Chapter 60 Employee Benefits of 91 Magazine

Chapter 60 Employee Benefits of 91 Magazine

Chapter 60 Employee Benefits of 91 Magazine

The next day, morning.

Shanghai Street, Anye Building.

91 Magazine is located on the third floor of an old office building. Two large photos of beauties in bikinis are pasted on the glass of the company's main door, and a red and blue light strip is hung on the door sign.

The company's odd jobs were all former pimps and scoundrels. If they needed anything, they would go to the stables to plunder it. The company was filled with a heavy smell of prostitution, and even the backs of the office chairs were covered with advertisements for prostitutes.

Yin Zhaotang arrived at the company early, took out a stack of applicants' resumes, and began to read them carefully one by one.

"91 Men" has opened up the market, survived the initial competitive storm, and is getting back on track step by step.

We need to assemble the basic team including photographers, writers, editors, etc. as soon as possible.

Doorway.

Ma Chaohui, wearing a suit, holding a resume, and wearing a tie around his neck, came to 91 Magazine Company again. He stared at the sexy photos at the door and couldn't help but secretly exclaimed in his heart: "The boss is really a media industry talent. The sexy photos on the wall of the office are really exciting. I am full of energy and inspiration at work."

"Great! This company is really good news for men. It was created for men."

The younger brother, who was smoking and reading a newspaper, saw someone coming in. He quickly put down his legs on the stool, put away the newspaper, walked up to him and asked, "What's the matter, bro?"

"Hello, I'm the editor who's interviewing you. My last name is Ma, and I've made an appointment over the phone." Ma Chaohui politely tried to shake hands with him.

The younger brother looked him up and down, then turned around and said, "Mr. Ma, right? Please follow me."

After entering the office area, the photos posted on the walls became more unrestrained, many of which were completely exposed, specializing in real-life photos of salty and humid areas.

These are all private photos that have not been published in magazines.

Seeing that his eyes were glued to the wall, the younger brother teased him, "Mr. Ma, would you like me to make you a cup of tea so you can sit down and watch it slowly. Only then go in for the interview after you've had enough?"

Lao Ma had actually watched it once yesterday, but he wanted to watch it again when he passed by. He didn't mind being teased and joked, "Don't bother me! I'm just adapting to the company's business. I won't watch it now. After the interview, I will watch it while collecting my salary."

"Forget it, let me go for the interview first. I prefer to fly a plane with pay." He pretended to sigh.

Hearing this, the younger brother couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "You are awesome, buddy!"

In fact, every man who comes to the company for an interview, without exception, looks left and right, and is reluctant to move. Those who really turn a blind eye are probably not suitable for working at 91.

"Knock, knock, knock." He raised his hand and knocked on the door, shouting, "Boss, the interviewer is here."

"Please come in."

Yin Zhaotang sat halfway in the boss chair, and when he stood up with the help of the armrest, the office door was pushed open. A middle-aged man in his forties wearing a suit and black-framed glasses came in.

"Hello, Mr. Yin." Ma Chaohui did not dare to be negligent and quickly shook hands and bowed.

His resume stated that he had 21 years of experience in print media and was the former editor-in-chief of Ming Pao who had just changed jobs. His resume was the best among all the applicants.

So Yin Zhaotang handed over a cigarette politely: "Sorry, I had something else yesterday, so I had to postpone the interview to today."

"It's okay, Yin Sheng. The guest should follow the host's wishes. In an emergency, we should take the necessary measures."

Ma Chaohui didn't know that the big boss had entered the classroom yesterday, so he didn't show any unusual expression. He waved his hand to indicate that he didn't smoke cigarettes, and then handed over his resume with both hands: "This is my resume, please take a look at it first, Mr. Yin."

Yin Zhaotang took the resume and casually placed it on the table: "No need, I have already seen the one Mr. Ma left yesterday. Mr. Ma brought another one here, which is really sincere. What position is Mr. Ma interested in?"

