Fang Zhuo, who returned to Shanghai from Spain, upheld the sense of responsibility of the head of Yike and insisted on returning to the company first.
However, when he arrived at Hang Lung 23, everyone on the entire floor was busy. Su Wei was not on the 22nd floor. Even his secretary Liu Zonghong was on the other side of the city. No one spoke for a while.
Therefore, I didn’t sleep on the plane or in the car. I put the back of my chair back in the office and had a sound sleep.
"Hey, hey, Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang, don't sleep. Get up quickly and distribute the money."
Fang Zhuo was woken up by a gentle push. The neon lights of the city were already outside the window, and Su Wei in front of him was smiling.
He subconsciously asked: "Yes, yes, which one wants it?"
As soon as Fang Zhuo's voice came out, he woke up, stretched out, stood up from the chair, and said lazily: "It seems that I have been asleep for a while. If you want some money, I can write a report."
"Hey, the report is on your desk. The second one is, you didn't work at all when you came back." Su Wei pointed to the pile of documents and smiled, "Everyone in the company has almost finished work, so I asked outside.
Everyone thought Mr. Fang was working overtime and thinking, but who knew he was sleeping alone in the CEO's office."
She reached for her phone and looked at it, only to find that it was still on silent mode.
"The landline has not been stopped. I didn't expect that not a single call came in. It's the end of the year and everyone is busy with their own affairs." Fang Zhuo was also surprised that he could sleep for so long without being disturbed. "I asked the president's office downstairs and said you are very worried.
You can return to the company soon."
"This place is not spacious enough, so I held a New Year communication meeting with some suppliers in another place. As you know, when there are more people, there will be more problems." Su Wei poured a cup of tea, "I thought you would go home directly."
Fang Zhuo took two steps and stretched his body: "Originally, I wanted to take a look at the documents, but once I arrived at Hang Lung 23, I felt like I was home, so I only need half a day."
He took the tea handed over by Teacher Xiao Su, took a sip, and said, "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll treat you."
Su Wei raised her hand and looked at her watch: "It's now 7:40 in the evening. I have an online meeting at 8:20. President Fangda, how about you issue an order to postpone this meeting?"
Fang Zhuo hesitated.
"Forget it, let's just eat something simple and have a midnight snack tonight." Su Wei knew what kind of person this man was, and if she went on to say more, she might want to thank him for respecting her career.
Fang Zhuo nodded: "Okay, keep it simple and reward you when I get home in the evening."
Su Wei glanced sideways.
Fang Zhuo suddenly felt ready to make a move. The office was like home, and there was still some time before the meeting...
Su Wei accurately read the meaning of her eyes and asked quickly: "Did you gain a lot from this trip to Europe?"
Fang Zhuo thought about the business that was waiting for the meeting and said with a little regret: "The harvest is not bad, Qimonda and Bingxin Investment have made progress, and the Chamber of Commerce has also received an order worth 10 billion, but I found some time in between
I went to Infineon to have a look and it gave me a lot to think about.”
Su Wei took a sip of tea and knew it was related to semiconductors.
"Infineon is an IDM model. It engages in vertically integrated manufacturing. It has circuit design, wafer manufacturing, packaging and testing, and it can also invest in the consumer market. Its entire business does not pursue such advanced processes and relies on the automotive industry.
It is also one of the top ten semiconductor companies in the world." Fang Zhuo said, "It is really enviable."
"Are you envious that you don't have to work hard?" Su Wei said with a smile, "It's a bit like Samsung in the automotive industry?"
"It's definitely impossible without effort. As you know, every step of the ice core process is given priority, and Taiwanese journalists are the goal to catch up with. I suddenly saw another successful company head-on, and I still felt very strange.
"." Fang Zhuo explained.
Su Wei thought for a while: "It's impossible for the ice core to change its route now, and you wouldn't be willing to change it."
Fang Zhuo said calmly: "I just have a temporary feeling and thinking that its development has something to learn from. If Bingxin or Sinocore encounters a bottleneck, this can be regarded as a strategy."
"Do you want to destroy other people's cores?" Su Wei asked.
"Even if I ask them to change, they are not willing. We are just chatting." Fang Zhuo said with a smile, "This is what inspired me to go out for a walk. Well, because of the financial crisis, Infineon's stock price has been falling.
, it’s a good opportunity to get started.”
The peak share price of Infineon reached over 200 euros, but last year the share price fell to only a few euros.
Judging from the situation at the beginning of this year, it may even fall to 1 euro. This is not only dragged down by Qimonda but also affected by the economic environment, but there will definitely be a rebound later.
"Do you want to buy the MIGA fund?" Su Wei asked.
Fang Zhuo nodded: "Qimonda is bankrupt and Infineon's stock price is at the bottom. I want Qimonda's patent, which is just a bridge for negotiations between Infineon and Qimonda's bankruptcy administrator. Let's see if we can
Get the patent as soon as possible."
