While Guo Lingyu was visiting friends and on vacation in Zurich, Switzerland, the "roof of Europe", Dong Lingxi went to work at Zhaoshi Group as usual. Of course, she slept comfortably until three o'clock in the morning before getting up.
"It's been a long time since I had such a comfortable sleep." Dong Lingxi was wearing a soft silk nightgown, sitting in front of the dressing table, looking at herself.
The woman in the mirror has red lips and white teeth, supple skin, and a tenderness between her brows and eyes. She has a lazy and delicate style, making her look radiant and energetic.
Dong Lingxi couldn't help but smile. What woman wouldn't care about her appearance? Then, her pretty face turned slightly red, her eyes moved, and she looked charming. She couldn't help but think of the details of Mr. Jing's opening and closing last night.
"Ah!" Dong Lingxi caressed her smooth and tender face, and secretly spat at herself: She was obsessed with the man. Gather your mind and start dressing up.
At around one o'clock at noon, Dong Lingxi took the car driven by his bodyguard Xiaoqi and headed to the Zhaoshi Group Building. The news then spread among the middle and senior management of the group: President Dong came to work.
The management model of Zhaoshi Group is chairman, CEO + 13 presidents. Each major business segment under the group reports to their respective presidents. Each president then reports to CEOs Carl Behrmann and Harold Lynn.
Dong Lingxi had just arrived in the office and before he had time to take a sip of water, there was a CEO who was not familiar with him. He had taken a neutral stance when Mr. Jing came to Zhaoshi Group for a meeting half a month ago, knocking on the door and coming in with a warm and flattering smile on his face. ,
"President Dong, you have worked hard these days. I would like to report to you on the spirits business."
Dong Lingxi knew that she would accompany Jing Gao to attend the "welcome reception" held by Pino in his villa in the evening. At this moment, she was simply wearing a fashionable white lace patterned short-sleeved top, with snow-white plump arms. As white and greasy as jade, it makes people want to touch it. The bottom is paired with a flowing and soft printed long skirt.
"Donald Bourne, the liquor business is not under my control." Dong Lingxi sat behind the desk, looked at the tall man in front of her and smiled flatteringly at her, smiled playfully, and refused.
Donald Byrne, a white man in his fifties, kept saying: "No, no. President Dong, Carl Behrman colluded with outsiders and almost brought Zhaoshi Group into the abyss. In this situation, only the representative of the major shareholder can Only you are qualified to lead Zhaoshi Group."
Dong Lingxi is not that kind of strong and sharp woman, but she was very popular in the capital back then. She had the nickname "Miss Dong", and she was not lacking in social skills and scheming.
If she were really stupid, she wouldn't be able to secure her position as the president and CFO of Zhaoshi Group in this foreign country and a treacherous shopping mall.
Dong Lingxi picked up the tea cup and took a sip of water, and said: "Thank you for your praise, Donald Byrne. The board of directors will not be convened until tomorrow. At present, the CEO of Zhaoshi Group is still Carl Behrmann, and I will not listen to the report."
Donald Byrne immediately stood up straight, patted his chest and said, "President Dong, at the board meeting the day after tomorrow, I will definitely support your proposal. Any proposal."
Dong Lingxi nodded.
Donald Byrne smiled and said, "President Dong, I'll leave first."
Less than a minute after Donald Byrne left, another CEO of Zhaoshi Group came in. He was a typical French man, in his forties, of medium build, white, and with a half-bald head, "President Dong, I have some legal matters to report to you."
Dong Lingxi sat behind the spacious desk and said funnyly: "Joseph Kane, have you made an appointment? Half of the leather and clothing brands under Zhaoshi Group currently have problems, and those who are in litigation with the group are Not a few. But Harold Lynn should be responsible for these things. What are you going to tell me?"
Joseph Kane is Carl Behrmann's confidant and he often embarrasses her. She only has a good attitude.
Joseph Kane is also a ruthless person. He bowed directly to Dong Lingxi. It was not Japanese style, it was normal etiquette, but his apology attitude was also very clear. He said with a regretful face: "
President Dong, I was forced to target you by Carl Behrman and Harold Lynn. please forgive me. In the future work, I will definitely carry out your orders and be a good dog. "
To be honest, dogs have different meanings in Western and Chinese cultures. In Western culture, dogs have meanings such as companions, assistants, and gatekeepers. In Chinese civilization, the words related to dogs are: wolf-hearted and dog-lunged, dogs look down on people, dogs are slaves...
Joseph Kane also consulted his friends to understand the difference, and used it here to express his attitude.
Dong Lingxi has been in France for almost two years, and of course he understands the difference. At this time, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "Let me see your performance. You can go back first."
