"Hahaha, great idea!"
"President Ma, brilliant as always!"
"Do those of us with wives at home get this perk too?"
"Old Zhang, if your sister-in-law hears you say that, she'll skin you alive!"
"Hahaha!"
"Ah, I got married too early!"
Before long, the meeting room had come alive with laughter.
"No!"
Dai Ying suddenly spoke up.
Ma Mingyuan asked, "Why not? It's just the company showing its employees that it cares!"
"I know Li Xun," Dai Ying said slowly. "He's greedy for money but not women. A honey trap won't work on him. You might as well throw money at him—it'd be more effective!"
"Throw money at him? How?"
Dai Ying thought it over. "How about this: we set aside two million and pick a deadline—say, tomorrow. If he turns in the script tomorrow, he gets the full two million. If he turns it in the day after, we deduct a hundred thousand. Another day later, we deduct another hundred thousand. If he turns it in twenty days from now, the entire two million will be gone!"
"Knowing him, with that money dangling in front of him, he'll work himself to the bone to finish the script."
"Fine. Since President Dai has a plan, we'll do it her way," Ma Mingyuan said.
After work, Dai Ying didn't head straight back to her own apartment, 901. Instead, she went to Li Xun's, 501.
She knocked, then waited a while before the door finally opened.
Li Xun had a toothbrush in his mouth and looked ready to brush his teeth. His hair was a mess, like a crow's nest, and his dark circles made him look like an internet-addicted teenager.
After entering, Dai Ying glanced around. The room was fairly tidy, but his personal appearance... left a lot to be desired!
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