On the afternoon of October 14th, Yang Wan, deputy director of the marketing department of Guahao.com, arrived in Shanghai from Yangcheng.
He had mixed emotions along the way. Although Yangcheng had done a good job, the industry environment at this time was not at all as fiery as it was during the previous subsidy war, and the work completed also felt much less valuable.
Especially, I don’t know what news will be announced at the staff meeting tomorrow, which makes people even more uneasy.
Lay off? Reduce wages? Transfer to Yike next door?
Yang Wan has heard some rumors in the past few days, and his immediate boss has also briefly communicated a few words on the phone, but the specific extent and how to implement it are not sure, so he has to worry.
He cherishes his current job very much, is grateful for the opportunity given by his boss, and is grateful for the company's attention. If it is not a last resort, he will definitely not leave Guanhao.com, but he is not sure what will happen to other people in the team.
After all, people’s hearts are separated from each other.
After all, everyone has a wife, and if you are like me, you have to consider your children.
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Yang Wan rolled up the newspaper in his hand and tapped on the window of the bus, thinking that he would have to ask someone when he arrived at the company today. At least he had some relatively certain information so he could make early plans.
Otherwise, even if you want to help the company persuade the employees in the team, it’s hard to open your mouth. You can’t just talk nonsense.
“Hello, is this seat unoccupied?”
A man wearing a peaked cap with a strange accent asked politely.
Yang Wan looked up and immediately smiled and said: "No one, what a coincidence, I was sitting next to you just now."
"What a coincidence." The young man obviously didn't mean to say anything more, so he nodded and sat down.
Yang Wan smiled at him and returned his attention to his company.
However, many business elites could not think of a better way out for Guahao.com, so naturally he could not think of any solution.
Yang Wan is actually self-aware, and he is suitable for execution work. He really has no insight into strategic development.
The airport bus started slowly, and the sky outside also dimmed.
Yang Wan turned on the small light on his seat and unfolded the newspaper he bought from Yangcheng when boarding the plane. After reading it for an unknown number of times, he saw the review and deduction of the "Fang Zhuo Initiative". Many people outside the company were also very concerned about the registration.
The next step of the Internet.
“Hey, hello, is this Yike famous in Shanghai?” The young man next to him suddenly spoke up and pointed to the words in the newspaper.
"Yike." Yang Wan was a little funny. This is really the right person to ask, otherwise it would be difficult for others to brag. "Yike got the championship of 20 million yuan in financing on a platform like CCTV, and only in the initial stage he had 20 million yuan."
The valuation of 100 million is quite impressive.”
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He went on to boast: "What's even more powerful is the boss of Yike, who is young and promising. Not only did he single-handedly get money from CCTV, but he also founded a famous registration network in China from scratch."
Yang Wan paused and asked: "You should know about the registration website, right?"
The young man said nothing and only shook his head.
Yang Wan was a little disappointed and said regretfully: "Guahao.com is one of the first batch of national-level Internet innovation industry enterprises. I won't mention other small honors. It just fought a vigorous subsidy war in the summer. Haven't you read the news?
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The young man still shook his head.
“Well, anyway, the registration website is quite famous, and Mr. Fang Zhuofang is also very good. Yike has such a good start, and it will definitely become more powerful in the future.” Yang Wan thought about the logic for a while, and even became more confident in himself.
The young man nodded thoughtfully and said politely: "Thank you."
Yang Wan stopped reading the newspaper and judged: "You are from the other side of the river, right?"
“Is my accent obvious?” The young man was a little surprised.
“The ending sound of Baodao is quite iconic.” Yang Wan was happy to make friends, but also a little curious, “You are so young, do you come to Shanghai to work or to visit relatives?”
“Work,” the young man replied.
This man was too concise and to the point. Yang Wan smiled at him and stopped thinking about chatting more. He said, "Then I wish you all the best in your work in the mainland."
“Thank you.” The young man thanked him, paying attention to the ending sound this time.
He waited for a while before taking out the earphones from his pocket and putting them into his ears. He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes to meditate.
The airport bus stops are far apart. As time goes by, the number of people in the bus gradually decreases, but the young man next to Yang Wan never gets off the bus.
When they finally arrived at Plaza 66, Yang Wan and the young man got up almost at the same time.
“What a coincidence, you’re here too?” Yang Wan was surprised.
“Yes.” The young man replied with a motorcycle accent.
The two of them got out of the car together.
Yang Wan said goodbye politely to the young man and walked towards the office building.
Unexpectedly, the young people behind me also walked in the same direction after taking a moment to look at them.
“Well, what a coincidence.” Yang Wan couldn’t help but say something else at the door of the office building. Then, standing in the elevator and watching the other person press “23”, he blurted out, “What a coincidence, you’re also going to the 23rd floor?”
The young man also felt that it was quite a fate, and said with a smile: "Yes, if I am not wrong, it is here."
Yang Wan recalled the brief chat on the bus, took out his business card from his arms and handed it over, introducing himself: "Yang Wan, deputy director of the marketing department of Guahao.com, are you going to Yike when you go to the 23rd floor?"
"Yes." The young man took the business card and was a little at a loss. He was not prepared for this, so he had to ask, "How do you know? Wait, you are the deputy director of the registration network?"
Yang Wan suppressed a smile: "Because there are only two companies on the 23rd floor of Hang Lung. If you want to work in the mainland, you will go to Yike, right? Then maybe we will be colleagues in the future."
"Hello, I am Jay Chou, Mr. Yang, who has come to Yike to shoot advertisements and endorsements. Please give me your advice." The young talent thought of announcing his family status and was a little shy when it came to advertisements and endorsements. This was his first endorsement invitation in mainland China.
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Furthermore, the endorsement is actually related to music.
Yang Wan was stunned, advertising and endorsements? Who is Jay Chou? I have never heard of it.
He thought for a while and said more sincerely: "Mr. Zhou is very polite, and the endorsement went well."
Jay Chou smiled. As the elevator numbers changed, he felt a little nervous. He came ahead of schedule this time because his economic team was delayed due to the weather in the Strait.
Ding dong, the 23rd floor has arrived.
Jay Chou goes to the left and Yang Wan goes to the right.
After a while, Yang Wan, who was briefly strolling around the company, learned that his boss was next door in a good mood. He decided to meet Mr. Fang and inquire about the situation.
Soon, Yang Wan saw the young fellow who was quietly listening to the lecture in the conference room.
“What a coincidence, Mr. Yang.” Jay Chou took the initiative to speak this time.
“It’s such a coincidence, Mr. Zhou.” Yang Wan didn’t know how to call this young man, so he simply used a popular name.
Fang Zhuo, who was holding an M1 player in the main seat, looked at the two people suspiciously: "Have you seen them?"
He didn’t wait for Yang Wan’s answer and added: “Don’t call me Mr. Zhou, call me Director Zhou.”
The two of them asked in unison: "Why?"
Fang Zhuo smiled and said: "The company's projects have code names, and everyone has a nickname. Jay's nickname here is Jay Chou."
Jay Chou believed it, thought about it, and found it acceptable.
Yang Wan was wondering, does everyone in Yike have a fancy name?
He suddenly thought of the portal news he had seen before, and guessed that the boss's nickname was "Venture Capital Hunter" or "Equity Guardian", or "Insurance President".
This chapter has been completed!