Conscientious enterprises: all went bankrupt and donated money to the disaster area

At this moment, Qiao Mingjun seemed to have forgotten that Su Mu, the person involved, was still at a loss.

Even Qiao Mingxue, in Su Mu's impression, was just a female reporter against him.

"This guy is young, but he is a bit upright like our soldiers." Zhang Haikuan also praised from the side: "Faced with a profit of more than one billion yuan, he was able to refuse without hesitation.

If it were me, I would definitely not be able to do it. "

"Extraordinary people do extraordinary things." Qiao Mingjun praised: "Before I came, I had already investigated Su Mu."

"What was the result of your investigation?"

"To be honest, this kid Su Mu is even better than what the data shows." Qiao Mingjun affirmed, "Although he is only in his 20s, he has a maturity and stability far beyond this age.

No matter how you behave or do things, you have your own principles, and you are quite a gentleman.

Take this temptation as an example. Faced with the temptation of such a large profit, the first thing he considers is not how much profit he can get from this business.

But if you do it yourself, what kind of harm will it cause.

If it is not beneficial to others, no matter how big the profit is, it will not be moved.

This kind of youth is what our Dragon Country youth should look like!

After we go back, let our procurement department place an official order with Red Elephant. "

"Yes!" Zhang Haikuan nodded in response.

Instant noodles cannot be used as instant food for military use, but it does not mean that the army cannot purchase instant noodles.

For example, in some environments such as anti-earthquake disaster relief, in a non-combat state, or during regular training such as field training, this low-calorie instant noodles will also be used.

There is no other reason, because the taste of instant noodles is really dozens of times better than compressed biscuits.

Soldiers must have the spirit of enduring hardships, but this spirit needs to be used in a specific environment.

Instead of living the life of an ascetic monk every day.

Therefore, the logistics department of the army will also purchase a certain amount of instant noodles as logistics supplies for the soldiers to eat.

There are no strict regulations on instant noodles as logistics supplies, and troops will not switch to military packaging, and can directly purchase civilian versions.

After the military vehicle left the gate of Hongxiang Food, Qiao Mingjun took out his satellite phone, made a call, and ordered, "The next thing is left to you."

By the window, looking at the military vehicles driving away, Su Mu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Nima!

These few days, the capital chain has reached the verge of breaking, and in a few days, Hongxiang Foods will be unable to turn around.

At this time, if you give me a sigh of relief, it will be all over.

Fortunately, I found an excuse to fool you away.

Otherwise, the profit of more than one billion can continue to breathe.

Once this tone continues, I don't know how many brain cells I will waste.

but. ． ． ． ． ．

Damn!The order price of this army is too good to make money, right?

A 15 billion order, the net profit can reach a terrifying 12 billion!

It's a pity that if the 12 billion is converted into profit, it will be 12!

Compared with the 3 million funds obtained by Hongxiang Foods after its bankruptcy, it is nothing worth mentioning.

At this moment, Qiao Mingjun probably never dreamed that Su Mu, who had principles, bottom line, military spirit and strength of character, would be such a person.

The righteous and awe-inspiring words in his mouth are just excuses he found at random.

His real purpose is simply to want Hongxiang Foods to go bankrupt.

It has nothing to do with conscience, bottom line, and strength of character.

It has nothing to do with exercising the will of soldiers and protecting national security.

If it weren't for the fact that Red Elephant Foods could get more from bankruptcy, this kid might have done something out of the ordinary.

After all, Su Mu is not a saint.

He's just an ordinary person who can't be more vulgar.

In the face of huge profits, ordinary people can't guarantee whether they will sell their souls.

Su Mu is no exception.

The reason why saints are saints is because they can do things that ordinary people cannot.

And Su Mu. ． ． ． ． ．Essentially a layman.

Since you are a layman, why bother to criticize yourself?

Kyoto, in a dark room.

"Brother Long, come to live."

A younger brother hurried over and said excitedly.

"What work?" Yanlong stood up slowly and asked.

"I don't know, Boss Cao wants to tell you in person." The younger brother handed the phone to Yanlong, and then retreated out with interest.

After the younger brother left, Yanlong immediately changed his smiling face, picked up the phone, and respectfully said to the other end of the phone: "Boss Cao, if there is any way to get rich, take me with you."

"I do have a big order here, are you interested?"

"Thank you, Boss, for taking care of me." Yan Long replied with a smile, "If there is anything, please tell me."

"I heard that you have a lot of brushes under your command?"

"There are hundreds of them, and most of them have been cooperating for 2-3 years. They are very reliable." Yanlong asked in a low voice: "Boss Cao, why are you asking this?"

