Who would still start a business seriously after being reborn?

Chapter 109 It’s great to see you again in another life.

There was still some confusion in Li Xiang's eyes.

Cheng Yi continued, "As long as you understand that they come here to work, they are not here to have a relationship with you. Their purpose is to make money, and our purpose is to make money too. As long as they can make more money here than they can elsewhere, and can buy a car, a house, and take care of the elderly and children, that's enough! The rest is all bullshit."

"I understand." Li Xiang nodded slowly.

"Well, on the road to entrepreneurship, the most taboo is to be soft-hearted. The best way for us to build relationships with workers is to pay them and not treat them unfairly. But rules are rules. As long as you don't play nice, you're halfway to success."

Seeing that Li Xiang probably understood, Cheng Yi rode his bike out of the factory.

However, there is a difference between roughly understanding and completely understanding. A moderate reminder will be enough. It is impossible for Li Xiang to fully understand what he said unless he suffers a few losses.

In an enterprise, the most taboo thing is to be a good person. It is much better to give money to employees every day with a stern face than to talk about feelings with employees with a white face. After all, everyone's quality is different. It is your blessing to meet people with high quality, but most people are the kind of people who shine with a little sunshine.

As long as he thinks he has become your friend, he will definitely cause trouble for you.

If you want to succeed these days, you have to be more ruthless than anyone else!
Goodness, leave it for success and then slowly recover it.

After returning to the Internet cafe, Cheng Yi first took down the banner advertisement of Honor Computer.

The network administrator recruitment banner at Momo Internet Cafe cannot be taken down for the time being, after all, they still need to continue screening.

The network administrator is the signature of the Internet cafe. The interview process must follow the principle of "better to have nothing than to have something unqualified" and "strive for excellence". A beautiful and lovely female network administrator can resolve many disputes in the Internet cafe, and can also keep customers in a happy mood to surf the Internet, and can also increase the income of the Internet cafe.

Imagine a bunny girl in a maid outfit walks up to you and politely asks, "Brother, do you want some instant noodles or soda?"

Just asking you, do you want it?

This recruitment made Cheng Yi intuitively feel the power of banner ads. He plans to introduce advertising fee standards as soon as possible. With this level of publicity, thirty thousand a week is not too much, right?
However, before launching the advertising space, he still needs to upgrade the appearance of the forum. Even if it cannot catch up with Xinlang Sohu, it should at least look presentable.

He used PS to create some border materials and began to decorate the borders of the forum.

After finishing the makeup, he counted the accounts for this period again.

Although it is said that you should trust your employees and don't employ them if you don't trust them, if the boss really becomes a hands-off boss, it is equivalent to forcing employees to embezzle.

In this world, no one can avoid corruption without supervision, not even a saint.

In just seven days, Momo Internet Cafe earned 470400 yuan, 99% of which came from membership card recharges.

In principle, this kind of income is considered bad income.

In the past life, many hair salons and restaurants died because of this kind of stored-value cards.

It seems that there is a lot of income, but if the funds in the card cannot be used up, once the number of new membership cards reaches the limit, the store's income will drop sharply over a long period of time. When it drops to a certain level, most stores will choose to run away with the money.

After the inventory is completed, the accounts will be sorted and reconciled one by one.

These bills are too messy. Every entry must be compared with the shipping order and the recharge data in the database. After just over ten minutes of reconciliation, Cheng Yi felt overwhelmed.

"Damn it, these accounts are too messy. When the other seven Internet cafes open, plus the group's funds are collected in the account, I just need to check the accounts and I will be able to make a fortune right away." Cheng Yi realized a very serious problem.

By then, I'm afraid Du Yusheng will quote a line from "Chu Shi Biao" in his diary: The boss died halfway through his business...

"No, I have to find my dear Lao Huang!" Cheng Yi felt his scalp tingling as he imagined the accounting problems in the future. He murmured, "Momo Internet Cafe without Lao Huang is like the West without Jerusalem."

But even if he has money now, how can he find Lao Huang?
That’s Zhonghai City, the most economically prosperous city in China, bar none!

The permanent population alone reached a staggering 18 million.

Looking for one person among 18 million people is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Cheng Yi thought for a while and called Zhao Gang.

"Brother Cheng, do you have any instructions?" Zhao Gang was in a good mood and laughed.

In recent days, Zhao Gang's status in Jingzhou Daily has risen rapidly. He has become the editor-in-chief of the Internet section of Jingzhou Morning Post. Even the department heads who used to order him around now affectionately call him Editor-in-Chief Zhao.

"Brother, do you have any familiar media organizations in Zhonghai City?" Cheng Yi asked.

"Yes, I have several college classmates there." Zhao Gang asked curiously, "Do you still have business in Zhonghai City?"

"No, I had something stolen. The person was from Zhonghai. I know his name and basic information."

Zhao Gang said in a deep voice: "Was the stolen item valuable?"

"It's my most precious thing." Cheng Yi sighed, "As long as I can find him, I will do anything!"

"The best-selling newspaper in Zhonghai City is Xinmin Evening News. My university class leader is the deputy editor-in-chief there. I'll call him now. Please send me the thief's information!" Zhao Gang said, "But the fee might be higher. I estimate 40,000 to 50,000 yuan for publication."

"Money is not a problem. Oh, and ask them to mark me as a Hong Kong businessman. That way I can get more exposure."

"Boy, you've really got the media figured out."

Cheng Yi hung up the phone, edited Huang Wenrong's information into a text message and sent it to Zhao Gang.

The next day at nightfall, at the entrance of the stadium on Tianjing Road in Zhonghai City.

