Who could have guessed that CEO Ma would send over a video too? It was a chorus performance of "The Heartbroken Frontline Alliance," adapted by the Ali employees for the finale of the gala. It was hilarious.
"Always saying the president's project is urgent,
Insisting I squeeze my schedule tight,
But if you can't figure out the priorities,
I'll drag you along with me on March 25th.
You say everything can be achieved technically,
As long as I think through every requirement,
But once we schedule it, we find there are no resources,
And the boss says it has to go live in Q4~~"
Jiang Siming burst out laughing when he saw the video. He sent Boss Ma a WeChat voice message to tease him. "Look what you've driven your employees to become. They must have suffered no shortage of your 'abuse.'"
Boss Ma was rendered speechless. He could only secretly swear that everyone who had gone back and sung in the performance would be sent packing. (Just kidding.)
"The song I sang today wasn't bad, right? Though I still can't compare with you." Boss Ma was still feeling pretty pleased with himself.
Jiang Siming cooperated by showering him with praise. "That's right, that's right. CEO Ma is talented in every way—and rich in every way too."
Boss Ma completely missed Jiang Siming's point. Thinking he was being sincerely praised, he was delighted like a fool.
The call wasn't just for chatting with Jiang Siming. Boss Ma had also called to send him money.
The Gambling Ship had been operating for a month, with total profits of 4.5 billion.
Apart from the first three days, when daily profits exceeded 500 million, it had still managed an average daily turnover of 200 million after the hottest period had passed.
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