Birds are singing and the mountain is quiet, and at noon in early autumn, the sun shines on the railings of the "Jinghu" restaurant and the bushes beside the pond.
Jing Gao smiled and was not in a hurry to answer the topic raised by An Xiaoqian. Since he wanted to help An Yi, he had to do his best. As for a "strong woman" like An Xiaoqian, normal rhetoric would not be able to convince her.
He picked up the tea cup, sipped the tea slowly, and asked: "Mr. An, how much do you know about An Yi?"
A disapproving smile appeared on An Xiaoqian's pretty face, her attitude remained gentle, and she said confidently: "I understand basically everything."
She only had a son, and although he was "raised in poverty", she was very aware of his every move. Do you really think her business has grown so big in vain?
Jing Gaodao: "Mr. An, with all due respect. That's not necessarily the case. For example, do you know Professor Ai from Nankai? An Yi was deeply influenced by him. An Yi told me Professor Ai's views two days ago. I'm very touched. Interested, I have been making up for his classes these days.
Professor Ai will tell jokes in class. He asked: Do you want to be oppressed? The students answered: No. Do you want to oppress others? think! Why are you so wicked? Human nature is so evil! Classmates, this is a crisis of faith. "
An Xiaoqian told Jing Gao directly that she was a little confused.
From her point of view, Jing Gao did not have the qualifications to be on an equal footing with her. But she couldn't treat Jing Gao lightly. She had already read the Phoenix Fund's information last night. I don’t know who this Mr. Jing is, or he is a white glove, but he has very strong funds.
As a result, Jing Gao now calls her a "crisis of faith." This is really... a beeping dog! How many years has it been since she heard this kind of vocabulary? Judging from what Jing Gao said, her son also recognized these views. Things seemed a little out of her control.
"Mr. Jing, please wait a moment." An Xiaoqian took out her mobile phone and called her assistant Tang Xuan, and said: "Xiao Tang, Xiaoyi knows a Professor Ai from Nankai? Please check. Send his information Give me."
Jing Gao waited for An Xiaoqian to finish the call and said regretfully: "Mr. An, Professor Ai passed away not long ago. Videos of his lectures are available online. In fact, if Professor Ai had not passed away, I would have wanted to visit him and listen to his teachings in person. "
An Xiaoqian choked and drank tea in silence. She understood what Jing Gao wanted to express. She could control her son's whereabouts and life, but she could not control his thoughts.
As a businessman, sometimes you have to ignore the positions of some people. Talking about business. Otherwise, how can we do business? For example: The public opinion environment abroad is saying that China is not good, and those people just listen to their media. Then she won’t go abroad to make money? How is this possible!
After all, it’s not up to the mother to grow up!
Moreover, she roughly understood why Jing Gao could chat with her son alone. Thought! She heard Tang Xuan report that Jing Gao was very bold in saying in private that Li Jiacheng, who directly criticized Hong Kong Island, had no country, only interests. Moreover, he also said that he wanted to eliminate the two-faced people in the entertainment industry! Just to make some people have no food to eat.
In the first round, Igao won.
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An Xiaoqian sat quietly in the restaurant, the light and shadow fell in, and her figure was like a clear painting. A beautiful and elegant woman.
It was impossible for Jing Gao to appreciate this picture without restraint. This is a matter of politeness. After waiting for a moment, he looked into her eyes and said: "
Mr. An, An Yi called me and asked me to resist your pressure. But in fact, I am an outsider after all, and it is not suitable to say more. Talking too much may not please you. It's just a matter of being loyal to others. I'm willing to help him try his best. "
An Xiaoqian sighed softly and said: "Mr. Jing, you are very honest. Ren Jiahui is very kind to Xiaoyi and the others. I like her very much. I heard that it was you who persuaded Mr. Ren to agree to Jiahui's divorce. You are very dissatisfied. Do you want me to help you make peace?"
This was said very politely, but it was actually a polite refusal. The topic was turned directly. How could a strong woman in charge of a Fortune 500 company be persuaded by Jing Gao with just a few words?
Jing Gao was slightly confused, "Mr. An, you and Mr. Ren..."
An Xiaoqian said calmly: "The parents of Xi Siyan, Zhu Yu, Cheng Yanxi, Tong Yan, Tan Mingjiang, and Ke Lingling are all old friends for many years. Of course, the relationship is related by distance. My business is so big, Mr. Ren doesn't Don't help me. I worked in Galaxy Group back then. I will develop my career later."
Jing Gao nodded, that's it. He laughed and said, "Then let me help An Yi fight for his salary in the end. Mr. An, if you want him to return to work at Haiyi Group, he should be given the position and salary he deserves. Don't treat him like an ordinary worker."
Are you teaching me how to do things?
An Xiaoqian smiled and said forcefully: "Mr. Jing, I know you arranged a team leader position for Xiaoyi, with a salary of 8k. I am very grateful to you. But I think a good leader still has to work from the grassroots level. rise.
