Chapter 181 Believe it or not, he gave my son-in-law little shoes!

Author: A willow tree in the eternal blue sky

Chapter 181 Believe it or not, he gave my son-in-law little shoes!

July 16, 2003 16:30

"Principal Wang, Deputy Secretary Zheng, and school leaders, he feels that there is no point in talking about it tomorrow."

Qin Tianchuan, who tried hard to suppress his anger, picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He glanced at Wang Dechao, who was still insisting on the negotiation table despite feeling unwell, and continued,

"It's better... both of them are calm and calm, and he also knows that we can't make a hasty decision.

His conditions have been made, please, can we report to the competent authorities and they can discuss it in five days?"

Wang Dechao's face turned red, but he was cursing his mother in his heart.

Qin Tianchuan, who is in a dog moon, has no good intentions at all!

Does the transfer of Fudan University’s shareholding really require approval from the competent authorities?

But this is the structure that has been set before. What Fudan University needs to do at this time is the ‘record-filing’ approval of the transaction draft.

If Fudan University is asked to report, the underlying meaning behind his words is that Qin Tianchuan said that he would not play with them anymore and that he was going to lobby through high-level measures.

Wang Dechao looked at Qin Tianchuan with an apologetic look, "Thank you, Mr. Qin, for your understanding! It is true that they have serious differences, but we can go east to talk.

In this way, they also report the situation of Yidong to the relevant leaders. After all, they have no autonomy in many matters. Your terms of "partial transfer" are inconsistent with Fudan's previous restructuring framework. They also need to report to the leaders for a decision."

Otherwise, Wang Dechao was secretly thinking that it just so happened that he also needed time to report to the Ministry of Education and the state-owned assets department to change the planned plan for school-enterprise restructuring.

Rich people look down on them!

Believe it or not, when my son-in-law came in, he put on his little shoes!

…

July 16, 2003 18:07

"Teacher, Qin Tianchuan left Huating on a private plane more than half an hour ago. The destination is Yanjing and will arrive at 19:50."

Yang Zhiyuan arranged the chopsticks and spoons for Zhiliu while reporting the situation to him.

Zhiliu, who was wiping his face and legs with a warm towel, smiled lightly and said, "Hey, if he comes a step too late, he will hit a wall."

What should be arranged, he has already arranged.

After An left, he looked at the dishes on the table and lowered the corner of his mouth, "Should we eat braised pork in the cafeteria tomorrow?

At first glance, it looks like it was cooked in a small pot, or maybe it was arranged by me, Zhiyuan?

We agreed to eat it once a month, but we have already eaten it that month."

Zhiliu eats braised pork ruthlessly.

He said that people who have been hungry and those who have not been hungry have completely different feelings about braised pork.

Has Zhiliu ever been hungry?

It's been really tough.

In a certain era, the matter of starvation does not depend on my family background.

Therefore, this achievement is a qualification for Zhiliu to teach young people.

Yang Zhiyuan chuckled, "Then shouldn't we celebrate? He just arranged for the canteen to do it on his own initiative, so he hired the teacher."

Zhiliu pointed at him with an annoyed leg, "Tōji, no more!"

…

July 17, 2003 7:40

Jincheng is the most sweltering place in mid-July. The temperature in the early morning is not high, but it is enough to make people wake up dripping with sweat.

While people all over the country work from nine to five, the newspaper office's work and rest schedule is like that of college students, insisting on eight in the morning.

What's even more difficult in Bu Nao is that students have winter and summer vacations, but workers don't.

This is especially true for the job of a reporter. If you are more motivated, you can maintain a year-round rhythm.

Liu Juanjuan sighed at the door of the bus, tightened the bag on his shoulders, and rushed to the east without hesitation.

What comes oncoming is the hot and humid air after leaving the air conditioning range.

She really wanted to buy a car for transportation, even if it was a Hafei Lobo.

Can she work as a worker to make a living? She has a bad life and has no money to provide a car.

It is not a fantasy to get rich by working part-time.

Dragons and snakes have their own ways, and every industry has its own channels for making money.

For example, as a website editor, the main job required is to reprint articles from other media.

There are KPI-like assessments every day, and you have to complete a certain number of articles, like 100 or 200, before you can get the full performance salary.

But if he sends promotional articles for clients, which cost dozens of yuan per article, and he writes about 10 articles every day, his monthly salary will be much higher than his own salary.

Moreover, there is no personal income, and there is no need to pay taxes on private transactions.

Does the gray income of a media reporter also follow the content of his work?

For example, a certain company found a reporter privately and asked him to write a report for it, and when it was published, he was embarrassed.

Anyway, the job of a reporter is not to write articles.

In this way, reporters can quietly write a few "client articles" every month and earn a lot of money.

That is one of the sources of gray income.

Reporters who interview entrepreneurs, attend press conferences, travel with companies, or during holidays can receive cash red envelopes (ranging from 500-1,000 yuan) and gifts such as travel expenses.

For another example, as a copywriter writing articles for a company, one article costs about 1,000.

Yes, these are small amounts of income.

For journalists, unpublished manuscripts are the most valuable.

Even at the beginning of the century of low prices, such a manuscript could only start with six figures.

It is nothing more than allowing relevant companies to preview part of the content before publishing it.

Once the money is in place, it doesn't matter whether the manuscript is a manuscript or not. The content is "very immature" and needs polishing.

After a while, everyone becomes friends, and the resources for client submissions are available.

As a rookie reporter who had only been in the industry for two years, Liu Juanjuan had no regular business friends and naturally did not even have a small income.

I bought a bun and a glass of soy milk at the entrance of the bun shop in the alley behind the newspaper building. Liu Juanjuan stood on the roadside and bit into it fiercely.

There's no way around it, food with a strong smell like steamed buns is prohibited by the office.

But the best thing about Liu Juanjuan is that one bite, he can endure the boredom and still eat it at the door of the store.

Damn TOP Group!

Poor Song Ruhua!

She originally thought that last year the newspaper exposed TOP because the price had not been negotiated.

After Liu Juanjuan finished writing the manuscript, he opened the lowest price in the industry and confidently sent it to the personal mailbox of Dai Lihui, the number one person in the TOP Group, but nothing happened.

I can’t bear to pay 10W!

No wonder it was exposed by seniors before.

It took her several months to investigate.

In the end, it cost the newspaper more than 1,000 yuan in publication fees.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and the buns in her legs no longer smelled good.

Taking a deep sip of the soy milk, she planned to look through the company directory tomorrow to see which company would be more suitable for Dong Yi to focus her work on.

"Excuse me, are you Liu Juanjuan, the reporter of "21st Century Business Herald"?"

A man's deep and magnetic voice came to my ears. It was very nice and made people feel good.

Liu Juanjuan slowly tied up the broken hair around her ears, revealing her profile, then raised her head and smiled slightly,

"No, there is...ah!"

What she never expected was that what greeted her with a gentle smile was a heavy iron fist hitting her face.

Liu Juanjuan was stunned immediately. She didn't even feel any pain at first.

Are you so damn blind?

I'm such a flowery...well, Xiaojiabiyu, a weak woman, and I actually broke my leg?

She stared blankly at the man wearing a hood in front of her, with a look of disbelief on her face.

Then, she was surprised to see birds flying in the sky, and then she felt pain in her scalp.
To be continued...