My singer girlfriend is super fierce.

When the young security guard was still doubting his life, Mr. Wang had already taken the elevator to the top floor, the 55th floor.

"Old Wang! Your son is here!"

"Is he at work?"

Mr. Wang shouted loudly and pushed open the door of the office.

As a result, in the huge office, a middle-aged man with a serious face sitting on a chair was listening to the reports of four or five executives in suits below.

Mr. Wang stopped and smiled awkwardly under the gaze of everyone.

Several executives who were interrupted didn't care. Someone smiled and greeted: "Mr. Wang is in a good mood today."

"What good things have happened? Share it with us."

Mr. Wang didn't respond and said directly: "You continue, I'll come later."

"No, sit down for a while." The middle-aged man stopped him, "It will be ready soon."

Mr. Wang shrugged and sat down on the sofa beside him.

Perhaps seeing that Young Master Wang was waiting, several executives quickly finished their work reports and smiled kindly at Young Master Wang, who was half lying on the sofa playing with his phone.

When the office door was closed, Young Master Wang curled his lips and removed the expression he had barely maintained on his face.

Young Master Wang knew clearly that those people were just trying to please Old Master Wang through him.

Although those executives were very friendly, they all thought that they were rich second-generations who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun, and they probably looked down on themselves in their hearts.

After the outsiders left, Old Wang - Wang Jianye's serious expression also eased, and he asked, "Why, you came here so early in the morning."

Old Wang was very majestic in front of his employees, but he had no temper when facing Young Master Wang.

Noticing the newspaper in Wang Cong's hand, Wang Jianye said casually, "You are still reading newspapers? Why didn't you have this habit before?"

Wang Cong immediately became excited and slapped several newspapers in his hand on Wang Jianye's desk.

"Dad, look! Look!"

Seeing Wang Cong's excitement, Wang Jianye picked up a newspaper in confusion, and was surprised to find that it was not an entertainment tabloid, but an official newspaper.

Soon, seeing the front-page headline of the page he turned to, Wang Jianye understood why Wang Cong was so excited.

"Let the cultural relics 'come alive'-Huayu, Yida and other well-known companies help protect and promote China's traditional cultural heritage."

In the huge bold title, the two words "Yida" are still very conspicuous.

Wang Jianye raised his eyebrows and picked up the second newspaper.

It is also a well-known newspaper with a large circulation. The title is similar to the first one, both with the two words "Yida".

"How about it!"

Wang Cong said proudly: "I said it! It's not a loss to grab the title sponsor of "National Treasure"!"

"Not only in the newspaper, but also on the news and hot searches! The online broadcast volume of this program has exceeded 30 million, and the effect is better than your advertising for a year!"

After reading several articles in a row, Wang Jianye's eyes became more and more surprised.

As a business tycoon, Wang Jianye has a strong ability to integrate information, and he quickly determined that Wang Cong was not exaggerating.

This time, "Yida" invested in the sponsorship of the program "National Treasure", not only did it not lose money, but it also made a lot of money from the advertising effect.

In fact, Wang Jianye was a little bit dissatisfied with Wang Cong's determination to grab the sponsorship rights.

After all, it seems to be a similar program type to "Poetry Conference", but it feels that the price is a bit high this time.

However, in the end, Wang Jianye did not object, but let Wang Cong do it.

On the one hand, Wang Cong seems to really want to do something, and it is a good thing to be motivated. On the other hand, it is a national TV station after all, and it can't lose much. At most, it is equivalent to returning the money earned from "Poetry Conference".

However, I didn't expect the result this time to be unexpectedly good.

Old Wang is a down-to-earth person who would not deliberately suppress his achievements. He praised: "You did a great job this time. This advertisement is very helpful to the company's image."

Wang Cong's face was delighted, and he felt as happy as if he had eaten a popsicle on a hot summer day.

In fact, although Young Master Wang is playful and has limited ability, he also has a heart that wants to make progress.

Especially using real achievements to slap the faces of those self-important executives who look down on his ability in their hearts, this is something Young Master Wang loves to do too much.

You sit in the office all day, and tens of millions or hundreds of millions of advertising fees are spent, but the effect is not as good as what I did once.

Wang Jianye pondered for a moment and continued: "You have done a good job in the past few things, and you are indeed much calmer."

"Why don't you come to work in the company? I will arrange a position for you as a department manager first, and then learn slowly."

Wang Jianye knew his son's ability and had no intention of letting Wang Cong take over the management.

For a company as large as Yida, Wang would hire a professional manager to manage it after retirement.Wang Cong should just collect the money peacefully, so as to avoid the situation of "one incompetent general exhausts the whole army". How much money can be spent on eating and drinking, as long as Wang Cong does not get carried away and make any investment.

However, Wang Cong's recent performance has made him look at him with new eyes.

Did he really misjudge before? Is his son's ability...really worth saving?

Wang Jianye's mind became active. After all, professional managers are outsiders. It would be great if he could train Wang Cong to be the helmsman.

Who knew that Young Master Wang would not appreciate it and shook his head again and again.

"No, no, no." Wang Cong said hurriedly, "Dad, I'm not interested in this. It's uncomfortable to make me report to work every day."

Wang Cong laughed and said, "I have more promising things to do."

"By the way, since you did a good job this time, it's not too much to ask for a reward, right?"

Wang Jianye was also very generous and asked directly, "Tell me, how much do you want?"

Wang Cong stretched out a finger without hesitation: "One thousand... Fifteen million!"

"So much?" Wang Jianye thought for a while and said, "Okay."

After a pause, Wang Jianye couldn't help but asked curiously, "What is the more promising thing you said?"

Wang Cong laughed, "Movie! This 15 million is the investment funds."

Wang Jianye was stunned, and said earnestly: "Son, you should be cautious about investing in movies."

"You know that our family owns a cinema chain? You can make money, but most of the time you lose money. It takes a lot of professionalism to make this kind of thing, and you must find the right people."

"Dad, I know this, don't worry." Wang Cong said confidently, "This film partner is very professional, it's Ye Zhiqiu! "National Treasure" was his idea."

Wang Cong continued: "Your son understands it now."

"I'm not awesome, but I can get awesome people to work with me. Ye Zhiqiu's project will definitely not lose money. If even he loses money, I'll accept it."

"Ye Zhiqiu?" Wang Jianye was stunned when he heard the name.

"Hua Yu...Yu Zhengdao's daughter's partner? The young man who sang at the National Day Gala."

"Yes! His girlfriend is Yu Caiwei." At this point, Wang Dashao complained in a low voice, "Damn, it's unfair. He's so handsome and still picks up girls."

Automatically ignoring Wang Cong's next sentence, Wang Jianye, who had just been a little persuasive, nodded decisively.

"Okay, then go ahead."

"By the way, Ye Zhiqiu is a talented young man. You should observe him carefully and learn from others."