Fang Zhuo changed his speech temporarily, leaving behind his original long speech about globalization, and chose a small point to express his inner feelings.
Today is the annual meeting of Chinese business leaders. The scale is extraordinary. Here are leaders from all walks of life. The value of any one of them is far greater than that of the company in Fang Zhuo's hands.
In fact, the annual revenue of many companies is higher than that of the entire Internet industry. Land is sold for tens of billions, computers are sold for 20 billion, milk is sold for 10 billion, and mobile phones are sold for billions.
Regardless of assets, resources, or influence, Fang Zhuo is far inferior to the seniors here, but it was precisely when he saw his seniors that he became more inspired.
All of you here talk about wanting more and giving less.
When we talk about globalization and liberalization, capital develops more, but when we talk about bringing the rich first and leading the poor later, people benefit less.
Of course, it is normal for companies to talk about this, but it is not offensive for a group of entrepreneurs who have made their companies the best in the current environment to talk about social responsibility.
Don't talk nonsense, don't listen nonsense.
Fang Zhuo's sentiments seemed abrupt in the crowd of speeches. He stepped down from the stage with obviously less enthusiastic applause. He passed by the conscience of American imperialism, passed by transnational capital, and sat in his seat.
Ma Huateng was a little puzzled by the sudden change of the young CEO. He clearly had the manuscript in hand, so why did he suddenly come on stage to say these things?
"Mr. Fang, your improvisation is too willful. I think your speech on globalization in this manuscript is very profound."
The host on the stage has already started calling the next guest.
"Hey, everyone has talked a lot about globalization, and I don't have much to say. I just want to talk about the sense of responsibility of our business leaders." Fang Zhuo shrugged and said relaxedly, "I, as a Yike seller, feel poor.
The wealth gap is quite large.”
He smiled and said: "Isn't it pleasing?"
Ma Huateng thought for a while and commented euphemistically: "It's more old-school."
"There has to be a process from freedom to old school." Fang Zhuo didn't want to say more and changed the topic, "I'll listen to it this afternoon. I will reply tomorrow and I have to fly to New York. It's a lot of work."
"No matter how many people want to go to New York to do business, they can't," Ma Huateng said.
"There is a person in front of me. We are fighting on two fronts. There is no splash on both fronts." Fang Zhuo babbled. The head of Lenovo sitting in front of him sent people to New York to hold a player brand launch conference, but Windows supports and
No's gap period has passed, and now it is difficult to make any progress.
Moreover, unlike China, the copyright space in the United States is tightened very quickly.
Apple and Yike both have their own software to help users convert music formats if they are sued. It is impossible for Lenovo to shake the current market with only hardware products.
Ma Huateng smiled and remained cautious without commenting on his senior.
The opening ceremony in the morning was over, and the buffet banquet at noon was still the same as yesterday, but it was more lively than yesterday.
Yesterday everyone came to sign in, and today we got to know each other from our respective circles or social interactions.
Fang Zhuo had a great time chatting with the presidents of the two portals, and had some general discussions about the future development direction. He was not only the president of Sina, but also the president of a fund to ask about stock prices.
"Mr. Ding, I heard that your "Westward Journey 2" has received a good response? Can you polish the financial report next month? My private equity is still waiting for the profit to be delivered."
Ding Lei smiled bitterly, he was still being urged to do this when attending a meeting: "Not next month, but at the end of the year. If you have time, you can try our game and give us some advice."
Fang Zhuo babbled a few words and turned around to change his drink.
Unexpectedly, he took two steps and bumped into Lenovo's Liu Chuanzhi turning around from the table, and the two met each other.
Fang Zhuo nodded in greeting without intending to speak.
"Fang Zhuo, are you still studying "Selected Works"?" Liu Chuanzhi opened his mouth and directly addressed him by name.
Fang Zhuo smiled: "It's not about research, I just want to be educated when I have free time."
"Young people, don't just read a few words and then impatiently take it out." Liu Chuanzhi has the teaching style of a senior in the world, "You, a young man, just talk about the responsibility of an entrepreneur."