Joseph Kane left with a lot of gratitude.
Dong Lingxi called his secretary Adeline, "Adeline, help me stop the visitors. I'll rest for half an hour."
"Okay, ma'am."
Dong Lingxi smiled and shook her head when she heard the honorific address addressed to her by her secretary Adeline. She stepped on her high heels and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of her office, looking out at the afternoon street outside the glass window.
Today is a mid-week working day. It’s past two o’clock in the afternoon, and there are few pedestrians on the streets of La Défense’s business district. They were all wearing suits and leather shoes and walking in a hurry. Between the tall buildings, light and shadow are mottled. Cars pass by from time to time.
This scene that she was accustomed to in the past made her feel unspeakable emotions at this moment!
Not a depressing one, but an exciting and happy mood!
Who could have imagined the current situation when dark clouds were overtaking us and the building was about to collapse half a month ago.
But Mr. Jing came to Paris and solved the problem. And it’s a big win!
She didn't know what financial capital thought of Mr. Jing, but seeing how the presidents of Zhaoshi Group were eager to kneel down to show their loyalty to her, think about the special banquet hosted by one of France's top richest men, the Pinault family, tonight. , you know the power brought by pressing the richest man in Europe, Bernard Arnault, to the ground and rubbing him!
Dong Lingxi's mind came back to Jing Gao's not-so-handsome but kind, gentle, and unforgettable appearance. He picked up his phone and sent him a WeChat message: "Mr. Jing, I'm proud of you!"
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Under the current changing situation, Karl Behrman, the president of Zhaoshi Group, of course stayed in Paris and worked every day in the headquarters building of Zhaoshi Group in the La Défense business district.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, he summoned seven presidents, including the coo and president Harold Lynn, who were close to him, to the conference room on his floor in the name of a meeting.
Karl Behrman is fifty-six years old this year. He is a typical French old man with curly, half-white hair, a hooked nose, and the arrogance and confidence of a senior professional manager.
Looking at the LVMH Group's stock price projected on the big screen in the conference room, it was 189.24 euros. This is a stock price heading into an upward channel. Karl Behrmann encouraged his men a little impetuously, "
You see, LVMH Group's share price is rising. It won't be long before the stock price will recover or even exceed the previous stock price. This shows that the capital market is optimistic about the prospects of lvmh Group.
I just contacted Mr. Thomas this afternoon, and Mr. Arnault has not given up on us. Reconciling with Mr. Jing now is just a matter of waiting for the right time. We still have value..."
Harold Lynn followed: "Everyone, according to the information I learned from my friends, Mr. Jing is a person who must take revenge. Anyone who has offended him will not end well. You may wish to think about it, he How will I treat you and me..."
The remaining six people were silent amidst the noise from Carl Behrman and Harold Lynn, and no one spoke.
After a dead silence, an old man in his sixties asked: "Why didn't Joseph Kane come?"
Someone replied: "He? He went to lick Ms. Dong's feet a few hours ago."
Another slightly younger CEO said: "Perhaps we should consider talking to Mr. Jing about the bargaining chip for exit?"
"How to talk? Who can't contact Mr. Jing now? After contacting him, how can we make him believe it?"
"Why bother looking far away from the near. Our status can only be discussed with Ms. Dong."
The conference room that had just been dead was revived by the arguments of several presidents, but Carl Behrman and his confidant Harold Lynn looked at each other, all filled with anger and bitterness.
Because the others here did not follow their train of thought at all, but went directly to discuss Mr. Mukai's surrender. This shows that they have lost control over their subordinates.
Ten minutes later, the other six presidents didn't wait for Karl Behrman to announce the adjournment of the meeting, and they all found excuses to leave the meeting room: answer the phone, go to the toilet, or reply to an urgent email.
If you delay for a while longer, Ms. Dong will be off work.
In the conference room, the golden-red sunset shone down, bringing with it the residual warmth of summer. Karl Behrman and Harold Lynn sat numbly at the oval conference table, silent for a long time.
Today's meeting was held in a very sloppy manner, almost like a joke. But it's so real.
No matter how much Carl Behrman encouraged the complicit CEOs, they still dispersed like birds and animals, abandoning him and Harold Lynn.
Harold Lynn looked at the empty conference room, his mouth full of bitterness, "Karl, let's have a drink!"
Karl Behrmann leaned slumped on the comfortable and soft pulley office chair and said in a hoarse voice: "Okay!"
Think back to half a month ago, how beautiful he was? Even Mr. Thomas of the Lagardère Group had to meet his conditions: stocks, salary, position. But what now?
What awaits him in the future? Where will he go from here?
