Special troubles of rebirth

In the afternoon, Song Qiuyun took advantage of the lunch break to enter Wang Yu's office and reported on the meeting held by Guoke Ticketing Online that she attended in the morning.

From the whole article, there is one core point: user growth cannot increase because competitors are coming!

Wang Yu pondered for a moment, and then asked: "How strong is the online subsidy for Guoke Ticketing now?"

“It’s usually 10-20% on weekdays, and can reach 30% on holidays.”

Song Qiuyun replied to Wang Yu, attending the meeting today, some of the top executives of Guoke Ticketing Online also proposed increasing subsidies, but this directly affects revenue and profits. Without the consent of Chairman Wang Yu, who would dare to make this decision? ?

“If there weren’t management members who dared to make this suggestion at the meeting, I would have thought that those executives at Guoke Ticketing Online would be a vegetarian!”

The expression on Wang Yu's face was no longer so serious. After thinking about it, he wrote in the blank space of the meeting minutes: "You might as well be bolder and set the subsidy policy directly to 50%. To attract users, you must give them the biggest discount. If you want If you want to make up for it, go talk to the cinema. If you negotiate a 10% or 20% discount, won’t you be able to get it all back?”

Then he signed his name after this sentence and handed the meeting minutes to Song Qiuyun: "Circuit the P11 and above executives throughout the group. This is an Internet company, and everyone thinks about moderation."

Song Qiuyun took the folder and turned to leave.

"Wait a moment!"

Wang Yu called out to Song Qiuyun, and then looked at her with puzzled eyes for a long time.

"boss?"

"Director Qin saw you that day!"

After waving his hand, Wang Yu stood up and walked to the back, ready to take a lunch break.

Song Qiuyun's face suddenly turned crimson, and then he began to feel hot all over. He stood there at a loss and watched Wang Yu's back disappear into the corner.

This sentence just now almost brought Song Qiuyun close to social death.

If there is no solution today, how will we face the boss and Director Qin in the future?

Biting her lower lip, Song Qiuyun put down the folder and quickly chased Wang Yu.

Several floors in the middle of the Guoke Building were made into hotel-style rooms, all with small suites, specially used as dormitories for some of the company's technical positions and middle-level cadres. As Wang Yu's assistant, Song Qiuyun was naturally assigned a suite.

When it was time to get off work, Song Qiuyun used the excuse that he still had to work on some work and had to be busy for another half hour, so he missed the time when he, Shang Wanzhen and several other new employees got off work.

When everyone was gone, she sat in her seat for another ten minutes before limping to the elevator and going downstairs.

Back in his room, Song Qiuyun threw himself on his bed and buried his face under the pillow.

All the previous scenes were in my mind, and all kinds of emotions arose for a while, including relief, excitement, and confusion.

Wang Yu, the source of Song Qiuyun's troubles, had already gone home at this time. After dinner, Dai Rong talked about returning home for the New Year.

"Wang Yu, when will you take a break?"

"I'm going to Little New Year's Eve, where are you?"

"Normally it will be open until the morning of New Year's Eve, but I want to go back early. Anyway, I have hired a manager who can look after it for me!"

Dai Rong said with a smile: "Mom called and told me to make dumplings the day before New Year's Eve. I want to go back on that day!"

"Okay, you go back early!"

Wang Yu thought for a while and then said: "Let's go to Sanya to celebrate the New Year next year. Both families will go there. The more people there, the more lively it will be!"

"Do you want to do this this year?"

"I originally thought about it, but there is something going on in my hometown, and I have to be at home during the Chinese New Year, so I decided to make it next year!"

Dai Rong nodded, then looked at Misha aside: "Have you ever gone home or are you going to Yang City with me?"

When asked about this, both the big and small pairs pricked up their ears.

Xiaoshuang's first phase of training is over, and now she is back with Wang Yu.

"This year, I will go back to my home to celebrate the New Year. If I go to Sanya to celebrate the New Year next year, can I go with you?"

Dai Rong thought for a while and then nodded and said: "That's fine. Yangshi's hometown is in the countryside. It's quite troublesome for Wang Yu's seventh and eighth aunts to be here during the Chinese New Year. Then let's go together to Sanya for the Chinese New Year next year!"

Misha smiled and nodded in agreement. What else could he be dissatisfied with?

"Next year, you two should go to Hainan with me. I don't feel safe without you by my side!"

Dai Rong thought of what he had encountered while skiing in the north. The two girls had to forcefully take down five strong men in five or six minutes. They had real skills in their hands.

The big and small pairs also nodded immediately, and then looked at each other, especially the small pair, their eyes narrowed in happiness.

"By the way, I received a wedding invitation today. It's from Sister Wen. The wedding is scheduled for February 2th."

"My sister mentioned it, but the official date hadn't been decided at that time. I guess February 2 was also decided in these two days. Tsk, I guess it was Qian Jiayuan's intention to have a Western Valentine's Day every year after we get married. Saved!"

"Hehe, yes, the wedding anniversary and Valentine's Day are celebrated on the same day, so I really save one!"

Dai Rong smiled and made economical gestures, then suddenly changed the subject and asked, "Wei Yutong will also go, right?"

"Well, they are college classmates in the same dormitory. They have been best friends for more than ten years, so they will definitely go."

"Do you think Sister Wen will put us at the same table?"

Wang Yu looked up and saw that Misha and Xiaoshuang had put down their bowls and chopsticks and left first.

"How about I talk to Sister Wen?"

Wang Yu was still steady: "My sister should also be at that table."

"I'm kidding you, they must be with their college classmates, we can only be assigned to the friends' table.

Dai Rong squinted her eyes and smiled: "The man is hosting a banquet, and he doesn't know the twists and turns involved."

"Well, you're right!"

Wang Yu put down the bowl and chopsticks: "Let's take a walk together after eating, and come back and rest early!"

Dai Rong's shoulders shook momentarily, and then she looked at Wang Yu with pitiful eyes: "Husband, I"

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Wang Yu pretended not to know: "What's wrong? My relatives didn't come on time?"

Dai Rong pouted and trembled: "Husband, I don't dare anymore!"

"You really don't need to go to bed early?"

"It's really not necessary. I agreed before you came back that you and Misha would sleep together tonight."

Just as he said that, he saw the dangerous look in Wang Yu's eyes and immediately reacted: "I didn't mean to drag Misha to resist. It was because you didn't come back last night and I was afraid of sleeping alone, so I slept with Misha." Together!"

Wang Yu was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that Dai Rong had a timid habit. In her previous life, she had to be accompanied by Wang Yu when she wanted to go to the bathroom at night, and she didn't dare to go alone.

He touched Dai Rong's head and said, "Eat quickly. After we finish eating, we will go to the supermarket and buy some of the things we need to buy when we go back for the New Year."

Dai Rong was no longer afraid when he heard this. He immediately put down the bowl and chopsticks, stood up and took Wang Yu's arm: "What time do we set off, now? Do you want to drive two cars?"

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Dai Rong's petty thoughts have been showing signs of rearing their head recently, so after returning home from shopping, even if she united with Misha, she could not escape Wang Yu's "suppression", resulting in no one being seen during breakfast the next morning.