In the Tang Dynasty, it was stipulated that Taiwan Province would not be included without counting prefectures and counties.
You must have heard of Mr. Cao from Fuyao, right? I work in the chemical industry and have had contact with him. His way of educating his children was to simply leave his son in the workshop to work as a worker for five years. Then send them out to study. "
Jing Gao was speechless. Of course he has heard this story, Mr. Cao himself said it on a talk show. He said that his son hated him to death at the time, but later he felt that what he had experienced in these five years was very valuable. But, what era is this case from?
Jing Gao was not surprised when an ancient saying came out of An Xiaoqian's mouth: "If you don't include the prefectures and counties, you won't be considering the province of Taiwan." Who is a business person who hasn’t ordered something yet? He had already seen this before when he visited company CEOs in the city. However, it is obvious that reading does not require a thorough understanding.
I would like to ask, did the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty start from the grassroots civil servants such as petty officials, police officers, and clerks? Isn't this nonsense? Zhang Jiuling said he wanted to be a local official.
Jing Gao sensed An Xiaoqian's attitude and it would be boring if he continued to talk. He muttered: "Mr. An, my opinion is different from yours. I suggest you ask Mr. Ren for his opinion. Thank you for your hospitality today."
Don't mistake college students for college students. Is it appropriate for a graduate from a 211 school, majoring in electronic information engineering, to work in a grassroots factory? Four years of college in vain?
Students who come from key universities don’t talk about character or character. IQ and learning ability are definitely better than the average person.
Don't believe what those people on the Internet are saying: anti-intellectualism, saying that reading is useless, and that Chinese college students are incompetent. They know a thing!
Open your eyes and take a look, where did the chief designers of national key projects graduate? Did they receive undergraduate or master's education abroad?
Let’s look at Mr. Zhang, who developed WeChat. Where did he go to university? Let’s look at Huawei’s chief engineers. Where did they go to university?
You can say that China's university education needs to be better. But you can’t say that China’s university education is a failure! China's universities still provide talents to the country. Not to mention that the Chinese are not good at it.
Otherwise, please explain why your "Master King" hasn't logged in yet?
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Jing Gao stood up and nodded to An Xiaoqian, preparing to leave. What he said in front of An Xiaoqian had no weight. Arguing won't solve the problem. Therefore, let’s let Brother Ren do the talking. You can tell this just by looking at Brother Ren’s arrangements for Ren Zhi.
An Xiaoqian frowned slightly.
She was used to being strong and obeying orders from her subordinates, but after she expressed her attitude forcefully, Jing Gao didn't want to talk to her anymore. It was like she was punched in the air. He also asked her to ask Mr. Ren for his opinion.
Do you even need to ask? She is not stupid or blind. In other words, she was despised by Jing Gao to some extent. He didn't even bother to discuss this topic with her anymore. This made her very unhappy.
An Xiaoqian stood up and said, "Mr. Jing, you still have to eat, otherwise I would be too rude. I know Mr. Ren's opinion without asking. Regarding the topic of children's education, I want to hear your opinion again."
Jing Gao suddenly couldn't laugh or cry. Sister, we are not in a debate competition, where we have to compete to win or lose? I'm very interested in playing a friendly match with you. The point is, you didn’t listen to what I said, so why am I wasting my saliva?
Jing Gao thought for a while and sighed: "Mr. An, then I'd better obey your orders out of respect. What kind of delicious food is there?"
This is purely to lighten the mood.
Seeing Jing Gao sit back, An Xiaoqian smiled slightly, adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses slightly, and said elegantly: "I don't know. It's all arranged by Xiao Tang. I'll let them serve the food. Let's chat while eating. .”
She talked directly to Jing Gao before eating because she actually wanted to take the initiative and have the right to speak. But after a "confrontation", she was somewhat at a disadvantage. Mainly because Mr. Ren is not a good example!
After a while, the waiter from Shuanglong Garden delivered six exquisite dishes. Four dishes, one soup, plus a cold dish.
"Mr. Jing, try this jade tofu, it tastes good. I order it every time I come here." An Xiaoqian greeted Jing Gao to eat, turning the table, "After eating all the delicacies, I found that it is still a home-cooked dish. "
Jing Gao laughed and said: "Mr. An's realization is a return to nature." After eating the tofu, he praised: "The taste is light, with the fragrance of beans, and soft in the mouth. It's pretty good. Let the kitchen wait to pack a portion. I'll bring it to you A friend gives it a try.”
An Xiaoqian looked at Jing Gao with her beautiful eyes and said approvingly: "Mr. Jing, you are well-spoken. You usually read books and write diaries? Mr. Ren's literary level is very high." Her words unconsciously revealed her disdain for Ren He. of worship.
