured the shock, listened to the entire song, and quickly confirmed that no one should pay for this rap.

In fact, in the second half of the song, the lyrics and music are barely listenable.

But even if you can listen to it, from a musical point of view, it is very mediocre in all aspects. This is still the most successful song of Spark Records in the past two years...

Not to mention that the first half and climax of the song are so explosive.

The output of Spark Records is at this level, and it is indeed a great success to be able to maintain it and not close down until now. It has a solid foundation and is worthy of being from Yuefu.

The unpleasant tune echoed in his mind, and Yang Ruoqian couldn't help but hate the fact that iron cannot become steel.

Look at the employees of other companies, they just casually come up with a bad song and don’t need any encouragement at all.

Let’s look at the employees of the Kuaiguang Group. They make a lot of money by accidentally making a lot of money from "Dragon Son-in-law Protecting the Country" and live broadcasts. They always make Yang Ruoqian experience what cardiopulmonary arrest is.

Maybe this is creativity, this is imagination.

Sometimes, making something extremely messy requires enough creativity.

For example, if you ask Yang Ruoqian to think about this song, you would never have thought of it in ten years.

But the good thing is that Mr. Yang doesn't have this idea, but the employees of Spark Company do.

The professionals are right in front of you, waiting to be acquired...

This deal means everything has to be done.

Ma Yuan drank tea and secretly glanced at the expression on Yang Ruoqian's face. He found that "What the hell is this" written all over his face, and felt a chill in his heart.

When a distinguished guest arrives, I don’t serve delicacies from the mountains and seas. I should at least serve some home-cooked dishes, but instead I serve a table full of shit...

Ma Yuan himself wanted to smash his cell phone when he heard this. Mr. Yang could still maintain a superficial calm, which was already very self-restrained.

Alas, after listening to the song, the original purchase price of 1.5 million is probably completely gone.

However, he himself quoted a higher price. No fool would pay 1.5 million to buy such a broken company.

Let's see how much we can get in the end.

Ma Yuan stretched out his neck, waiting for Mr. Yang to chop himself hard.

Yang Ruoqian regained his composure for a moment, and said with a forced smile: "How can I say that the music produced by your company...well, there is indeed a lot of room for improvement, and it is very good."

very nice……

Ma Yuan felt a little moved when he heard Yang Ruoqian's comments.

Look, this is the demeanor of a big boss. Not only did he not flip the table and leave, he even said that the song was very good without conscience.

It's not unreasonable to succeed.

In fact, after Mr. Yang got over his initial sigh, he did feel that the song was pretty good. As long as Spark Company can steadily produce songs of this quality, losses are inevitable.

Huang Wei also saw that Yang Ruoqian was actually praising it with some reluctance, so he asked without thinking: "Mr. Yang, do you have any other opinions on this song?"

After finally getting through the execution stage, Ma Yuan, who hoped that things would turn around soon, gave Huang Wei an angry look.

They're giving you face, so why don't you just walk down the steps? !

You have to scold me, right? !

"It's okay, I just listen to music, and I can only tell the difference between good and bad. I don't know what to say specifically." Yang Ruoqian waved his hand.

To be honest, Yang Ruoqian actually has many opinions.

The most important point is, how did you come up with such bad lyrics?

If you just find a junior high school and grab a student from there to write lyrics, you won't be able to write such bad lyrics, right?

But thinking that he was his employee after all, Yang Ruoqian held back his somewhat straightforward words.

Huang Wei nodded immediately: "Okay, Mr. Yang."

When Ma Yuan saw the big benefactor giving him face like this, his emotions felt like he was on a roller coaster.

Let’s end the topic quickly and get to the acquisition part!

No more extraneous matters.

Whoever wants to take over this mess will be fine. As long as he, Ma Yuan, can take the money and run away, nothing will matter.

Yang Ruoqian greeted Chang Zhiqing on WeChat and indicated that she could bid.

In fact, from the perspective of system settlement, Yang Ruoqian should not bargain and directly agree to the bid of 1.5 million to better receive system subsidies at the end of the quarter.

The problem is that Yang Ruoqian doesn't like people like Ma Yuan very much and doesn't really want him to take advantage of him.

Yang Ruoqian saw Ma Yuan's name in the arrangement list of the unpleasant rap song just now.

As he said, the lyrics in the second half of the song are still okay... The first half is so bad, it probably has something to do with Ma Yuan.

Yang Ruoqian had also asked Lin Cao before that the salary level of Spark Company had dropped again and again in the past few years, and the treatment of employees was extremely bad.

It is obviously his responsibility, but in the end it is the employees who bear the consequences... It is too inappropriate.

No matter how difficult Yang Ruoqian's company was in his previous life, he never neglected his responsibilities to his employees. He was much more conscientious than Huohua Company.

Let this kind of person withdraw safely with 1.5 million, and he died suddenly in his previous life. Just thinking about it makes him a little psychologically unbalanced.

Therefore, Yang Ruoqian only said one sentence to Chang Zhiqing.

"Kick the price to death."