MTL - Reborn Girl’s New Life-Chapter 22 : Hiring Shao Xue

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Xue Tao did not really reveal a very happy appearance until the day when he met Song Yunying.

Instead, Song Yunxi looked at them with a smile on his face, and a blessed expression on his face.

For many years, it seems that every expression has turned into a mask.

The most commonly used mask is the smile on the face.

As the saying goes, reach out and not smile.

Many, many people are planted on smiling people.

At the end of the wedding, Chu Moyi wanted to send her home. She sternly refused: "Mr. Chu, I don't want to see you again next time."

"Then I went to see Song Yan personally and asked him to marry her little daughter."

After that, without waiting for Song Yunxiao to refuse, he decided to drive away.

The windy Porsche sports car went away.

Leave her angry at the roadside.

This man seems to like his own bad things.

She has no time to take care of what he wants to do. On the second day of Song Yunying's wedding, he plans to pay the money.

Unexpectedly, 80 million were scored in her account, and she was so happy that she could not laugh.

It can be seen from this that the child in Song Yunying’s arms is really Xue Tao’s.

Otherwise, I won’t call the money so quickly.

She has already seen a magazine that is about to close down. The magazine is called Zhao Magazine, and the magazines they mainly publish are the gossip information in the entertainment industry.

However, it is clear that there are countless magazines in the city about the entertainment industry.

As a result, Zhao Magazine entered a state of being unable to make ends meet.

She used the Saturday and Sunday to go to the editorial department, and the editorial staff were waiting for the company to close.

Therefore, when she entered the magazine as a young lady of the Song Group, the president greeted him with a humble knee.

When she was led into the office of the president of the magazine, she didn't even move the coffee in front of her. She just said what she wanted to do: "I am planning to buy your magazine when I come here."

The president had long wanted to throw out this unprofitable hot potato, so his face was full of smiles: "Miss Song was acquired in the name of the Song company?"

Her lips curled up and her eyes flashed through the mature coldness that did not meet this age: "The president should be clear, if I am to meet you in the name of the Song Group, it is not called acquisition, but called merger."

The president never imagined that the 18-year-old young lady would explain the meaning of a word with him.

"What does Miss Song mean?"

“I bought your magazine in my own name and you told me the price directly.”

The president is caught in thoughts.

If the magazine is acquired in the name of the Song company, if the price is higher, the Song company will not care.

And if the young lady bought the magazine in her own name, it would be impossible to raise the price too much.

After all, individual acquisitions will do their best.

If the price thrown by the magazine is too high and the profit prospects of the magazine are unclear, the other party will not accept it.

in this way……

"Miss Song, can you let me think a little bit?"

"I only give you three minutes."

Song Yunxiao sat in the chair opposite the president, his eyelids dropped slightly, and began to watch his mobile phone to time.

As the saying goes, there are many night dreams.

If the other party is undecided or is thinking about the other best of both worlds, what she is paying attention to is to intimidate the other party and let the other party make the quickest and seemingly most favorable decision in the short term.

"President, you know that your magazine is about to close down. If I don't put him in my hands now, your employees will probably go to find another way in the near future."

She did not look up at the president who was increasingly unable to sit still, but analyzed the actual situation of the magazine.

"I have heard that you have been in arrears with employees for two months. If this continues, people will be disheartened and someone will first resign."

"Miss Song."

The president couldn't help but interrupt her.

Song Yunxiao raised his eyelids, and his mouth was still hung with a soft smile: "Why, is the president thinking about it now?"

"If Miss Song can manage the magazine, I am willing to transfer the magazine to Miss Song at a low price of 10 million."

"Whether this will be too bad, after all, the magazine has a history of more than 20 years, and it is not easy to make it now."

At first, Zhao’s magazine was not developed because of magazines. He started from the morning newspaper.

Later, with the Yuncheng Morning News, the two competitions led Zhao to have to transform into a magazine.

The magazine line looks the same as the morning news, but the content is actually quite different.

The magazine is relatively simple for the crowd.

And the content of the editor is mostly fine and quality-oriented.

For example, beauty, dressing, styling, and occasional rumblings to catch the eye.

The veteran editors of Zhao's magazine are eager to discuss fashion with young editors, leading to magazine magazines failing to attract the attention of young people.

Therefore, the magazine is not as good as one year in a year, and finally it becomes a difficult appearance of this failure to close down.

The president is very familiar with the magazine's own situation, but begged Song Yunqi: "Please do not dismiss my staff."

"You can rest assured that the president will not only dismiss your employees, but will also help you make up for the two-month salary arrears."

