Chapter 830

Not all journalists are so easy to cheat. If you go too much at night, you will always encounter ghosts.

"If you are wordy, I've said one thing seven or eight times, and my ears are getting cocooned."

Geng Bumei took a bite of the sandwich. The boy even complained about him. It's really a dog bite. LV Dongbin doesn't know the heart of good people.

They went to the door one after the other. Kangxi hissed at him, "don't talk now. She's sleeping. Don't wake her up."

"The Queen's life is better than mine!"

"That's it!"

How can eunuchs and queens be comparable.

Kangxi opened the door and went in. Geng insomnia habitually wanted to follow him. Before he stepped in, he was kicked out by Kangxi. "Fufu is sleeping. What do you come in for? Go out!"

With a bang, the door was pulled up.

Geng insomnia looking at the closed door, feel like crying.

He was not allowed in until he got up and got dressed.

Geng Bumei told her what had been arranged.

He knew clearly, "my identity today is the little assistant of Kangxi new recruit."

Geng insomnia nodded, "yes, I will give you a famous brand at that time. Your name will be written on it, not your real name, but someone else's name. If you remember it well, don't let someone call you at that time. You don't respond."

"What's your name?"

"Zhang Xiaoman!"

Very common name, with Baidu search the same name, it is estimated that tens of thousands can be found.

Geng Bumei added: "this name is not made up. It's a real person. It's an employee of Kangxi studio. Originally I arranged for her to come here, but now you've topped her name."

People who go to the municipal government must register in real names, not to get a fake name, and ID number is to be reported. He owed a very large person to the top of the list.

"Not to be found? Since there is a real person, what if the person doesn't know? "

"Don't worry, Xiaoman is one of our people. She will keep it a secret. You can take a hundred heart on this point. Long live we are on the road of buying people's hearts, but we are out of the same level as God. Every year, I don't know how many people want to work in Kangxi studio."

"So powerful?"

Kangxi didn't speak, but his nose was up to the ceiling. He was calm when he praised him, but when he praised him in front of him, he would be special.

Geng Bumei continued: "the red envelopes for the Chinese New Year are at least over ten thousand. The older the employees are, the richer the year-end bonus is. This guy is never stingy in such aspects as famous bags, houses and cars."

For example, when he played with Weibo and asked him to pay for it, he would not do it in front of the staff at all, but the more people he was close to, the more he would want to make fun of.

They are used to it. This is the mentality of cosmic people.

As for the employees who work for him, it's different. What do the employees want most now? That is to have a compassionate boss who is forthright and generous and will not be fastidious.

Kangxi is such a boss. He never treats loyal people badly.

He used the four words appropriately.

He looked at Kangxi, "local tyrant!"

Kangxi said with a smile, "after you are the boss, I listen to you."

"No!" She's not in charge of his studio.

Geng Bu Mei told her to go to the municipal government again. She remembered that after drinking a mouthful of milk, she didn't have a good appetite this morning. She only ate a small half of the sandwich and pushed the plate to Kangxi.

Geng Bu Mei looked at the remaining sandwiches on his plate, which were more abundant than what he had just eaten. What he ate was the leftovers.