Author: Nongxue Tianzi

Mu Qingyun was a little worried about money.

She now knows some movies and TV series that will be very popular, as well as some that leave a lot of regrets. If there is enough investment, they 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 about 200 million from the investment in "Civet", but it immediately lost more than half. The movie "Civet" was owned by Qiao's Pictures

Qingyun Entertainment was the one who invested the most, and they just drank the soup and invested a little bit.

"Hey, what a loss. "Civet" only made 200 million, which is too little."

Mu Qingyun sighed.

Shang Xin, who was delivering 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, the total amount was less than 200 million, not even 100 million, and probably only over 20 million.

Mu Qingyun returned to the office and took out the account books in his mind for a long time.

In addition to paying salaries, benefits, and bonuses to the actors and staff, it is also used 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 clear that the accounts were not particularly tight, but everyone in the hospital seemed to have a sense of crisis, fearing that the funding 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 novels, any of the heroic protagonists with protagonist cards like her are sitting at home, money comes from the sky, and they can spend it whenever they want. There is no reason to spend enough only if they can't spend it. If it were her, she would be of such high quality.

The property has fallen into our hands, but we are not making any money. It’s so miserable.

It's the Chinese New Year now, and Mu Qingyun also wants to give out New Year's gifts to everyone at Qingyun Entertainment.

It is best for this New Year gift to be something that 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 roughly only 2,000 to 3,000.

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, when Mr. Mu suddenly appeared in the family group and gave a gift to each of the top ten candidates.

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. They are all of similar value, 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 30 rooms in each hotel will provide all services to gold card holders. Compared with the royal suites reserved by Qiao in the Imperial City, there is only 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 dedicated to entertaining you.

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 as a workaholic. It is not big, but 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 archaeology, which have not yet been released, and he could operate this thing well, the resources he could exchange for it would not be represented by a number like money.

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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 there is no point in shouting.

The research results in Mu Qingyun's hands are really one of the resources that no one will sell.

"Forget it, the good news won't 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 to take a holiday.

Mu Qingyun came over in person to say it. 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. Don't we have more notices to catch up with as the New Year approaches?"

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 are thriving, Xiong Shengsheng, Zhang Li, and Shang Xin are now well-known artists with millions of active fans.

"Boss, it's hard to come back during the flowering period. While we are still young, we should accept more dramas, accept 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 us."

Xiong Shengsheng was worried.

Mu Qingyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What are you doing in a hurry? How can you not go home during the New Year? As for age, we don't eat youth. 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 veteran 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: "..."

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