242: C242 Tonight Belongs to Yue Ziquan

C242 Tonight Belongs to Yue Ziquan

"What did you say?"

Dong Jun suspected that something was wrong with his ears, so he continued to smile.

A security guard, who was still crying even after being fired, was now boasting shamelessly. He had the final say here, and there was no development for him to even joke around, was there?

The subordinate who berated Lao Wang did not have the demeanor of Director Dong who disdained arguing with a bumpkin. He immediately opened his mouth and scolded: "F * ck, who the hell are you? "How do you open your stinky mouth when you sneeze?"

In front of your grandmother, your mother, your sister, your sister, your niece, I'm Lao'er!

Speaking of scolding people, Lao Wang, who had been involved in more than three thousand fights in the countryside since he was young, could make Dong Jun and the others lose their cool when he was scolding them. However, the moment Wu Tie opened his mouth, he remembered that his current situation was completely different from before.

What kind of bullsh * t was being elegant?

It was easy for Lao Wang to do that. He smiled lightly: "I'll say it again, I have the final say in this factory."

"Deputy Director Wang, we're back."

As if it was arranged by the heavens, before Wang Defa could finish his words, a pickup truck stopped at the city gate. A few guys in work clothes jumped down from the truck and carried down a big sign.

Black and white, with one glance the obvious words, Nanfang Group.

"Be careful, don't mess around with the paint, or I'll deduct your salaries."

Lao Wang threw away the broom in his hand and ignored Dong Jun and the others. He quickly walked over to support the big sign and shouted, "Bring the electric drill over here!" He wanted to personally hang the ladder.

A tray of firecrackers and ceremonial cannons were also removed from the car and placed at the entrance.

Lao Wang repeatedly ordered, the auspicious hour had arrived. Quickly go and invite Worker Zhou from the research lab and Dean Fan from the workshop over. Everyone then lit their whips and witnessed this great moment together.

Looking at Lao Wang and the others, Dong Jun and the others were completely dumbfounded.

If it was only Lao Wang and the others, they would still suspect that this fellow was acting. Spending money to hire someone to hurry up and call him Director Wang. However, they had met Worker Zhou and Director Fan yesterday, so why were they all calling him Director Wang with smiles on their faces like they had not seen their father in 30 years?

Pa, pa pa, dong, dong!

No one cared about setting off firecrackers in the suburbs. For a time, firecrackers rang out in unison, ceremonies flew, and applause rang out. It was extremely lively.

Looking at Lao Wang and the others, then looking at the big brand, Dong Jun rubbed his eyes and confirmed that he was not mistaken. Just as he was about to confidently purchase the Sgore Knitting Factory, someone got it first.

That person was definitely not Wang Defa. Firstly, he did not have the ability and secondly, didn't he hear the big guy call him Deputy Director Wang?

Who is the boss?

Dong Jun grabbed Lao Zhou's arm, and when he asked this question, his eyes flashed with a sinister light.

Anyone who messed up Sister Xin's perfect plan would never have a good ending!

"Ah, Mr Dong, you're here too?"

As if he had just seen Dong Jun, Lao Zhou also had an indifferent smile on his face. Unexpectedly, he didn't take the initiative to shake hands with him, "Are you asking who our boss is? Hehe, I'm sorry, but it's a secret for now. This was instructed by our boss himself. "If you have something to say, then go and find Deputy Director Wang. He's the main person in charge."

"Hehe, forget it. "Let's go."

Dong Jun chuckled insincerely. Under the applause from hundreds of people welcoming the company's freshmen, he led his three subordinates out of the factory area and sped away.

Ding Ding. When Helan Xiaoxin walked out of the hotel bathroom, her phone rang. It was Dong Jun.

Yue Zitong's passionate voice echoed in the auditorium. Sister Xin went straight to the window at the end of the hallway before answering the phone, "You signed the contract so quickly? "Hehe, like I said, as long as it's cool, it will lower its price."

"Yes, I'm sorry, Sister Xin."

"Sorry?"

Helan Xiaoxin frowned. "You want to sell it? Or are you being stubborn? Can't you just lose that price? "

Dong Jun did not dare to hold Sister Xin's interest. He quickly said, "The factory has already been bought by someone. It was last night."

"Someone bought it last night?"

Helan Xiaoxin was very surprised. "Who is the buyer?"

"I don't know. I asked, but no one told me."

Dong Jun carefully said: "However, Wang Defa, who was once the head of the security team in Kaihuang Group, is now the person in charge of the factory and is known as Deputy Director Wang. The factory is no longer called Sgore Knitting Factory, but is called Nanfang Group. "

Nanfang Group?

Hehe, what bullsh * t Nanfang Group, daring to snatch benefits from my aunt, you are simply courting death!

Helan Xiaoxin was indeed a scheming b * tch. She quickly recovered from her anger and sneered. She then told Dong Jun to come back first.

As for that Captain Wang Defa, Sister Xin didn't need to care about him at all. As long as they could deal with the boss of Nanfang Group, they would be as good as dead.

The two-hour press conference had finally ended.

In the evening, at the start of the party, Director Yue was dressed in a black evening gown that revealed his shoulders. He was dazzling, attracting everyone's attention. Every frown and smile he made could captivate countless men.

Without anyone's permission, all the ladies, including Sister Xin and Min Rou, knew how to dress themselves. Only then would they be able to display their elegance as a green leaf.