Fang Zhuo smiled slightly and said politely and sarcastically: "No, I would rather have an old senior like me come up than talk about this."
Liu Chuanzhi choked.
Fang Zhuo picked up the wine glass, turned and left.
He really didn't like this guy, and he was an old brother of Lao Duan, so he had nothing to talk about.
Liu Chuanzhi was old after all, so he thought for a while before he figured out how to refute.
He had criticized Fang Zhuo's hostile takeover of Sina in the media before, but now that he saw him, he felt domineering.
Liu Chuanzhi decided to argue with this young and powerful CEO on this occasion.
However, by the time the afternoon meeting ended, Mr. Liu did not see President Yike again at the banquet or the next day's meeting.
Fang Zhuo has ended his trip to the China Business Leaders Annual Meeting ahead of schedule.
He feels that he does not have enough weight to come here yet. When he is qualified, he will designate the theme of this annual meeting next time to be "Do you entrepreneurs talk about corporate social responsibility?"
On September 16, President Yike returned to Shanghai with the results of controlling Sina. He did not go home immediately and went directly to the company.
I haven’t seen him for a while, and the people in the company are not used to it. He was fine when he left, but when he came back, he was the CEO of Sina.
Did this CEO become so easy?
However, the middle and high-level management are doing okay, partly because there are frequent conference calls, and partly because Yike’s current business is on track.
As the powerful vice president of Yike, Su Wei's gentle personality is very suitable for the current development of the company.
"Mr. Fang, where will you work from now on?"
Su Wei asked Fang Zhuo a question when the meeting was over.
"Wherever they need me, I'll be there, and then the other company will form a special team to follow me." Fang Zhuo said with a smile, "How about it?"
"No problem, this is worthy of the CEO of a company with a net worth of 200 million US dollars." Su Wei agreed, and then asked, "You haven't been attending the meeting these two days, why did you come back early?"
"Oh, I just gained a lot of experience. After I gained a lot of experience, I felt that the gap was too big, so I came back. The United States is also anxious." Fang Zhuo said in a serious tone.
Su Wei nodded silently.
"Teacher Xiao Su is as beautiful as a daffodil today." Fang Zhuo suddenly started praising her, which was an unusual metaphor.
Su Wei was startled.
Before she could respond, product director Xu Keden hurriedly knocked on the door and came in.
"Mr. Fang, you are finally back." The product director said loudly, "The school asked me several times!"
"A scholarship, why does Jiao Tong University care about this little money?" Fang Zhuo said with a smile.
"Why aren't you surprised? One million a year, ten million ten years, one million this year, maybe next year your CEO will be in a good mood and wave 100 million." Xu Keden said proudly, "Mr. Fang, you said so
no?"
Fang Zhuo quickly denied: "I didn't say that. Don't try to fight me in front of the school leaders."
"Hahaha, no, no." Xu Keden coughed a little guilty, "Mr. Fang, let's stop procrastinating and go to school tomorrow."
Fang Zhuo hesitated for a moment before nodding.
Xu Keden was overjoyed: "Mr. Fang, I've long wanted to see you say 'I see who doesn't like semiconductors' in public. I'm going to call the school right now!"
Fang Zhuo: "..."
He shook his head and picked up his landline phone to change his itinerary for tomorrow.
When Su Wei saw this, she said hello and turned to leave the CEO's office.
She walked leisurely back to her vice president's office, and happened to meet her assistant putting down documents.
"Mr. Su, this is the document handed over by the marketing department today. Please take a look."
Su Wei nodded, and when she saw the assistant was about to leave the office, she suddenly said: "Xiao Min, please put two pots of daffodils in the office."
The little assistant was a well-educated person, and he cleverly recited two lines of poetry on the spot: "The fragrant body is full of lust, Shanfan is my younger brother, Mei is my older brother."
"Mr. Su, narcissus is great, but it blooms in spring."
Su Wei was slightly angry: "You can let me go if I ask you to. Why are you talking so much?"
The assistant obediently agreed, thinking whether Mr. Su might be a little tired of the peonies in the office today.
This chapter has been completed!