Xia Shang Culture and Tourism's development of online hotel booking business on Hong Kong Island was actually not smooth. Because a region has its own user habits. The development of Internet+ on Hong Kong Island is completely different from that in China and is relatively lagging behind. Users pay more attention to their own information security.
As the deputy leader of the team sent to Hong Kong Island to develop the market, An Yi has been living in a cheap hotel on Hong Kong Island with his colleagues.
The room was narrow and cramped, and it was a double room. In the morning, there was already a commotion outside the hotel. After all, An Yi graduated from a military academy. He was in very good health and had good living habits. He got up early and ate breakfast of rice rolls outside while thinking about market development. , suddenly received a call from Tang Xuan, "Aunt Tang..."
Tang Xuan's image in front of An Yi was naturally different from that in front of Mr. An. She would not be so casual, but look like an elder. She is now the CEO of Xiangcheng Food Delivery, a position of high authority. He said with a smile: "Xiao Yi, have you had breakfast?"
"I'm eating right now! Aunt Tang, what's going on?" An Yi asked proactively.
Tang Xuan smiled and scolded: "I can't call you if I have nothing to do."
An Yi sneered and said, "Aunt Tang, that's not what I meant."
Tang Xuan laughed and asked, "Have you read the news on the Internet?"
An Yi asked in confusion: "What's the news?" He quickly took a bite of rice rolls and looked at the flow of people walking around on the roadside and the bright sun. The place where he lives is a bit remote, not like a big city at all.
Tang Xuan was a little surprised and said with a smile: "You really don't care. Zhang Jiazhen, the person in charge of Toyotomi of Great Power, committed suicide at his home on Hong Kong Island late last night. It has already made a big fuss. The incident of Mr. An and Mr. Jing taking a photo together, It's over here. What's left is the struggle between Mr. Jing and the Li family. You don't have to escape to Hong Kong Island. How about it, are you interested in returning to the capital?"
An Yi had a rough idea, thought about it, and declined: "Aunt Tang, I'd better stay in Hong Kong Island for a while! I'm back in the capital now, and the heat on this matter hasn't dissipated yet. I'm quite embarrassed when people ask me! "
Tang Xuan said: "That's okay. Xiaoyi, I heard that business development on Hong Kong Island is currently having difficulties. No matter what, the door here at Xiangcheng is always open to you."
"Aunt Tang, thank you." An Yi said gratefully.
"Okay, go ahead and go. I have to go out to the company as well." Tang Xuan hung up the phone, wiped her mouth with a tissue, finished breakfast, met the assistant waiting on the first floor of the villa, and took a car to Xiangcheng Company's location. Headquarters in Wangjing.
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Jinghe Clubhouse.
Fan Yang had a headache early in the morning because of the noise from the children at home, so he ran to Jinghe Club to hide and get close. Huang Mingyuan naturally came to keep him company. The waiter made a pot of good tea and served some pastries.
Fan Yang lazily leaned on the sofa and took a sip from his teacup, "Mingyuan, you are living a good life, the tea is great!"
Huang Mingyuan sat much more calmly and said with a smile: "Where did I live a good life? A friend gave it to me some time ago. It also has a connection. Lu Gangyu, who works in the textile industry, brought Mr. Jing's cousin's My father-in-law opened a factory in Vietnam. Isn’t Mr. Jing getting married? He asked me what kind of gift would be appropriate. I told him that it would be good to give him some tea. Mr. Jing spends 30 to 40 million on tea every year. He sent someone to He bought tea at major auction houses. He listened to my suggestion and gave me some tea leaves by the way."
Fan Yang said with a smile: "It's really nerve-wracking to talk about Jing Gao's wedding. I didn't even receive the invitation, so I don't know if I want to go."
Huang Mingyuan said: "Young Master Fan, Mr. Jing means to handle it in a low-key manner, so many people in the business community have not been invited. Basically, they are his relatives, classmates, and friends."
Fan Yang nodded.
Huang Mingyuan said: "Young Master Fan, did you read the news this morning?"
"What news? It's not on Weibo's hot search." Fan Yang curiously took out his phone.
Huang Mingyuan smiled and said: "Mr. Fan, in addition to Weibo, other news clients such as Toutiao, Tencent News, NetEase News and other news clients have pushed relevant news. It echoes the recent hot search of Dagua on Weibo. Of course, Weibo now lists Zhang Jiazhen The trending search has been removed.”
"Oh? Mader, Internet capital is so abominable. I actually encountered such a thing as an information cocoon room. If there is such a thing, I'll watch the news first."
Fan Yang no longer used the Weapon client to read news. Instead, he changed to Tencent's browser and immediately came across news related to Zhang Jiazhen. After watching it for a few minutes, Fan Yang laughed and said, "Mingyuan, you guys can always do it." Yeah! It just drove Zhang Jiazhen into despair."
Huang Mingyuan smiled bitterly and said: "Young Master Fan, I just saw in the company's internal group chat that it was probably the Li family who killed Zhang Jiazhen."
Fan Yang shook his head and pointed: "Mingyuan, it should be certain that Zhang Jiazhen committed suicide. Then if he committed suicide, he must have been forced into desperation by Jing Gao, and only then did the Li family convince him! Therefore, 80% of the business world knows about this matter. It still has to be attributed to Jing Gao's record. Of course, Jing Gao is in trouble. If this matter spreads to the higher authorities, especially at this time point, when peace and tranquility are needed, it might make his impression worse. Big reduction.”
Huang Mingyuan pondered and concluded: "So, Mr. Fan, what you mean is that Zhang Jiazhen's matter is settled, and it will increase Mr. Jing's reputation, but it will have an impact on him in the future. We must find a way to eliminate the impact of this matter. The Li family is quite vicious."
"Does this need to be said?" Fan Yang said lazily, "That cucumber can do anything. However, I don't think you need to remind Mr. Jing. He is smart and he will definitely have a way to do this."
Huang Mingyuan nodded, "Yes."
Things didn't reach the top so quickly. Therefore, Mr. Jing still has a chance to make amends. I just don’t know what Mr. Jing’s approach is?
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Saturday is still a day off for overtime work. In the morning, Chu Maotong went to work at the headquarters of Hanhai Auction House in Liulichang. Of course, a boss like him doesn't have holidays.
Along the way, people kept saying hello, "Hello, Mr. Chu."
"Yes." Chu Maotong responded with a curt nod, clasping his hands behind his back, sighing in his mind at the news that came this morning: Zhang Jiazhen committed suicide.
Mr. Jing is awesome!
Zhang Jiazhen is just a big idiot. Is it so easy to share Mr. Jing's photo? Are the results out now? All Hong Kong-funded spokespersons and gold-medal producers in the entertainment industry were wiped out.
He also breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart. The group photo was taken at Hanhai Auction House. The matter is finally settled. He apologized to Mr. Jing through Huang Mingyuan, the person in charge of Jinghe Club. Fortunately, he explained the matter clearly.
He made an appointment with Zheng Xiaobing, Mr. Jing's secretary, to have tea together tomorrow morning and talk about antiques.
The capable female secretary was already working at the desk at the door of his office. She stood up and said, "Mr. Chu, Li Xin, the housekeeper of Villa No. 3 of Yuntu Villa, called and wants to talk to you."
"Oh? Hurry up and get through. Did she say anything happened?" Chu Maotong was suddenly shocked. How could he not know whose residence was in Villa No. 3 of Yuntu Villa?
"It seems that I, Tinghua Feng, want to ask you to send someone over to appraise the price of a batch of antique artifacts."
Chu Maotong strode into the office and loudly ordered: "Xiao Le, quickly answer the phone."
