There was a fifteen-minute break during the meeting. Jing Gao sat in the lounge of the provincial government building, surrounded by his subordinates or quasi-subordinates. Seeing the "prey" Song Heng, the chairman of Fuzhong Group, at this time is just disturbing people's hearts and is something that a wise man will not take.
Jing Gao said to Fei Jiayi, "Jiayi, I won't see him. Go and talk to him."
Tan Yunqiu, who was wearing a green cheongsam, as cool as a winter plum, and wearing a fox fur coat, said with a smile: "Brother Jing, let me go with Assistant Fei!"
Cao Su thought for a moment and said, "Okay!" He said to Ke Beichan, who was ordinary-looking and of medium height, "Mr. Ke, continue."
Ke Beichan took a deep breath and remembered what his friend Tan Yunqiu said to him: "Beichan, Phoenix Group and Taichu Group have problems with their heritage. Many enterprises and companies only have a history of two or three years. Therefore, Mr. Jing's hand There is a lack of senior management talents. Many subordinates who started his business with him in the early days are slowly fading out of management due to ability issues. His main talent pool still relies on the previous Galaxy Group.
For example: Guo Siyue, An Xiaoqian, Tang Xuan, Cheng Herong and others. This time Zuo Hao, the head of Phoenix Fund, was suspended. It is said that Mr. Jing intends to recruit Ren He's former secretary Song Fa, and even the working emperor, the former Galaxy Group CEO Watson, who has gone to work for a foreign-funded enterprise, is rumored to be working for the Phoenix Group. This is a great opportunity for you. You must seize this opportunity to leave a deep impression in front of Mr. Jing. In this way, you can go to a larger platform to display your management talents! "
Ke Beichan smiled at Jing Gao and said clearly: "William Zhu is a Chinese-American. He founded the first literary website in China, Under the Banyan Tree, in 1997. Many excellent works emerged under the Banyan Tree that year.
At that time, "Death Diary", which broadcast cancer and cherished life, Baby Annie, "Love Lost in the Internet", and "Please Forget Me in Chengdu Tonight". What impressed me most was "Sou Shen Ji" written by the wild fox under the tree. "
Jing Gao couldn't help but interject: "Chengdu is a great city! I have met folk singer Zhao Lei, and he composed a song "Chengdu" that is very nice. I recommend it to you."
Jiang Xinjing, the beautiful woman in charge of the reception, smiled and said, "Mr. Jing, this is a popular song. But it's really nice."
Jing Gao smiled and made a continue gesture to Ke Beichen.
Ke Beichan continued: "Mr. William Zhu has always been unwilling to accept financing. Later, the daily operating funds of the website were too large, and he could not hold on. In 2002, he sold it to Bestaman for US$10 million. Now this Companies are subsidiaries of Sony.
Mr. William Zhu joined Shanda in 2003. He joined Shanda at its most difficult time and became Shanda's only vice president, under Chen Tianqiao. He left Shanda two years later at the height of its glory.
At the invitation of a friend from an investment bank, he joined a gaming company. At its most difficult time, the company had only 18 people and only had 180,000 yuan on its books. After one year and eight months when he was in charge, the company had grown to 4,000 employees. employees and book capital of 60 million yuan. And it has also received tens of millions of dollars in financing. Street basketball is made by this game company.
Then he left his job again and turned to the online game industry in 2007, where he became successful. His business experience is continuous entrepreneurship and continuous success. And there are many people following him. Talking about ideals alone is awesome, but talking about ideals alone with a group of people is a crime! But he succeeded.
My dream is also to be able to navigate the business world like this! He can both turn the tide and retreat calmly and gracefully to pursue his ideals. "
Jing Gao really didn't know that there was such a strange person in China's business history. He said with approval: "What an awesome person! When we have time in the future, we will visit this awesome person together. Of course, I have to bring my friends with me. My literature Very poor quality."
His father-in-law and mother-in-law are the ones with high literary attainments. His beloved wife Li Mengwei has just started in this area. The main reason is that although Weiwei has a good foundation in classical literature, her interest is not in it. Her major in college was actually mathematics. Her current graduate degree is in Chinese-English translation.
"Haha!" Everyone laughed in agreement.
Ke Beichan said quickly: "Okay." He didn't know whether this "interview" was a success or a failure.
At this time, a staff member came over and informed Jinggao and others to go in and continue the meeting.
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While Jing Gao was listening to Ke Beichen's story about more than ten years ago, in a small lounge not far next door, Tan Yunqiu and Fei Jiayi, two beauties with different styles, and the waiting Fuzhong Group Chairman Song Heng met.
A tiger cannot be defeated by a fight. Fuzhong Group is currently facing many difficulties, but after all, it is one of the top three private enterprises in Jiangsu Province. Song Heng was also invited today and could also get a lounge.
When Song Heng saw Fei Jiayi, who was 1.8 meters tall and wearing high heels as sexy and tall as a supermodel, he was obviously angry. When he saw Tan Yunqiu, his mood calmed down a little.
If Jinggao only sent an assistant to see him, this would be extremely arrogant. Everyone knew that Tan Yunqiu was a woman from Jinggao, which was actually acceptable.
Tan Yunqiu has a height of 1.72 meters, dignified and bright facial features, cool temperament, and beautiful appearance. She didn't sit down either. She stood, as cool and beautiful as a plum blossom in full bloom, and said coldly: "Mr. Song, we Mr. Jing don't want to see you. Why are you doing this?"
Song Heng's dull expression changed, and he said coldly: "Miss Tan, Mr. Jing wants to destroy my Fuzhong Group, why do you hesitate to see me? If he has my cooperation, it will be easier for him to accept it, right?" ?I stand by my opinion!”
Tan Yunqiu said calmly: "What do you want to talk about?"
The anger in Song Heng's heart suddenly burst out. He stood up and glared at Tan Yunqiu: "What do I want to talk about? I want to talk about why he is so petty and brings the grievances of his juniors into the business. Moreover, Isn't my son's ex-girlfriend now a taboo? Isn't he afraid of being criticized? It's great when a big fish eats a small fish, right? Isn't he afraid of violating taboos?
I want to talk to him about where in the world did I, Song Heng, offend him to resort to such ruthless measures. Tens of thousands of employees of our Fuzhong Group have lost their jobs. Can he shoulder this responsibility?
I also want to talk to him about why he didn't even give me a chance to admit defeat. Mr. Yi Jing's current power in the business world is not that of a martial arts leader, but more powerful than a martial arts leader. Do I need to fight him to the death? "
Fei Jiayi opened his mouth in slight shock. She didn't expect to hear these words. Don't look at Song Heng's scolding, which was very loud, angry and threatening. But the basic meaning is actually the same: I want to surrender!
She naturally understood that Tan Yunqiu was a refined person, a good communicator, and had first-class emotional intelligence. After being surprised, she looked at Song Heng with a somewhat complicated expression, and sighed leisurely: "Mr. Song, the matter has come to this, what can we do about it?" The bow has no turning arrow! Your surrender was expressed too late."
This game started a few months ago. Now all the funds invested by all parties have to eat meat. Brother Jing can’t stop it either!
If Song Heng wanted to admit defeat, he should actually go to Haizhou to congratulate Brother Jing at his wedding on November last year, and admit defeat to Brother Jing in person. Only then could he be forgiven.
Song Heng stood there blankly, then shouted, "Ah..." and fell backward.
In the lounge, his assistants and bodyguards immediately panicked and rushed towards him.
"Mr. Song!"
"Mr. Song!"
The scene was extremely chaotic.