A middle-aged man, his face weary, pushed a food cart along the bustling streets. He wore a shabby, old-fashioned Mao suit and a pair of cloth shoes with thick soles, looking out of place. His name was Huang Wenrong, and ten years ago, he had been a prominent figure in Zhonghai's financial world. Unfortunately, the world had changed, and now he was a criminal with a criminal record.

He really didn't like the word "criminal". It was too harsh and made him feel so inferior that he couldn't raise his head. But this word was like it was engraved on his face and could not be erased.

His identity as a criminal blocked all his employment opportunities. Even though he was making pancakes now, he could still occasionally hear people around him talking about him in secret.

There was no way around it. The institutions that managed the prisoners often came to visit him regardless of the occasion and time. In name, they were helping him integrate into society and prevent him from reoffending, but in reality, they were making his crimes known to everyone around him.

But for him, this was a well-deserved lesson. After all, no one forced him to commit a crime.

"Is it him?"

"Seems to be."

"I never thought he would steal things."

"As a criminal, it would be strange if he didn't steal things."

As soon as he pushed the food cart to the gate of the community, Huang Wenrong heard discussions around him. Although he was used to this kind of criticism, he still became furious when he heard the word "stealing". He shouted, "What nonsense are you talking about? When did I steal anything?"

"It's all in the newspaper, and you still refuse to admit it." A young man picked up a newspaper and read: "A priceless treasure belonging to a Hong Kong merchant surnamed Cheng was stolen in Zhonghai City. A reward of 42 yuan is being offered for information leading to the theft of the thief: Huang Wenrong, a -year-old man who runs a pancake business..."

"I didn't steal anything!" Huang Wenrong said angrily, "I committed an economic crime, not theft!"

"They're all crimes, all the same." The young man said with a playful smile, "I've already reported it. I've been rewarded for reporting, and I'll get 3,000 yuan. Just wait for the police to come to your door tomorrow."

Huang Wenrong was only slightly angry, then he sighed secretly and calmed down. He knew very well that all his explanations were very pale and powerless.

Because he is a criminal.

Even if he is splashed with the dirtiest water, he doesn't need to explain, because in the eyes of many people, he is dirtier than the water.

Huang Wenrong lowered his head and pushed the food cart back to his rental house step by step.

His rental house was a storage room, only four or five square meters, barely big enough to fit a bed, a table, and a dining cart.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he picked up a photo frame with his hands trembling slightly.

In the photo frame is a picture of a little girl of two or three years old. She is wearing a blue floral cotton jacket and a handmade woolen hat with a pink ball of wool on the top. She has a very sweet smile.

Huang Wenrong stroked the little girl in the photo, recalling the grievances he had suffered more than a year after being released from prison, and couldn't help sobbing softly.

Over the past year, no matter how much he was criticized or blamed, he just wanted to earn enough money to find his missing daughter.

His daughter was only three years old when he was imprisoned.

In the first year of his imprisonment, his wife sent their daughter to her parents in her hometown and chose to commit suicide by taking poison.

In the second and third years of his imprisonment, his parents died of grief one after another, and his daughter, who was sent to an orphanage, escaped from the orphanage and disappeared in the same year.

In the past ten years, it seemed as if all the malice in the world had been mercilessly poured upon him.

Just as Huang Wenrong burst into tears, Cheng Yi, who was far away in Jingzhou City, also got the news of Huang Wenrong. He did not dare to delay and immediately took Zhang Lingyu and Zhao Gang and flew to Zhonghai City overnight.

At five o'clock in the morning of the next day, Huang Wenrong got up early, washed away the dried tears, and began to make the ingredients needed for pancakes. After finishing, he pushed the food cart out of the community.

"Mr. Cheng, it's him, he is Huang Wenrong." As soon as he walked out of the community gate, Huang Wenrong saw three or four people running towards him quickly.

The person leading the way was the young man from last night. He pointed at Huang Wenrong excitedly and shouted while running in front.

Behind the young man, followed closely another young man, who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old. He looked very energetic, and his deep eyes seemed to contain the vast galaxy.

The young man was followed by a man and a woman, who seemed to be his followers.

Huang Wenrong stopped the dining car and looked directly at the young man called Mr. Cheng with a pleading look in his eyes. He said, "I really didn't steal your things."

"No, you stole it." Cheng Yi looked at Huang Wenrong, his eyes full of excitement.

This 50,000 yuan was not wasted! Huang Wenrong was finally found!!!
"Then, then tell me, what did I steal from you?"

"You stole my heart, hahaha." Cheng Yi ran up and gave Huang Wenrong a big hug.

At this moment, Huang Wenrong's mind was blank. He didn't even know what was happening. His two hands covered in paste were hanging in the air, not knowing what to do.

"Old Huang, it's great to see you again after this life." Cheng Yi said in his heart.

"Is this young man's brain broken?" Huang Wenrong thought to himself.

　Here comes the third update! Under the premise of ensuring quality, we will update 10,000 words every day! The other day, a friend said that the competition was too long and a bit boring. Let me explain it briefly. The competition is actually a strong main plot in the early stages of entrepreneurship. It can also be understood as the hatred plot in other novels. This plot line serves to tie the plot together. With it, all the developments will not be messy. Without it, the protagonist will be like bumping around here and there, running a clothing store, then a computer company, and the whole plot will become messy.

　　I almost glossed over the plot of the competition, never describing the process of the competition, nor using the competition to write a story. Even if the main line of the competition is deducted, the protagonist still has to do these things. Once the protagonist has laid the foundation, this line ends, and then we enter the next chapter, the university chapter.

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