"I need you to find some reliable brushes." Boss Cao ordered directly: "I've prepared the copywriting for you. Every time you brush a corresponding copy on Kuaiyin, Zhalang, Xiaolanshu, Xiaopozhan, bbs, etc. Copywriter, I'll give you a dollar.

How much you give them is up to you. "

"Is there an upper limit?" Yan Long was slightly disappointed.

This kind of list is divided into the hands of the brush, usually one is fifty cents.

In other words, he can earn fifty cents for every brush he uses.

A mature brush can brush about 800-1000 brushes per day.

That is 400 to 500 yuan.

With a few hundred brushes, 50 brushes can be painted a day.

In addition to Brush's 25 remuneration, he can still earn 25!

However, the size of this kind of list is usually not too large, and it is for this reason that Yanlong feels a little disappointed after hearing what Boss Cao said.

Chapter 62

"Within a week, there is no upper limit!" Boss Cao's deep voice came again: "Aaron, how much you can earn depends entirely on your ability.

Don't say brother didn't give you a chance. "

"Boss Cao, brother Cao, from now on you will be my brother." Yan Long heard that there would be no upper limit within a week, and immediately said incoherently excitedly: "From now on, as long as Boss Cao says a word, brothers will go up the sword mountain and down the frying pan! "

"Let's talk about the future." Boss Cao directly ordered: "I sent you the relevant copy through the old channel.

The 100 million will call your account first, and I will call you when it runs out.

This matter must be done for me. "

"Don't worry." Yanlong patted his chest and assured, "I will definitely handle this matter for you clearly."

After hanging up the phone, Yanlong logged into his dark web mailbox, and there was indeed an extra copy in it.

At the same time, there is an additional 100 million dragon coins on the darknet account.

Yanlong opened the copywriting and glanced at it. There are hundreds of copywritings in total, all of which are black and red elephant food.

Red Elephant Foods, Yanlong has recently received a lot of news about him.

fame.

As the saying goes, if you hit the top bird with a gun, if you become famous, you will definitely touch the interests of others.

No, someone is going to punish you.

As an old man in the brush industry, Yan Long knew that the red elephant food would definitely not offend ordinary people just from the size of the list.

Yanlong has also paid attention to the deeds of Hongxiang Foods and admires such an enterprise.

Can admiration be eaten as a meal?

Obviously not!

Take other people's money and eliminate disasters with others. Since you have received other people's money, you must do it with all your heart.

Soon, Yanlong began to greet his five or six younger brothers, and began to contact the brushes under their respective management.

Then split these copywriting into different words and send them to different brushes.

Let them conquer the major platforms.

After working on the brush for two or three years, Yanlong is already familiar with these procedures.

In just one or two hours, the work arrangement has been completed.

Yan Long, who was idle and bored, scanned the hot search and saw many colleagues.

"Is this Red Elephant food digging someone's ancestral grave? People are going to deal with it at such a cost?" Yan Long said with a smile: "Look at this battle, there are at least 2 brushes participating, right? It will be burned out in a day Millions?

Big money!

Don't miss out on this bonus!

After working hard for a week, a million-dollar mansion is in hand. "

In this way, after two days of continuous struggle, Yanlong's income has exceeded 70!

It is getting closer and closer to the goal of a million-dollar mansion.

He didn't have a good rest for two days and two nights, but looking at the amount on the book, Yanlong felt that no matter how much he was tired, it was worth it.

I closed my eyes for a while, probably because I was too tired, but fell asleep after a while.

In his sleep, Yanlong vaguely heard the noise.

"stand up!"

"Hold your head in your hands, go to the corner and squat for me!"

"You, you, you and you! Squat down for me!"

"Captain, there is another follower here. I heard from them that this is their leader, nicknamed Brother Long!"

"Yanlong! This time he is the one to be arrested!"

Yan Long was woken up in a daze by his sleep, and cursed: "What the hell are you doing? Could you keep your voice down, I haven't slept for two days."

"Who do you call Master?"

A majestic voice came, and Yanlong opened his eyes dimly.

I saw a dark thing pressing against his forehead.

Yan Long was so frightened that he slumped on the ground on the spot and shouted: "Comrade policeman, I was wrong!

I am grandson!

You are the master!

I'm a fart, don't take what I say seriously. "

Comrade SWAT gave him a disdainful look, and asked, "Are you Yanlong?"

"Yes!" Yanlong replied honestly: "Comrade police, we are all good citizens who abide by the law!"

"Don't talk nonsense." Comrade SWAT scolded impatiently: "Stretch out your hand!"

With a sound of "Crack!", the clasp is closed!