Mu Qingyun was a little worried about money.
She now knows some movies and TV series that will be very popular, and some that leave a lot of regrets. If there is enough investment, there will definitely be better works. There are also many talents and projects waiting for her to pick up. All of these are need money.
Although Mu Qingyun is very wealthy in the eyes of outsiders, in the entertainment industry, currently, she is the youngest, most beautiful, most famous and most talented among all the film and television company bosses. She has been in the limelight recently and no one else has. Dare to skimp on its edge.
However, Mu Qingyun knew about her own affairs. Her Qingyun Entertainment account had just received another 200 million yuan from investing in "Civet", but it immediately lost more than half. For the movie "Civet", Qiao's Pictures was the major investor, while Qingyun Entertainment just drank a little bit of the soup.
"Hey, what a loss. "Civet" only made 200 million, which is too little."
Mu Qingyun sighed.
Shang Xin, who was serving two plates of braised prawns to Mu Qingyun next to him, suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth.
Back then, when Qingyun Entertainment was at its most prosperous, it only had less than 200 million in total, not even 100 million, and probably only over 20 million.
Mu Qingyun returned to the office and took out the account book in his mind for a long time.
In addition to paying salaries, benefits, and bonuses to the actors and staff, the company also uses it to invest in some projects that Mu Qingyun has long been optimistic about. Now there is another big moneymaker, "Life Research Institute."
The current vice president of this hospital is someone Lu Yi found. He will officially take over the hospital and become the president in about a month.
There is no way. The previous dean is 82 years old and must retire. We cannot squeeze others until they are 90 years old. How does this make sense?
In just a few days, the hospital raised the issue of funding several times in a roundabout way. It was obvious that the accounts were not particularly tight, but everyone in the hospital seemed to have a sense of crisis, fearing that the capital chain would be broken.
Mu Qingyun almost wanted to laugh. This was obviously a hospital, not real estate. Was he still afraid that she, the second shareholder, would run away with the money?
In other people's homes, there is no such thing as a powerful novel protagonist with a protagonist card like her, who is not sitting at home, money comes from the sky, and she can spend it as she wants. As long as she can't spend it, there is no reason to spend enough. If it were her, such a high-quality industry It's all in your hands, but you don't make any money. It's so miserable.
It's the New Year now, and Mu Qingyun also wants to give out New Year's gifts to everyone at Qingyun Entertainment.
It’s best if this New Year’s gift is something everyone likes and is very economical.
Mu Qingyun glanced at Qiao's side. Mr. Qiao gave the same annual gifts to his expedition team, staff, and employees in each branch. Shopping cards for Qiao's major supermarkets, eight thousand Eight hundred and eighty yuan.
"Tsk."
The shopping card for our own supermarket is said to be 8,880, but the actual cost is only two to three thousand.
Shopping in bulk, and many of them are industrial bases run by their own families. The purchase price is quite cheap and the quality is guaranteed.
Mu Qingyun considered the cost, but gave up copying Qiao's answers. He was thinking about celebrating the New Year, otherwise he would bleed. Mr. Mu suddenly appeared in the family group and gave a gift to each of the top ten candidates. A New Year's gift.
It's the old man's own wish, so he didn't divide them into three, six or nine grades according to the ranking order. The values are all about the same, but everyone is different.
What was given to Mu Qingyun was actually a gold card for 231 six-star super luxury hotels in the Ming Dynasty. With a gold card, you have the right to use thirty rooms in each hotel.
In other words, the thirty rooms in each hotel will provide all services to gold card holders. Compared with the original royal suites reserved by Qiao in the Imperial City, there is one less private butler service in terms of authority. All meals, items, and cultural tourism items provided by the hotel can be enjoyed, and there are also butlers responsible for hospitality.
Mu Qingyun changed hands and used the right to use the gold card as this year's employee annual gift.
During the New Year, she plans to let the company's artists and employees travel to various places to celebrate the New Year. For transportation, she will directly use the private jets of Mr. Qiao and some rich people in the group.
Fortunately for Mr. Qiao, his plane is convenient for him, a workaholic, and it is not big. However, there are a few wealthy people in the group. The private plane is renovated from a large civil aviation aircraft, and it can seat seventy or eighty people on a trip. Everyone can lie down and rest comfortably, and there is definitely enough space.
As for the rent, Mu Qingyun gave her a copy of her latest notebook this year in exchange. The boys all laughed so hard that they felt they had earned it.
Mr. Qiao still frowned, stared at Mu Qingyun and sighed several times.
If it were Mr. Qiao who took action, Miss Mu's latest research results on ruins, which had not yet been released, could be exchanged for resources that could not be represented by a number like money. .
There are many resources that are useless even if you have money. No one will sell them. If you ask for 100 million or 200 million and shout loudly, no one will sell them, and it is useless to shout.
The research results in Mu Qingyun's hands are really one of the resources that no one will sell.
"Forget it, the good news will not flow to outsiders."
In a blink of an eye, the Chinese New Year is approaching, and all employees and artists of Qingyun Entertainment are preparing for a holiday.
Mu Qingyun came to tell it in person, and before he even mentioned the New Year gift, the staff, especially the artists, sprayed water and were stunned.
Xiong Shengsheng was startled when he heard the word 'holiday'. He grabbed his boss's arm and groaned: "We are artists, Mr. Mu. Isn't it true that as the New Year approaches, there are more announcements to be made?"
If CCTV's Spring Festival Gala is not available during the Chinese New Year, satellite TV's Spring Festival Gala should also be on. There is not even a Spring Festival Gala, which shows that they have no face.
Nowadays, the few independent talents of Qingyun Entertainment are not like before. Not only Yang Xinyue, but also Su Ping, Xiong Shengsheng, Zhang Li, and Shang Xin are now well-known artists with millions of live fans.
"Boss, it's hard to come back after the flowering period. While we are still young, we should accept more dramas, more variety shows, show more faces, and become popular with the audience. In a few years, everyone will become a veteran gangster, and no one will watch it."
Xiong Shengsheng was worried.
Mu Qingyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What are you doing in a hurry? Why don't you go home during the New Year? As for age, we don't eat youth food. Su Ping is thirty this year, so be prepared and retire at the age of eighty."
"Our artists at Qingyun Entertainment, when they were young, they acted as young people. When they got older, they all treated me as old actors. Xinyue also takes good care of himself and strives to sing until he is seventy. There is still a long journey ahead. There’s no need to rush for time.”
A group of artists: "..."
Shangxin is running a live broadcast.
After hearing Mu Qingyun's heroic words, many netizens did not even dare to post a barrage.