Jing Gao said: "Then you have to look up to me. I am far behind Mr. Ren and Professor Zhao. They are both people who have read thousands of books. I like to look for delicious food, so I often use comments like Come."
An Xiaoqian chuckled, casually took a few bites of food, and started the fight again. Looking at Jing Gao with beautiful, clear eyes, "Mr. Jing, you don't have children yet, right?"
"I'm not married yet." A wry smile appeared at the corner of Jing Gao's mouth, "Mr. An, can we wait until I finish eating before we talk about this? In that case, even if we have disagreements and leave later, I will at least mess with you for a meal. .”
An Xiaoqian pursed her lips and smiled, showing her mature charm for no reason, which was very beautiful, and said: "That won't work. It just allows you to speak more leisurely."
Jing Gao smiled, this was the atmosphere of a normal conversation. He wiped his mouth with a tissue and said, "Then let me tell you straight. Mr. An, there is something wrong with your methodology!"
Ma Zhe's basic principle is that objective laws are not subject to human will. Speaking of comfort, he has graduated from college now. When he grows up, he leaves you and has his own life. This is the objective law. It doesn't depend on your will. "
The smile on An Xiaoqian's face faded, but she still maintained her grace, stretched out her hand and said, "You continue."
Jing Gaodao: "So, what kind of life do you plan for him to have in the future? To live happily, or to take over from you and take charge of Haiyi Group? If it is to take over, this also involves a methodological issue."
An Xiaoqian leaned back slightly on the chair, with her beautiful legs in black stockings close together and looking at Jing Gao with her beautiful eyes. An air of "I'll refute you later".
Jing Gaodao: "Ma Zhe also has a basic principle: specific analysis of specific problems. The chairman made a very wonderful discussion in the article 'On Contradiction'. I will not go into details. What I want to say is, why do you use An Yi and Mr. Cao’s son makes an analogy?
These are obviously two different individuals. Moreover, the era you live in is not exactly the same as the Tang Dynasty and the time when Mr. Cao was training successors.
Do you think this violates this basic principle? Two completely different conclusions can be drawn from this! First, you are reading without asking for a thorough understanding and copying things by rote. Second, you picked the wrong example. "
An Xiaoqian could no longer maintain a calm sitting posture and put her hands on the table, her chest heaving. The buttons of the white shirt are a little tight. This bastard boy really despises her in his heart!
Jing Gao glanced at An Xiaoqian and knew that it was almost exciting. He changed the topic and said warmly: "Mr. An, our traditional Chinese culture is about moderation. Many people instinctively want to criticize when they hear this word.
Let me give you an example. Nowadays, neoliberalism is spreading around the world, and the Anglo-Saxons are the most respected. Government, they say, is every necessary evil! But what did the Germans say? Government is the crystallization of all morality.
These are exactly two extremes. And what do we Chinese say? The government is the public instrument of the world. Good people are in charge to do good things, and bad people are in charge to do bad things. This is called moderation!
Therefore, in the process of cultivating comfortable succession, you can move a little to the left in the past few years, and a little to the right in a few years, and finally maintain it in the middle. It's still a long time. Of course you need to talk to him.
After all, no one can change the basic fact that you are his mother. "
An Xiaoqian looked at Jing Gao with her beautiful eyes, exhaled softly, stroked her hair on her forehead, and said, "Mr. Jing, if you change your career to lobbying, you can probably get a place on K Street in Washington. Thank you!"
K Street in Washington is a very famous lobbying firm stationed across the United States. An Xiaoqian is not an entrepreneur like a rich man, she has a very broad vision.
Jing Gao couldn't help but laugh, stood up and stretched out his hand, "You're welcome." He felt quite happy that he could convince An Xiaoqian. Of course, in the final analysis, An Xiaoqian is An Yi's mother. Even if she feels a little unhappy, she is willing to plan for An Yi.
An Xiaoqian stretched out her soft little hand and shook Jing Gao's hand, and said proactively: "The Yang family's grandfather celebrates his birthday in two days. Do you want to go? I can get an invitation for you. Phoenix Fund, Xia The size of commercial real estate is enough for you to have a place.”
Upon hearing this, Jing Gao guessed that it was an official occasion and shook his head, "Mr. An, thank you. My strategy is to keep a distance."
An Xiaoqian didn't force it. She was very talkative outside of business. She said straightforwardly: "Okay, I'll invest 500 million US dollars in Uber (China) to support your fight with Didi." The debt of gratitude is the most important thing. Troublesome. She wants to deal with it.
Jing Gao seemed to know where the "refreshment" in An Yi came from. He nodded and said, "Okay. I'll get someone to contact Assistant Tang later."
After saying goodbye to An Xiaoqian, Jing Gao took the jade tofu packed by the waiter and left Shuanglong Garden with Guan Yujia.
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An Xiaoqian returned to the villa where she lived from the restaurant, thought about it, and called her son An Yi.
