Mud is Pan Qiaomu's true feeling at this moment.
During the dinner, the CEO of a clothing brand that focuses on women's sports experience asked everyone to introduce themselves: "Introduce your name, industry, measurements, and what time you plan to go home today! The later you go home, the higher the reward!"
There was a lot of laughter at the dinner party. Pan Qiaomu didn't find it funny.
At half past ten, he left voluntarily.
At Pan Qiaomu's request, assistant Han Fang finally learned to prepare hangover medicine in advance. He frowned and drank half the glass, smelling the odor of tobacco and alcohol on his body.
In the car, Han Fang once again persuaded: "Brother Qiao Mu, do we really want to fight for such a customer?"
Either he's looking for a woman, or he's hinting at a kickback. Otherwise, the internal processes are in a mess, small groups form cliques, and the same company has to compete with each other to stumble.
From the Korean perspective, although the requirements of these businesses are low, everything from business to work style to values is unpleasant.
Han Fang has just graduated from undergraduate degree for one year, which is hard to accept.
Pan Qiaomu asked him: "You majored in finance. What do you think the profitability of the cultural heritage sector is?"
South Korea said in embarrassment: "It depends on the operation method. But... cultural heritage needs to be protected, which means that its self-profit ability is very limited."
How do you make money, Cantonese opera? How is it possible that it is well received but not popular?
Pan Qiaomu said "Yeah": "Changlefang is a cultural real estate. There is nothing now, and the profitability in the future is very limited. Let me put it bluntly: you can't support yourself by engaging in culture."
Han Fang looked at Pan Qiaomu in shock. The true thoughts he tried so hard to conceal were bluntly exposed by Pan Qiaomu.
Pan Qiaomu nodded: "Yes, this is my judgment. So, do you think I came to Changlefang to attract investment because I was optimistic about the value of the Changlefang project?"
of course not. Pan Qiaomu has no expectations for the commercial value of Changlefang.
Now that Zhuoxiu Group's positions are frozen, it's hard for him to get promoted.
Promotion is Pan Qiaomu's only purpose in coming to the Changlefang project.
Pan Qiaomu said: "In the workplace, my professional behavior is not linked to my thoughts, understand. My expectations and judgments about Changlefang do not affect my work performance at the moment. It doesn't matter whether I am not optimistic about it or not happy about it, it doesn't matter. It’s your emotion, it’s your personal matter.”
Han Fang heard the meaning of Pan Qiaomu's beating.
He sat up straight: "I also want to finish the work, but...those merchants are making things difficult for me. When we talk about business, at least we must be neither humble nor arrogant."
Pan Qiaomu said sharply: "The Changlefang project has no reputation and no profit, so we have no value. If there is no value, then ask others. Smiling, bowing your head, kneeling, and shining shoes are basic skills. Things like today will continue to happen. You I’m imagining something that’s neither humble nor arrogant.”
Han Fang said: "But..."
Pan Qiaomu asked: "Where did you graduate?"
South Korea reported a prestigious school.
Pan Qiaomu said: "Unless you are valuable, forget your aura of a prestigious school and give up your nobility." He tapped Han Fang's shoulder and "step your feet into the mud."
Pan Qiaomu remembered the thoughtful mineral water, chicken breast, small scissors and disposable dishes that night.
No one, man or woman, is naturally good at serving another person. The ability to observe people's words and be considerate is almost always beaten out by society.
As a young man, Han Fang still had innocence and illusions, but that girl stepped into the mud early.
Han Fang turned his head towards the car window and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Brother Qiao Mu, I will get into the mood as soon as possible."
Pan Qiaomu followed his gaze and looked out.
This is a suburb of a third-tier city. It's nine o'clock in the evening and there are no lights on the streets.
Pan Qiaomu knew what Han Fang was thinking: He thought that the business society was about luxury, feasting, and elites gathering together to talk and laugh. But that's just what he thought. The real business society is only dirty, rough and muddy.
Pan Qiaomu did not continue beating. The decision itself to choose Zhuoxiu Group instead of taking the public examination proved that Han Fang was a person with strong desires. He will think it over and make his own choice.
Two people's mobile phones lit up at the same time. A new email alert pops up.
"What is it..." Han Fang clicked and his voice stopped suddenly.
Pan Qiaomu also saw this email. From Guan Xi.
The email was originally sent to Jun Ziyi. The content was to report to Jun Ziyi the progress and nodes of the public relations resource combing, and explained that the public relations map of the Changlefang project was being updated. The number reached... the coverage covered... the frequency of linkage reached... and so on. .
However, this email was copied to the business managers and functional managers of Yuecheng Company and the Changlefang project, as well as to all employees of the Changlefang project department.
Everyone knows that Pan Qiaomu has not handed over to Guan Xi.
Guan Xi's move was to show his yin and yang in front of everyone.
…
Pan Qiaomu felt like he had been slapped.
Han Fang was shocked and blurted out: "Where did she get the public relations resources? Haven't you never told her about it? Did Brother Ben give it to her? How did she do it?"
Even though Pan Qiaomu had never had any expectations for the emotional intelligence of his work assistant, it still felt harsh at this moment. He put away his usual smile and clicked on the email.
He had only been away for less than ten days, and he did not believe that Guan Xi could rebuild the project's public relations resources from scratch.
"Yu Ben." Pan Qiaomu whispered, "Yu Ben must have helped her."
In less than ten days, has Yu Ben already favored Guan Xi? Pan Qiaomu sneered, but even if Yu Ben gave public relations resources to Guan Xi, what would be the use? He had been working with those people for so long, how could they approve of her?
Han Fang whispered: "But she held a successful interview."
Pan Qiaomu asked, "So what?"
The so-called holding an exclusive interview sounds lofty, but it is just the icing on the cake of Changlefang's basic work, a piece of KPI data.
Pan Qiaomu made a prompt decision and started dialing the phone regardless of the time of nine o'clock in the evening. He confessed with a smile, explained that he was on a business trip during this period, and finally said casually: "During my business trip, my colleagues helped to contact you. Now that my business trip is over, I will return to Yuecheng tomorrow. I will still contact you in the future... Let's find Time for a meal?”
"No one has contacted you?" Pan Qiaomu's voice rose slightly.
Didn’t Guan Xi use project resources? Yu Ben didn't help her?
So, how did she integrate new resources in such a short period of time?
Pan Qiaomu held the phone and stopped smiling.
His face became serious.
The voice on the other side was unceremonious: "Mr. Pan, why didn't you hand over your work clearly when you were on a business trip? No one has contacted me recently. As a result, our company missed the interview with Changlefang. My leader has a big opinion on me! It's not me. I blame you, but I am still following the Changlefang line, right? How do you want me to carry out my work? "
Pan Qiaomu didn't speak for a long time. After the other person vented his emotions, he said carefully: "I'm really sorry. I apologize to you on Guan Xi's behalf. She just came to the project and is not familiar with the business process. I will go back tomorrow and face you in person. Make amends, okay?”
"Your name is Guan Xi, right? I remember it! How did you recruit this person! Don't let her appear in front of me in the future!" The other party hung up the phone.
The carriage suddenly became quiet. Pan Qiaomu thought for a moment.
"Buy a plane ticket tomorrow morning and go back to Yuecheng." He broke the calm.
