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"Hello, Master Zhang, my name is Cao Jiayun, you can just call me Xiaoyun."

Zhang Yang hadn't taken off his makeup yet, and he looked at least in his thirties.

The little assistant girl hired by Mr. Yu looked at his unshaven appearance and took it for granted that he was a middle-aged man.

"Um, hello, Miss Cao."

Zhang Yang knew that the other party had misunderstood, and just when he was about to explain, Mr. Yu on the side laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, Miss Cao, Zhang Yang should call you sister according to his age!"

"He has old man makeup on his face."

"Really or not?" Cao Jiayun looked at Zhang Yang in surprise.

"Yes, I'm only a sophomore."

Zhang Yang's personal explanation is quite convincing.

"You're a sophomore, then you can really call me sister or little brother."

Cao Jiayun covered her mouth and smiled, her tone of voice was exactly the same as the female anchor in the company that Zhang Yang knew.

A little sweet, a little tea.

It seems that in the entire company, except for Sister Gao, all the other girls are like this.

Maybe it’s the sequelae of being a female anchor trying to catch Kaizi?

Zhang Yang subconsciously felt conflicted at the thought of carrying goods with such a person.

But then he thought of another question:

Bringing goods at night? But he doesn’t work at night!

Zhang Yang immediately looked at Mr. Yu: "Mr. Yu, are you bringing the goods at night?"

"Yes." Mr. Yu nodded: "No one bought the goods during the day!"

"But I'm off work?"

"Then work overtime!" Mr. Yu's tone was very matter-of-fact.

"Um, Mr. Yu, have you forgotten that my part-time job is every afternoon?"

"I didn't forget, but my brother told me, you want to re-sign the contract? Isn't that the case?"

Director Jin really didn't give Zhang Yang a pat on the back. He actually told the boss about the contract.

"Yes." Zhang Yang nodded.

"That's it, you'll work in the afternoon and evening from now on. I'll give you a minimum salary of 20,000, and I'll give you 10% of the profit from the goods. How about that?"

Mr. Yu spoke very happily, and the guaranteed salary and performance were settled with a slap on the head.

But there seems to be a big gap between the conditions and the annual salary of one million mentioned by Director Jin.

"Mr. Yu, your cousin, Director Jin, was talking about an annual salary of one million, and many people heard it."

"Your gap is too big."

"Hehe, that's why I said that you, a young man, have a narrow vision." Mr. Yu smiled contemptuously, then pointed at the box of jade and said: "This box, even if the profit is small, must have..."

"Fifty thousand." Cao Jiayun answered.

"Yes, a profit of fifty thousand."

"This is just for one night."

"Fifty thousand a day, 1.5 million a month, twelve months a year, close to 20 million. If you give me 10%, how much is that?"

"Two million!" Mr. Yu shouted heavily.

Zhang Yang saw the fat on the fat-headed fish's face trembling and spitting flying everywhere. For some reason, he suddenly felt that although Director Jin was a bit effeminate, he was still more acceptable than his cousin.

Although these two are cousins, their ability to draw cakes seems to be passed down from their ancestors.

"Two million is still a conservative estimate!" Cao Jiayun also helped.

Is this conservative?

20 million is equivalent to the annual net profit of an ordinary listed company.

Zhang Yang glanced at Cao Jiayun and thought: Forget it being the boss's cake painting, the sales assistant also follows suit. What does it mean?

Scab?

He asked: "This Miss Cao, has she brought goods before? Did you estimate this profit?"

"I forgot to introduce you." Mr. Yu replied: "This Miss Cao is a gold medal salesperson I specially invited from Guangdong Province to cooperate with your live broadcast to bring goods."

"Not your new girlfriend, boss?"

Zhang Yang asked very directly, which stunned the other two people.

Cao Jiayun was stunned for less than a second and took half a step back, a bit intent on drawing a clear line with Mr. Yu.

"No, Zhang Yang, what are you talking about? Haven't you met my girlfriend before?"

Mr. Yu's expression was a little embarrassed, but he wasn't angry at all.

As a businessman, you still have some capacity.

"Oh, okay, then I'll just tell you."

Zhang Yang cleared his throat and stated the reason for his refusal.

"Boss, the character of my live broadcast is a middle-aged man who has been in the antique industry for many years. If I want to bring the goods myself, then I must be the leader, right?"

"But I've never done this."

"And the partner you found for me is a master. If the broadcast continues, won't I become a puppet? Then the secret will be exposed!"

"Don't worry about this. I'm very professional and won't overwhelm you." Cao Jiayun interrupted.

"You see, she interrupted me before I even finished speaking."

Zhang Yang spread his hands helplessly.

"Ah, this..."

An embarrassed look appeared on Cao Jiayun's face.

After knowing that the "middle-aged man" in front of her was actually a sophomore, she could no longer treat him as "Master Zhang".

Seeing this, Mr. Yu gradually narrowed his eyes and spoke slowly:

"Zhang Yang, don't you want to bring the goods?"

After a pause, before Zhang Yang could answer, he continued:

"You don't even want to sign a new contract?"

In his words, he equated "signing a new contract" with "bringing goods live", which was a clear threat.

"The contract must be signed."

Zhang Yang didn't accept Mr. Yu's trick and said in a self-conscious manner:

"I have helped you increase the popularity of the live broadcast room, and I have also obtained the official certification of Douyin. Director Jin also used my photos and videos to promote it everywhere. It is a bit late to stop the work now."

Hearing this, Mr. Yu frowned, his face started to turn red, and he was obviously angry.

But he seemed to have some scruples and suppressed his anger and said:

"What's wrong? If the company can support Master Zhang, it can also support Master Li, Master Wang, and Master Zhou. It's just a matter of finding a few more shills."

"Yes, but it doesn't cost money? And the effect may not be better than mine."

Zhang Yang still looked relaxed.

"And think about it, if you make a profit of 50,000 yuan in one day, how many days and 50,000 yuan will be wasted if you get another one?"

"It makes sense!" Cao Jiayun suddenly interrupted again.

Zhang Yang was a little surprised by these words. He thought to himself, is this woman not very smart? She was cheering for Mr. Yu just now, and now she is speaking for him?

But what Zhang Yang didn't expect was that Cao Jiayun's words seemed to be very effective.

Mr. Yu was immediately silenced.

In the end, the fat-headed fish actually nodded and admitted that what Zhang Yang said made sense.

"Zhang Yang, what do you want? It's up to you to set the conditions!"

"It's very simple." Zhang Yang said with a smile: "I can get a salary increase, but I can't work overtime."

"The salary was raised to 20,000, but I still only come to work every afternoon and bring the goods in the evening for Miss Cao to do it herself."

"If you don't come forward, will others believe it?" Mr. Yu asked.

"It's okay, I believe Miss Cao will find her own solution."

Zhang Yang originally wanted to say this and choke the assistant, but thinking that she seemed to have done him a favor just now, he added:

"If that doesn't work, join me on the mic. My voice will appear on camera to prove it for her."

"Okay?" Mr. Yu asked, but he was not asking Zhang Yang, more like asking Cao Jiayun.

"Okay, I'll tell you when the time comes..."

Cao Jiayun looked at Zhang Yang, her eyes moving, and when she looked at Zhang Yang, she said:

"Just say that I am Master Zhang's little wife."

"Pfft~"

Sister Gao, who was watching the show at the door, had just unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip of tea. When she heard this, she spit out a mouthful of tea.

All of it sprayed onto the head of Mr. Yu, who was half a head shorter than her.