Ma Chaohui was also unambiguous: "I would like to apply for the position of deputy editor-in-chief of your company's magazine." This was the highest-paying position in the job advertisement, but neither of them was surprised.

Yin Zhaotang winked at Dan Tart who was sitting next to him and said with a warm smile, "No problem. The position of deputy editor-in-chief has been vacant for a long time."

"It's just that 91 Magazine was founded not long ago and can't afford to keep idle people. We need elite soldiers and strong generals. It just so happens that a group of photos have just been sent to me. Mr. Ma, please review them and pick out two that can be published in the next issue of the magazine?"

Dan Tart stood up and threw the photos in his hand on the table, saying, "These are all the talents who came to apply for the photographer position this morning. They are the new good works. Take a closer look."

"I love looking at beautiful photos the most." Ma Chaohui picked up the photo and smiled confidently.

A monthly salary of 8,600 yuan cannot support an idle person.

Then his expression became serious and he watched at a fast pace with great interest. Finally he put the whole film in order and placed it on the table.

"The first set of photos had composition and lighting problems, and the basic skills were not up to standard. The second set of photos was academic and boring."

"The third set of photos has some flavor, but it deliberately imitates the American Playboy and loses the characteristics of 91 magazine."

"Mr. Yin, there are many laborers in Hong Kong Island, and they are not well educated, so there are not that many elites. The first issue of "91 Men" was a big hit, and now it can still sell to copies a day. It is not based on composition or body art, but on the salty and wet steamed abalone printed on the cover."

"Some customers can't even read. They buy the magazine and then go back to fly planes. All these photos are a waste of film. None of them can be published in the magazine."

Seeing Ma Chaohui's firm tone, Yin Zhaotang nodded and agreed, "You have good sense! Egg tart, call those three idiots who took the photos and tell them that they didn't pass the interview."

Ma Chaohui advised: "In my opinion, Boss, all three photographers should sign the contract and offer a lower hourly wage."

"As for the shortcomings, let me correct them. Otherwise, wouldn't I be getting paid for nothing?"

Yin Zhaotang looked pleased and agreed, "Not bad, let's try him out for a month and pay him the full salary. I hope Mr. Ma will be happy working at 91 Company."

"Thank you boss for the opportunity." Ma Chaohui stood up and shook hands with the boss.

“It’s just mutual achievement.”

Yin Zhaotang let go of his hand and reminded him, "The company signs at 9 a.m. and closes at 6 p.m., so remember not to be late."

Ma Chaohui said he understood, and after he stood up, he suddenly looked hesitant and asked hesitantly, "Boss, I just heard from a colleague on the road that the company has employee meals."

Yin Zhaotang smiled straightforwardly and said, "No! If you're hungry, there's a barbecued pork restaurant downstairs. Oh! You mean the staff meal? That's easy. Just ask your colleagues to arrange it for you."

Lao Ma smiled embarrassedly and closed the door: "Then boss, I'll leave first. I've seen some of the steamed buns and I want to try them. I'm really itching to try them. Remember to page me if you need anything!"

When Dan Tart saw him leave, he looked at him strangely and muttered, "This pervert, is he here to make money or to eat the staff meals?"

"Don't allow people to come here for the company's good welfare benefits! Employee meals are only once a month, it won't make you poor. It's best if he spends all his monthly salary in the company. It's almost time, get the car ready to pick up Grandpa and the others." Yin Zhaotang glanced at the clock on the wall, picked up the suit jacket on the office chair, and turned around the boss chair.

Today, Grandpa and his group will leave the detention house and hold a community meeting to formally establish the Mong Kok branch and clearly define the ownership of the businesses in the branch.

How many venues will be allocated and how many good things will be given depends on what Ah Gong says.

As the only gang leader outside, Yin Zhaotang must abide by the rules of society.

For this purpose, he deliberately postponed the invitation to visit the Children's Home until tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)