The end of the year is approaching, and the company is paying out dividends and year-end bonuses.
Zhong Yu received 80 million in shareholder dividends, in addition to a year-end bonus of 5 million for the chairman and a year-end bonus of 2 million for the e-sports player position.
This year's company's financial annual report is very beautiful, with net profits exceeding 400 million. Many large companies with revenue exceeding 10 billion may not have such high net profits.
As for Qingyuan Group, Zhong Yu did not receive any dividends.
Although Qingyuan Group has made a lot of money this year and its market value has skyrocketed, Qingyuan Group has to leave a large amount of funds to invest in new high-tech companies.
Therefore, Zhong Yu only received the year-end bonus for the vice chairman position, which was one million.
He just took a temporary job, and the one million he got was for nothing.
This year, Zhong Yu has been a little fat.
Two nights before New Year's Eve, Zhong Yu and Su Qingyu moved into the Su family villa complex.
Late at night, after Zhong Yu and Su Qingyu took turns taking a bath, they were faced with the problem of sleeping again.
"Sleep alone." Su Qingyu took the initiative.
Zhong Yu couldn't help but be startled, thinking that he heard wrongly, and then he couldn't help being pleasantly surprised.
He stepped forward and hugged Su Qingyu, who was only wearing a thin nightdress, then lowered his head and kissed her.
Su Qingyu did not refuse and responded to Zhong Yu.
After a passionate kiss, Su Qingyu left Zhong Yu's arms, her pretty face red and her breath uneven: "Wait, I have something else to say."
"You said it." Zhong Yu smiled.
Su Qingyu fell silent instead and didn't speak for a while.
"What's wrong?" Zhong Yu's smile sank slightly.
Su Qingyu said: "I don't think you understand what it means to sleep alone."
"I probably understand." Zhong Yu said a little depressed.
Su Qingyu stepped forward, hugged Zhong Yu gently, and said apologetically: "I'm not completely ready yet."
"Understood." Zhong Yu smiled reluctantly.
After a pause, he said: "I'd better sleep on the floor."
Su Qingyu: "Are you angry?"
"No." Zhong Yu shook his head, "I'm not Liu Xiahui. I can't share the same bed without being messy."
"I'm sorry." Su Qingyu said sadly.
Zhong Yu said: "The heating is on, the wooden floor is not cold, and there is a blanket for cushioning. I am strong and can sleep for a few nights. We don't have to take turns sleeping in the bed."
Seven or eight minutes later, the lights went out and the room fell into darkness.
Su Qingyu slept on the bed, and Zhong Yu slept on the wooden floor.
Su Qingyu did not close her eyes immediately, but her beautiful eyes were focused on the ceiling.
It's not that she doesn't want to give it to Zhong Yu, but she has a knot in her heart.
She and Zhong Yu had a fake marriage. Since it was a fake marriage, what does it mean to have sex during the fake marriage?
She longs for her love and marriage with Zhong Yu to be perfect, without regrettable flaws.
When the fake marriage agreement expires, she will divorce Zhong Yu and then get married for real.
She hoped Zhong Yu could understand her painstaking efforts.
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The next morning, there was still one day before New Year's Eve, and Su Qingyu still had to go to work at Qingyuan Group.
Without Su Qingyu, Zhong Yu felt uncomfortable staying in the Su family villa, so he followed Su Qingyu and left the Su family villa.
On the way, when Zhong Yu asked to stop, Su Qingyu said, "I'll take you to the Yuteng E-sports Club."
"No, it will delay your work time." Zhong Yu shook his head and said, "It's the same thing if I take a taxi."
Su Qingyu insisted: "No delay, there is nothing to deal with today, and it will be the same if I arrive at the company later."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work, my dear wife."
After arriving at Yuteng E-Sports Club, Zhong Yu actually had nothing to do. He was used to being the hands-off shopkeeper, let alone this time.
At least half of the employees in the company have taken leave in advance to go home for the New Year.
There was no one in the seventh-floor club. When the filming of "This Shooter Is Cold" started, the team members basically moved to a hotel near the set to facilitate filming.
I walked around the company and listened to Xu Qingcheng's work report in the office for a while.
About thirty or forty minutes later, Zhong Yu's cell phone suddenly rang.
"Mr. Xu, that's it for the work report. I have to answer the phone. If anything happens, we'll talk about it next year." Zhong Yu made an excuse while picking up the phone.
Xu Qingcheng had no choice but to give up: "Okay."
He got up and left Zhong Yu's office.
She has some ideas for the company's development in the coming year, and hopes Zhong Yu can take advantage of the free time during the Spring Festival to consider them carefully.
However, Zhong Yu seemed to want to have a pure year.
After Xu Qingcheng left and closed the door, Zhong Yu answered the phone and laughed, "Sister Rong."
"Brother Yu, are you free tonight? Let's have dinner together. I'm going back to the capital tomorrow to celebrate the New Year." Shangguan Zhuorong said directly.
Zhong Yu: "There must be."
"Okay, hang up now. I'm a little busy right now. Let's talk when we meet in the evening." Shangguan Zhuorong finished speaking hurriedly and hung up the phone.
Zhong Yu was stunned for a while, and then burst out laughing.
Seven or eight minutes later, Zhong Yu drove his Maybach to leave the company and go to his home, Blue Diamond Villa.
When he arrived at his deserted home and climbed to the second floor, he suddenly saw a man with a stilted hair sitting on the sofa in the living room, his head lowered and smoking. He was startled.
"Who are you?" he shouted subconsciously.
The man with a square hair slowly sat up straight and raised a resolute face: "Your house is too deserted."
