She sent the memorandum to Lin Shuping: "The Mid-Autumn Festival requires us to jointly maintain the relationships. Look at what else you want to add.
After Lin Shuping read the memo carefully, he typed: "Add Shen Zhiyan of Kunpeng Technology."
Jun Ziyi said: "I heard that your cooperation has gone bad."
Lin Shuping said: "Shen Zhiyan has a classmate who plans to return to China from Silicon Valley to start a business. I need him to be a ladder."
Jun Ziyi said "Oh".
After Lin Shuping finished talking about business, he turned off the screen of his mobile phone and then raised his head to argue with Jun Ziyi: "Shame on you? How can I embarrass you? Everyone here is an entrepreneur. Who do you associate with, and you, an administrative person, are so embarrassed?" He said Stress the word "administration".
Jun Ziyi glanced at him: "Everyone knows about your relationship with Zhao Minmin. How can I not be embarrassed if I go?"
Lin Shuping waved his hand: "What are these, Wang Minmin, Zhao Minmin, Zhou Minmin? It's just a show, I don't care, what do you care about? You are my wife."
Jun Ziyi smiled indifferently: "Do you care about your wife? What you care about is the character of 'having a wife', right?"
Her words fell to the ground in vain, and Lin Shuping did not respond. The two of them couldn't even quarrel.
The phone rang suddenly. Lin Shuping pressed it casually, looked at the time, and stood up: "We will consider the Mid-Autumn Festival list again. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
Jun Ziyi sat aside and said coldly: "Yanyan wants dad to play with her. If you are free."
Lin Shuping looked at the time again: "It's really too late today. I have a meeting to hold. Let's wait for another day."
The phone vibrated again and again. Lin Shuping accidentally pressed the answer button, and a sweet voice spread like a scent in the quiet room——
"Brother Ping, are you ready to go?"
Lin Shuping pressed down the phone in embarrassment, and Jun Ziyi looked at him with a half-smile.
Both of them were decent enough to be too lazy to argue.
The door closed and the room became quiet again. Jun Ziyi stood up, picked up a bottle of perfume, and sprayed it in the air a few times.
The phone vibrated. She picked it up and saw a new message in the collaborative office software.
Wang Qi asked her: "Sister Ziyi, this is the business trip ticket I booked for you. Take a look."
Jun Ziyi looked at the time, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival. She asked: "What business trip?"
Wang Qian said: "Mr. Shi, Mr. Lin, Mr. Zhou and you are on a business trip to Qingdao for inspection. Have you forgotten?"
Junziyi paused and said, "I want to accompany my husband to an event during the Mid-Autumn Festival. The time here is not convenient."
Wang Qian said "Ah".
Jun Ziyi said: "You can refund the check. Regarding my family matters, I will talk to Mr. Shi myself."
…
"It will be the Mid-Autumn Festival soon." Charles said while driving.
As the car drove into Shenzhen, Guan Xi noticed an unread text message on his phone, warning that a typhoon was about to land.
She turned off the phone screen.
"Did you also receive a typhoon alert?"
Guan Xi said "hmm". Charles looked ahead and sighed: "The typhoon shouldn't blow until the Mid-Autumn Festival, right? It's my vacation!"
The sun is still shining brightly in Shenzhen at the moment. Guan Xi reached out and opened the light shield on the passenger seat and looked up. Along Shennan Avenue, there is a clear blue sky above your head.
On the radio, the host was saying: "The 'Yongda Future City' built by Yongda Group in Zhengzhou has been unfinished for ten years. Angry buyers gathered and tore down the word 'Yongda' on the door. Become a 'city of the future'..."
Charles said: "There are many unfinished buildings in Yongda Group recently?"
Guan Xi said: "Well, there are many. Boss Xu likes to owe money for business. You must not buy their house."
Charles said: "How can we still owe money to do business? He dares to borrow it, and the bank dares to let him owe it?"
Guan Xi said: "Loans are money owed to the bank, and off-plan properties are money owed to the people. In this era, the boss is the one who owes the debt."
Charles sighed: "Won't he be unable to sleep?"
Guan Xi said: "Not only did he eat well and sleep well, he also used people's money to give himself crazy dividends of 50.3 billion. He also used his personal name to buy Yongda Group's bonds and set an interest rate of 13 points for himself. , I get 200 million in interest every year. You see, just spend the money in a clear way and become a clean businessman."