Today, the whole world belonged to Yue Zitong.

It didn't belong to Lee Nanfang, because tonight was a turning point in his life.

Wearing a very straight black suit, White Shirt s, with a blue tie around their neck, and some cologne, it made people look like insurance salesmen. They could indeed scare a lot of people.

As soon as Lee Nanfang entered the Jindi Club realm, he saw a young man and woman in black and red uniforms, greeting him with a smile.

Lee Nanfang took out the ID card given by Li Zi with the pockmarks and said, "I'm looking for Brother Yuu."

Brother Yuu, the head of the Jindi Club, a big, bald man, with a yellow chain hanging around his neck that was thicker than a dog's. On the arms with sleeves rolled up, there was a fierce smile that could scare a three year old child to the point of crying.

Receiving the ID card and comparing it with Lee Nanfang, Brother Yuu asked, "You are Ye Shen, the one who was heavily introduced to be a male PR officer?"

"Yes, Brother Yuu. I am Ye Shen. "In the future, please take care of me."

Lee Nanfang said while nodding his head and bowing. He placed the entire Yellow Crane Tower's supreme being on Brother Yuu's desk and cursed in his heart. F * ck, you have to give gifts just to be a duck. What kind of world is this?

Actually, Chen Dalee didn't tell Lee Nanfang that when your friend went to Brother Yuu, he had to give him a gift. With his face, Chen Wudi was worth hundreds of thousands of yuan worth of Lafite red wine.

Lee Nanfang strongly doubted Chen Dalee's boasting. In order to make himself more comfortable in the club in the future, it was necessary to buy a good cigarette for Brother Yuu.

The truth proved that Chen Wudi's face was nothing compared to the Yellow Crane Tower's Martial Saint. Brother Yuu immediately smiled from the bottom of his heart, revealing a mouth full of gold teeth.

"Since you are being introduced, you are my brother. With me here, no one would dare to bully you. "

Brother Yuu patted Lee Nanfang's shoulder and said, "According to the rules, the new brother can only take charge of the third to sixth floor, and the salary is only around twenty thousand yuan. However, you are my brother and can directly be in charge of the guests on the sixth floor and above.

In all honesty, Brother Yuu had taken good care of Lee Nanfang for the sake of the Yellow Crane Tower's Martial Saint.

Just like how not all men could casually come to the club to do public relations, not all public relations people had the qualifications to accompany those rich women.1

The customers on the third to sixth floors, regardless of gender, were mostly white-collar city workers with a value of one million. They were mainly here for fun, drinking wine, singing, eating tofu, and giving 30 to 50% of the tip, which was already very good.

As for those above the sixth floor, they were the fixed members of the club. The higher the floor, the more distinguished the members.

Brother Yuu introduced, the most respected members of this clubhouse are purple-gold cards. Every time they come, they will be arranged at the top.

Next were the members of Diamond, Platinum, and Gold Cards, respectively, from the sixth to the eighth floor.

These members weren't just here to have fun. They were here for 'real' work. As long as they were served well, it wouldn't be strange for them to receive tips of three to five thousand or even tens of thousands.

It was said that last year, a high stage princess had made a certain big boss happy. She tore up a cheque for one hundred thousand yuan and stuffed it into her small mask.

Brother Yuu specifically took out an hour to train him urgently.

To do a job, even if it was digging up excrement, one would have to go through training, let alone public relations.

The club's rules stated that all new public relations students would have to undergo at least a month of training. A professional teacher would be teaching them how to become a red duck for several thousand tuition fees.

After the training was over, he would be able to get on duty. He would serve the ordinary consumers on the sixth floor and after the internship, he would have no salary. He would live on a tip and then, after three months, he would distribute specific floors according to his overall performance.

If you want to go to the sixth floor or above, it's usually below the sixth floor. If you don't do well, go to the waiters.

There were three reasons why Brother Yuu was so generous.

First, Chen Dalee's face.

Second, Lee Nanfang's Huang He Tower's Zhi Zun.

The first two reasons were both bullshit. The key was that there were too many customers tonight and there were not enough male colleagues. Brother Yuu, who was wholeheartedly thinking of his boss, was worrying about the lack of manpower. Lee Nanfang, who had a lot of potential as a duck, had appeared on Rainbow Clouds, so he decided to take a gamble and let him go directly to the sixth floor.

Sigh, if Qingshan City were to hold such a grand press conference every day, there would be no need to worry about our supply of customers.

"Alright, it's about time. Let's go, I'll take you to the sixth floor."

Brother Yuu, who was talking until his mouth was dry, pulled the cigarette into a drawer and drank a few mouthfuls from the teacup. Then, he stood up and led Lee Nanfang out of the security station.

Lee Nanfang asked, didn't you need to sign a labor contract?

Hanged fur's labor contract, Brother Yuu's words were like a contract. If I asked you to do it, you would do it. If I said that I wouldn't let you do it, even if I had a super big contract, do you still want money? Go outside and pick up the telephone pole.

Lee Nanfang was very satisfied with this rule. He followed behind Brother Yuu and walked out of the elevator on the sixth floor.

Just as he stepped out of the elevator, he heard a woman lecturing, "What kind of crappy club are you guys in? You don't even have a male PR partner who can drink with you!"

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