PFC Chapter 843 Divide Money
Chapter 843 Divide Money
Han Xinyi was the first to stand up. She shook hands with Zhang Gurong and said, "Brother, my name is Han Xinyi. You can just call me Sister Han from now on."
Then the rest of the people introduced themselves one by one according to their age. This group of people particularly liked this handsome and somewhat introverted man, especially Wang Cuicui, who looked at Zhang Gurong with a tearful look, which made Zhang Gurong's fair face turn red.
When Li Moer saw this situation, she decisively asked Wang Cuicui to be Zhang Gurong's agent.
Wang Cuicui cast a grateful look at Li Moer. Li Moer had her own ideas. One was that she wanted to help her sister and hoped that they could have a good ending. Another was that in the previous life, Leslie Cheung chose to jump off the building due to depression and some other reasons. In this life, she would never let the tragedy happen again. Wang Cuicui had a cheerful personality. If she could get together with Leslie Cheung, it would definitely help Leslie Cheung not to be so depressed and pessimistic. This kind of complementarity might be useful.
Zhang Gurong was very happy to see so many people and soon became one of them.
When the group heard the clattering sound, they ran over and saw several old men playing mahjong. They were so slow to move that they gathered around the old men to learn how to play mahjong.
The result was that no one was in the mood to practice musical instruments, and those who learned Cantonese stopped because the Cantonese teacher also became obsessed with mahjong.
By half past eleven, no one had prepared lunch yet. Li Moer had no choice but to pretend to drive out. When he came back, the car was loaded with a lot of steaming grilled lamb skewers, grilled chicken wings, grilled chicken necks, and grilled lamb legs.
The mahjong game never stopped. The players held the skewers in their left hands and the cards in their right hands, while the onlookers held the skewers in both hands, eating and giving advice.
In the afternoon, Li Moer drove to the tape factory. She wanted to check the accounts for the past month and divide their profits.
Director Hong took out his account book and said, "We can produce 5,000 tapes a day. The cost of our tapes, plus worker wages, utilities, etc., is about one dollar per tape."
After taking a sip of water, he continued, "In other words, we sell the tapes wholesale to various distributors for five yuan a piece, so our tape factory's daily revenue is about 20,000 yuan. This month, the total revenue is 600,000 yuan."
Li Moer nodded and said, "According to the contract, the tape factory will take 30%, which is 180,000. The remaining 420,000 will be given to me as 84,000. The rest will be transferred to the account of the Love Charity Foundation. I will use this 84,000 to pay the singers."
Director Hong thought for a moment and said, "Boss, I'll also donate 10% to the Love Charity Foundation to help those in need."
Li Moer shook her head and said, "Director Hong, please don't give it up. There are so many disabled people in the factory, and you have already given your love."
Director Hong said firmly, "Boss, I only make this much money a month thanks to Moying Entertainment. Even though I was the one who ran the factory first, I couldn't make this much money in half a year before. Boss, please don't stop me."
Li Moer nodded: "Okay, since Brother Hong insists, I won't stop you. I thank you on behalf of those who need help."
Li Moer returned home with 84,000 yuan. When she entered the yard, the familiar rustling sound came out again.
Li Moer shook her head, walked to the chess and card room, and said to the singers, "You're still watching, come here, it's time to get your wages!"
A large group of people came running out immediately and followed Li Moer to a meeting room full of chairs. Li Moer put the woven bag containing the money on the table.
At that time, there was no banknote with a face value of 100 yuan, and only 100 yuan foreign exchange coupons were issued.
Eighty-four thousand yuan bills, all in ten-yuan notes, placed on the table are still very eye-catching.
Li Moer knocked on the table and said, "This is the profit from the first tape's sale until today. I mean, no matter how many songs you sing, it's the same as if you sang only one. Do you have any objections?"
Everyone shook their heads, indicating no objection. Who would object? One more song would only increase their fame. No one would do such a thing as taking advantage of others.