The subway was crowded with young people carrying computers on their way to work. They poured out of rental houses in urban villages all over Shenzhen, wearing cheap black suits, squeezing the early subway train across the underground city, sweating profusely. Their dream is to save money and buy a house in Shenzhen, and then become urban workers who can enjoy education and medical care.
The car was stuck for a while and then moved on. After a while, the car stopped: "We're here."
Guan Xi looked up at the red word "Zhuoxiu", shining in the bright sunshine.
This is the headquarters of Zhuoxiu Group.
It was also a place she was familiar with.
Charles said: "Li Zhuoxiu wants to see you, will you be nervous?"
Guan Xi thought for a while and said frankly: "A little bit."
She walked into the Zhuoxiu Group building. Mi Rujia from the Secretariat Department stood at the front desk and waved: "Mr. Guan, this way."
She opened the elevator and Guan Xi walked in.
…
The elevator moved up silently.
Guan Xi said: "Is the old president in good health?"
Mi Rujia said softly: "You can go greet the old president yourself."
The elevator chirps to indicate arrival. Mi Rujia swiped her card and the glass door opened. Guan Xi followed Mi Rujia through the secretarial department. Mi Rujia reported to the general secretary: "Guan Xi is here."
The general secretary said: "Wait a moment." She dialed the internal phone: "Guan Xi is here."
After a few minutes, the door opened. Zhang Zhiyao, the president's secretary, walked out with a smile: "Xi Xi! The old president is talking about you. Long time no see!"
The words and deeds of the president’s secretary represent the president himself. She will be happy because Li Zhuoxiu is happy and angry because Li Zhuoxiu is angry.
Zhang Zhiyao's intimacy made the people in the secretarial department look at Guan Xi with genuine smiles.
The two exchanged pleasantries, and Guan Xi followed Zhang Zhiyao through the quiet corridor. Guan Xi noticed that a thick carpet was newly laid under the corridor, and there was no sound when his footsteps fell on it.
For today's housing prices, quietness, sunshine, air, and greenery are all luxuries.
Many new abstract paintings have been hung on both sides. Zhang Zhiyao noticed Guan Xi's gaze and said proactively, "It was the old president's current partner who made the decision."
"Still the same one from before?" The young partner who is thirty-five years younger than the old president, the one photographed by the newspaper?
"No." Zhang Zhiyao smiled slightly.
Guan Xi understood. It seems that the new partner is a lover of abstract art.
Guan Xi did not ask what to do with the expensive harness hanging in the corridor. Before the expensive harnesses, neon LED lighting hung in the hallway. In front of the lights are pictures of ballet dancers. Before the photo, it was...
The decoration of the corridor changes according to the different wishes of the old president's different partners.
But decoration is just decoration and not important at all.
Zhang Zhiyao stood in front of a door. She swiped her card and the door slowly opened.
Bright sunshine fills the entire office, and the blue sky can be seen outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Behind the large and smooth desk, the woman in a dark suit slowly raised her head.
Li Zhuoxiu.
"Mr. Zhuo Xiu." Guan Xi greeted and walked towards the woman.
…
"Mr. Yu? Mr. Yu?" Li Hong reminded.
Only then did Yu Ben come back to his senses. Li Hong sighed: "Mr. Zhuo Xiu asked Guan Xi about the owners who were causing trouble a few days ago. Why are you so restless?"
Li Hong is 57 years old this year. She is an old employee who has been with Li Zhuoxiu for decades. Now she has retired and returned to the company. She has deep qualifications and rich experience. Yu Ben couldn't tell others, but he could say to Li Hong: "Sister Hong, why didn't the old president ask Shi Yuan for questioning or Jun Ziyi for questioning? Instead, he asked Guan Xi to come over for questioning?"
Li Hong said: "Because she resolved the turmoil in a short time, Guan Xi is very famous now - almost everyone in the industry is talking about her. So it is normal for Zhuo Xiu to see Guan Xi all the time."
Yu Ben frowned: "Does the old president have such specific control?"
Li Hong reminded him: "This is the reason given by the group, so it can only be this reason."
Does the old CEO have time to train a manager?
Is this nurturing or co-opting?
Yu Ben said nothing.
Li Hong said directly: "Yuben, you are actually the project manager. Even if you don't like Guan Xi, don't make it too obvious. This will make it difficult for everyone to work."
Don't like Guan Xi?
Yu Ben frowned resistingly: "How can I not like her?"
He knew very clearly that he didn't hate Guan Xi at all. Not only do I not dislike it, I even admire it.
so.
He refused to think about the reasons for his resistance to Guan Xi.