In this way, employees will have a good impression of the new owner.

Employees have no opinion of the boss, and it is easier to get along with them in the future, and it is easier to lead them.

Although the president of Zhao’s magazine was unable to give up this magazine, he nodded and promised to give the magazine to Song Yunxiao under Song Yun’s proposal.

Before Song Yun’s departure, President Zhao’s hand reached out to shake her hand.

But I think she is a little daughter who is not married to the Song family. Maybe she is not used to the old man shaking hands with her, and she is embarrassed to retract her hand.

Song Yunxiao smiled slightly and reached out: "Mr. Song, this meeting is very enjoyable, I will come over to sign the contract tomorrow."

She took the initiative to reach out and was generous, and the smile on her face was natural and dignified.

The maturity and intellectuality revealed in her eyes made her whole person more beautiful and dazzling.

President Zhao’s stunned, only carefully reached out and shook hands with her.

Song Yunxiao gently grips his palm, and his strength is not light or heavy.

When the hand was retracted, the sharp edge of the fundus made her whole person brighter.

Before getting on the bus, she faced Shaw’s skyscraper office opposite, and she smiled slightly.

The quiet light in the eyes reflected the building, as if there were ripples from the vortex, pulling the building deep into the dark, hazy eyes.

Shaw.

The industry that I personally took power to expand is now dominated by a treacherous man who gets nothing.

Wait, I will take everything back and all of them back soon.

I care for the song, no one can take it away.

Even that person used to be my closest person.

The bottom of the eye reflected all of this, after a hasty, it was the second day of the full acquisition of Zhao magazine.

The editorial department of Zhao's magazine was renamed as the Star Magazine, and the editorial department did not expel the old man, but under her instigation, began to recruit new editors.

Nothing is idle, she personally went to the editorial office of the editorial office as an interviewer.

A woman with short, short hair was wearing a dark purple three-quarter sleeve sweater and slid into her eyes.

She raised her eyes slightly and saw her white face and black glutinous glutinous rice, and her lips pulled a gentle smile: "Please sit down."

The woman is not wearing a professional black and white suit like other candidates, but a simple three-quarter sleeve jacket with nine-point pants. A pair of flat-shoe casual shoes shows her casualness.

She suddenly felt that this young girl was somewhat similar to her when she was young.

"What is your name."

Even if she has her name on her resume, she still asks her before opening the details.

"Shao Xue."

"Your surname is Shao?"

Song Yunxiao is slightly surprised, she is very sensitive to this Shao word.

But if she has this word, she will pay more attention to it.

The woman nodded, her face was clean and beautiful, and her eyebrows were with a sense of alienation and sorrow.

She did not open her resume to give her a routine inquiry.

Instead, put the resume under his hand, put his hands together, straighten his waist, and ask her kindly: "I am going to interview the editor of the magazine today. Don't you think your dress is a little inappropriate?"

"I came to apply for data collection and editing."

Song Yunxiao smiled at her: "OK? This is not an ordinary job."

The data collection editor said that it is an expatriate paparazzi reporter.

And it is still going to go outside in the wind and rain.

Generally graduated college students may not voluntarily apply for this position.

This position is bitter. If you do not go out frequently, you will tan the delicate skin.

The accident in the field is not included in the middle.

“Do you usually work on shoes?”

“I feel that data collection often goes out and is not suitable for high heels.”

Song Yunxiao thinks this girl is very interesting.

You know, in the age of twenty, few girls can give up high heels and short skirts, and this girl not only does not have long hair, nor high heels and short skirts.

Seeing her meager makeup can also see that this girl is a very practical girl.

Such a girl may not be a fashion editor of a magazine, but she believes that there is a persistence and enthusiasm in her heart that no one else can match.

"I have already recorded your contact information. Go back and wait for my notice."

Shao Xue stood up, politely said, thank you and left.

Next to an old editor who acts as an interviewer, he will throw Shao Xue’s profile into the trash.

Song Yunxiao held her wrist in one hand and reminded her: "This girl can be used."

The 30-year-old editor looked at her sideways and was slamming into her deep eyes.

A strong sense of chill is reflected in her eyes.

Let the editor squat and put the resume back on the table.

Song Yunxi did not intend to continue to act as an interviewer here. He got up and left. A well-functioning old staff member sent her out: "Miss Song, don't you continue to check the interview situation of the new staff?"

"No, there is something in my family, let me go back this time."

I don't know, the old man who is seriously ill will have to tell him something.

Actually, when she went out early in the morning, she told me when she was going home.