When the Forbes Rich List appeared in the early years, it was once called the Prisoner's List.
This is not unreasonable.
But it is indeed an honor. Some people want to do it but are afraid of doing it.
Wealth and honor do not return home, just like walking in brocade at night.
You don’t know how rich I am, so what do I need this money for?
On December 18, after a night, Fang Zhuo sat in his office and ate online. While reading Sina News with relish, he pondered with emotion that he had come into contact with two wealthy people who entered the industry.
There's nothing new under the sun, and Rhubarb won't be the last.
Fang Zhuo drank tea leisurely and subconsciously analyzed how this matter should be handled.
Before he could think about it, his phone vibrated.
Fang Zhuo has two mobile phones. This one has a relatively small number of numbers, and the calls come from Li Dongsheng, the well-known head of TCL.
He cheered up and answered the phone.
"Mr. Fang, haha, I just returned to China and I heard that this technology exhibition in Shanghai went smoothly?" Li Dongsheng said with a smile.
"Yes, it went very well. I see that Epson and Texas Instruments are indeed fiercely competing for the dominance of the technical route. There is real enthusiasm on both sides." Fang Zhuoye said with a smile.
"Okay, competition from foreign giants is a good thing for us. I originally wanted to go to Shanghai in person on behalf of TCL on this trip, and also to support Deyi, but there is a business abroad that must be discussed, so we can only let our deputy
I always go to Shanghai." Li Dongsheng explained seriously and apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Fang, there is indeed something going on abroad."
Fang Zhuo was a little surprised at how polite the other party was and said with a smile: "Mr. Li, what are you talking about? I'm very grateful for your help. How can I ask you to come to this kind of exhibition in person? We just support the scene."
Li Dongsheng, who was on the other end of the phone, couldn't tell whether this person was being sarcastic or not. He apologized politely and repeatedly, and finally said: "After I finish my work at the end of the month, I will definitely treat Mr. Fang to dinner when I go to Shanghai."
"Okay, okay, Mr. Li, I just like to eat, drink and make friends." Fang Zhuo agreed with a smile.
call ended.
Just as Fang Zhuo was about to put down his phone, his expression suddenly froze.
Everyone knows that this technology exhibition is just a formality, and they don't really know how to make a costly rear-projection TV. Therefore, it doesn't matter whether the boss comes or not. Why is Li Dongsheng so apologetic?
Would anyone care about such a trivial matter?
Why don't you call me? I just made a special call to apologize after Dahuang's accident yesterday. This...
Buzz buzz.
The phone vibrated again.
This time it was Lao Xiong who called in.
Fang Zhuo was a little unhappy because of the last phone call. He adjusted his mood and answered the call: "Hey, Old Bear, what's going on?"
"It's nothing serious, I just want to know the inside story out of curiosity." Xiong Xiaoge said in a brisk tone and added, "Isn't it convenient for me to ask?"
Fang Zhuo said angrily: "You also think it was me?"
"Yeah? Oh no, no, I want to ask about the inside story of Tesco's development plan." Xiong Xiaoge said.
Fang Zhuo calmed down and said patiently: "Old Xiong, I know you want to ask Mr. Huang about something. This has nothing to do with me. No matter how smart I am, I am not an emperor, so I just let people in at will?"
Xiong Xiaoge said innocently: "Yes, you are not the emperor. Your hands and eyes are all over the sky, so I want to ask about the inside story."
Fang Zhuo was patient enough with this kind of reputation: "Old Xiong, if you're not joking, it's really not me."
"Forget it, let's chat in Shanghai when we have time." Xiong Xiaoge took the initiative to end the call.
Fang Zhuo held the phone blankly.
He suddenly discovered that things seemed different from what he had imagined, and he entered a state of reflection.
Yes, in order to develop in the past few years, some of my methods may be quite extreme, which has caused my friends to misunderstand me a lot.
But in fact, it is not as extreme as the conspiracy theory. Things like Dahuang are not his own style. He is simply repeating the mistakes of some people on the prisoner list.
Boom, boom, boom.
There was a knock on the door of the CEO's office.
Vice President Su Wei walked in.
She sat down and said with a smile: "Mr. Fang, that Huang..."
"It's not me." Fang Zhuo responded quickly and emphasized, "It's really not me. Others don't believe it. Xiao Su, don't you still believe me?"
"I believe you." Su Wei replied decisively.
Fang Zhuo felt warm in his heart, Xiao Su, Su Su and Weiwei are so good and have such a tacit understanding.
"Mr. Fang, I believe it wasn't you." Su Wei added seriously, "Even if it's really you, it must be because the other party did something extremely excessive."
Fang Zhuo sat behind the desk and smiled abruptly. Su Wei could definitely shoulder the banner of Ali because she had a "tacit understanding" with him.
"Well, let's just leave it like that." Fang Zhuo shook his head, and he who cleared his mind will clear himself up.
"The leaders from the district will come to visit later. Mr. Fang, you still have to show up today." Su Wei mentioned a serious matter.
Fang Zhuo nodded heavily and agreed without saying a word.
Su Wei felt that her boss was still thinking about the follow-up measures to Skyworth, so she got up and prepared to leave the CEO's office.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Su, what does the company think about this?" Fang Zhuo called to the vice president.
Su Wei observed the expectant look in her boss's eyes and said with a smile, "It's spread throughout the company."
Fang Zhuo waved his hand and nodded silently.
Soon there was only one person left in the CEO's office.
The more Fang Zhuoyue thought about it, the more he felt it was wrong. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was taking the blame for someone else for no reason. Moreover, it seemed that this was not the small scope he imagined. It had even spread in the company, but what about outside?
He took a breath, picked up the pen, and started writing quickly to write an open letter.
To all Yike colleagues, brothers and sisters, I am Fang Zhuo, and you have...
Fang Zhuo wrote a few sentences and then put down the pen. He tore off the page and crumpled it into a ball. What the hell!
I did it, what happened?
Flies don't bite seamless eggs.
Who makes you a bad guy?
The matter has come to this, and it is useless to say more.
It would be more interesting to let Changhong capture more market share as soon as possible.
Fang Zhuo's thoughts turned quickly, and his thoughts reconnected with the original angle. If he had changed himself, how would he handle this matter?
It must be to stabilize the morale of the company, to appease partners, and to express respect for administrative results.
I didn't know that Skyworth had such a thing before, but now that I know it, it can be inferred that it has done a good job in crisis public relations. After all, this is an emergency that will cause a listed company to temporarily suspend trading.
So, from a competition perspective, how can we effectively combat competitors?
Market share will be difficult to compete for for a while, but effective poaching will give a deeper blow at this moment and bring more long-term impact.
Doesn’t the Luzhou Meiling acquired by Changhong still have a place?
Isn’t it true that the e-commerce B2C business we want to develop is in need of strong players?
Now is a good opportunity.
Fang Zhuo dialed Ni Runfeng's phone: "Old Ni, let the headhunters contact Skyworth's middle and senior management to find people who can do things. Changhong Meiling in Luzhou needs elite soldiers and strong generals."
Ni Runfeng hesitated and said: "Isn't this time... bad?"
"Market competition does not believe in tears." Fang Zhuo quoted Changhong's statement during the CPT competition.
"Mr. Fang, you, you really..." Ni Runfeng sighed, "You really deserve to be rich."
"I was forced." Fang Zhuo said in a deep voice.
Ni Runfeng was confused: "Forced? By whom?"
By you and by public opinion.
Two words came to Fang Zhuo's mind, but he suddenly became philosophical and said leisurely: "I am trapped in this world."
This chapter has been completed!