Hao Yun admits that Lin Jun has some abilities. Starting from the initial "Temple Escape" project, he has indeed made great contributions to the development of Yunmeng group.
However, this talent has a fatal defect, that is, gambling is too strong!
And that is not generally strong, almost to the extent of ignoring risk in the face of high profits!
Hao Yun doesn't know if all the people born in finance have this character, but he knows that if this guy sits in the position of CEO, his boss will not be able to sleep for a day.
But it's not appropriate to let people go.
After all, other people are also meritorious. If you take him off the CEO position, what will other employees think? So when Ma Youtian appeared in front of him and offered twice his annual salary to dig people, Hao Yun was instantly excited.
However, before he was excited for two seconds, Lin Jun said solemnly.
"Yo Tien Ma, who do you think I am?"
At the beginning, it was Mr. Ma. This time, it was called by his first name.
Yo Tien Ma was a little stunned, but his face soon began to smile again, and he said boldly.
"Personality! I like talents with personality! I've decided that if you come to work in our Youtian network, your annual salary will start at million yuan, and my office will be for you! "
what the fuck!
This treatment is awesome!
If a few months ago, Hao Yun had no doubt about himself and would have agreed without saying a word.
Li Gaoming, who was behind Ma Youtian, was just as surprised as Hao Yun. He almost had a mouthful of old blood. After working for a long time, the boss likes the employees with personality. No wonder he has worked hard to lick it for so long, but it doesn't bring much benefit.
However, what makes everyone silly is that in the face of this million annual salary, Lin Jun looks at this guy contemptuously as if he didn't hear it.
"Hehe, I'm afraid I have to say sorry to you."
"It's hard for me to work in a company with a dream. Don't say it's a million. Even if you pay me 10 million a year, I won't go. "
Besides, ten million is nothing at all.
Compared with Yunmeng group's equity incentive plan, Lin Jun's expectation for his company is more than 100 billion yuan in market value. What is the concept of 100 billion market value? Even as the CEO of Yunmeng investment, he has only 1% incentive equity, which is worth one billion yuan.
To be honest, he doesn't care much about his annual salary. He has to pay personal income tax for that thing. It's almost enough for living expenses. Financial freedom is a matter of time.
However, hearing this refusal, Ma Youtian was a fool.
Ten million?
This NIMA is too shameful, isn't it?
Similarly, the workers who are fishing in the coffee shop also show silly expressions on their faces.
Although Yunmeng group is also a star enterprise in this office building, not to mention those who work in start-up companies, even some small boss who is in a precarious situation dream of being incorporated by this big man one day, but compared with the annual salary of one million, almost no hesitation, and everyone will choose the latter.
What is the concept of annual salary of one million?
Not to mention anything else, many listed companies have not made a net profit of one million, and they are still in the red.
His face finally changed, and Ma Youtian's eyes narrowed.
"Good."
"Now that you've said that, we'll see."
After dropping this sentence, Ma Youtian takes a look at Hao Yun, who is sitting opposite Lin Jun. it seems that he intends to remember this face. Then he turns around and walks away.
Li Gaoming rushed to catch up with him and followed him step by step.
"Boss, please calm down. I think that Lin Jun has a problem with his head. He doesn't pay 10 million yuan a year. He has a few dishes to drink!"
With a gloomy face, Ma Youtian took a cigarette out of his bag and put it in his mouth. Seeing this, Li Gaoming quickly took out a lighter and lit the cigarette for him.
Spit out a smoke ring, Ma Youtian's eyes narrowed, showing a trace of Eagle like ferocity.
"If you can't be a friend, you'll be an opponent."
……
"Boss, don't worry, my loyalty to Yunmeng group can be learned every day! Don't say it's a million annual salary, even if he gives me half of the company, I will never change my job! "
In the coffee shop.
Looking at Lin Jun, who patted his chest to show his loyalty, Hao Yun's face was barely smiling, but he wanted to cry in his heart.
Gan!
If you don't get a million dollars a year, what are you looking for!
Hao Yun feels a little embarrassed not to give this guy a raise.
Looking at Lin Jun, who was loyal there, he thought that if he let this guy go on, if he didn't give a little expression, even if Lin Jun didn't feel much, the melon eaters who were peeking at him would have to despise his stinginess.
With a slight cough, Hao Yun motioned Lin Jun to stop and said.
"Lin Jun."
When Lin Jun saw that Hao always had something to say, he immediately stopped.
"You say, boss!"
Hao Yun sorted out his thoughts and continued.
"I was interrupted just now. Let me continue to talk about bike sharing with you."
"Go ahead, please!"
Lin Jun listened attentively, and even took out a small book and ballpoint pen from his pocket, intending to listen and remember. He was a little embarrassed by his serious appearance, but Hao Yun was not good at beating his energy, so he pretended not to see it, lowered the volume and continued.
"Bike sharing has developed to this point. Do you think it's normal?"
Normal?
Lin Jun is tiny a Leng, stunned after a while, one face confuses ground to open a way.
"What do you mean?"
"From an economic point of view," Hao yundun continued, "although I don't quite understand those academic things, the main development mode of modern bicycle is snowballing through the pool of funds accumulated by deposit, right?"
Lin Jun nodded and said.
"Of course... Are you worried about the risk?"
Hao Yun sighed.
"It's not about the risk, it's about the snowball. Where are you going to roll? Jiangcheng, Shenshi, Shanghai, Yanjing and other modern bike users have completely covered all the first and second tier cities in Xiaguo. Next, where do we have to expand the market to keep the current growth rate of users, or let more water enter this leaky swimming pool. "
It's no exaggeration to say that even if the specific playing methods are different, it still can't change the fact that the modern bicycle is a leaky swimming pool. The factories are willing to postpone the payment time for modern bicycles, the banks are willing to provide chattel guarantee loans to big customers like modern bicycles, and users need to share bicycles... In this case, modern bicycles can quickly snowball in this emerging market and roll to the current scale.
From this point of view alone, Lin Jun really has two brushes. He can acutely perceive the needs of customers who have business relations with modern bicycles, squeeze the resources they have to the maximum extent, and even integrate these steps into a closed chain.
Even the inexperienced Zhang Tao and their start-up teams can get started quickly and apply what they have learned.
However, the swimming pool leaks downward after all. If the water pipe can't catch up with the speed of leakage one day, no matter how much water there is, it will eventually run dry one day.
Lin Jun was silent.
After a long time, he spoke with uncertainty.
"... so we should promote the launch of modern bicycles as soon as possible?"
According to Xia's regulations, only enterprises with a certain debt ratio can have IPO. However, this is not difficult for modern bicycles. Lin Jun can think of ten ways to make modern bicycles meet the listing standards.
However, even if the process is in line, it will take time for the operation to come down.
Even with the support of ZF, it can't be done without a year.
"You don't understand me," Hao Yun shook his head. "What I'm saying is not to let you think about where to cut the food and wine, but to let you think about it. Is bike sharing a good track?"
Hearing this sentence, Lin Jun was even more confused.
Didn't you say you wanted to invest in this project?
Looking at Lin Jun, Hao Yun's index finger touched the coffee and continued to say meaningfully.
"The coffee is getting cold."
"I'm finished. It's time to go."