The bankruptcy administrator Dr. Michael's law firm has business dealings, and he also collected Infineon's obviously undervalued stocks. He became one of the representatives of Qimonda's creditors, and the ice core price was announced outside the market.
If the patent cannot be obtained as soon as possible, it may be that ice core is not suitable for entering the DRAM field.
"When can you help Tesco make more plans, President Fangda." Even Su Wei couldn't help but feel a little sour.
"Our Yiguo, it's a real fight. With hard power, I'm just a little clever at best." Fang Zhuoran said, "Domestic e-commerce can only fight to find a way out, any other method will not work.
no."
Su Wei agrees with this. Joyo.com has fallen, eBay has fallen, Dangdang has fallen, and Paipai.com is about to fall. This is evident from the fierce market competition.
"Oh, yes, the annual meeting will be in a few days. How are Liu Zonghong's arrangements?" Fang Zhuo thought of the annual meeting that Weiwei was going to hold.
"As expected of Mr. Fang's secretary, she does things quickly." Su Wei gave a thumbs up and praised.
Fang Zhuo nodded, Liu Zonghong was capable, and staying by his side as a secretary seemed a bit unfair.
There was a knock on the office door, and the assistant brought up the food from downstairs.
"I'll go to my office after eating. I have two meetings to hold." Su Wei said.
Fang Zhuoying came down and said, "Okay, I'll take a look at the report from Domestic Yike and wait for you to go back together."
Su Wei ate very quickly. When she finished eating and saw Mr. Fang's unhurried state, she said hello and went downstairs for the meeting.
There are indeed two meetings tonight, but the first meeting is about the discussion of the arrangements for the annual meeting, and the second is an internal business meeting within Tesco.
Su Wei was previously in charge of the annual meeting. Although she was assigned to Liu Zonghong by Mr. Fang before he went abroad, but...she did so if she wanted to.
When the time comes, the avatars in the online meeting room light up one by one.
Wang Yan from Sina, Xiong Xiaoge from IDG, Pan Ben from Yike Europe, Liu Qiangdong from Yike Huaxia, and Zhou Xin from Medical... are all heads of companies or elected executive representatives.
Su Wei waited for a while, but didn't see Bingxin's profile picture light up, and said, "Bingxin must be busy over there. I'll talk to you later. Have you thought about all your problems?"
"Are you really not going to communicate with Mr. Fang first? What if there is a sudden attack? What if the scene doesn't look good?" Wang Yan asked again.
"It's just a speech, it's just a question. After the Chinese New Year, casually chatting about your views on the future on stage. Isn't that more interesting than singing and dancing?" Su Wei said disapprovingly, "I know him, so I won't be angry."
Liu Zonghong's microphone lit up, but there was no sound.
Mr. Fang will not be angry with you, but will he be angry with the little secretary...
"No problem, Mr. Fang is a generous person." Xiong Xiaoge also said, "I just ask him about investment issues. We can talk about business and development in a general way. He can just talk casually."
Mr. Su and Mr. Xiong both said so, and the others had no objections.
Anyway, if Mr. Fang is unhappy, Mr. Su can take the blame.
The secret meeting of the annual meeting was discussed, and such a group of people also felt that it would be better than singing and dancing.
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In January 2009, Yike Mobile Phones bucked the trend and was booming. However, the chill in the global semiconductor industry spread to all aspects, and major manufacturers laid off employees for the winter.
Zheng Dexing is an engineer from Taiji. He has a doctorate degree and has been working in the company for ten years. He was rated as an advanced backbone the year before last. However, last year, because his family members fell ill one after another, he had to devote his energy to taking care of his wife, children and children, and his business fell behind. .
However, he is confident in his abilities and believes that he can make more contributions to Taiwanese journalists in the new year.
However, on January 13, he was completely stunned by the layoff notice from the personnel department.
"I've been in the factory for ten years!" Zheng Dexing never expected that this layoff would be his fault. "The materials research I'm responsible for is about to produce results!"
"The economic situation is not good, and the company has no choice. Your performance this year is indeed at the bottom, and there is nothing we can do about it." HR reiterated the situation very plainly.
"Then I, then I..." Zheng Dexing was speechless.
Do you want to talk about your day and night contributions? Do you want to talk about your professional abilities? Or do you want to talk about the fact that you have received invitations from mainland companies but resolutely rejected them?
Zheng Dexing watched another colleague walk into the office. He left in a daze. He still felt like a dream. Not only was his material research the most important, it was also somewhat important, right?
Is this going to be cut off like this?
In previous years, there were also so-called bottom ratios, but there would never be direct layoffs.
A new president took office this year, this...
Zheng Dexing suddenly remembered the words of the old president Zhang Zhongmo. He said personally that the ratio was not for layoffs, but for the purpose of enhancing the capabilities and quality of employees in a targeted manner.
Is it so difficult for Taiwanese journalists to face this financial crisis?
Zheng Dexing was flooded with thoughts along the way. He took out his mobile phone several times and tried to call the retired leader but gave up.
I really didn’t achieve very good results last year, so how could I tell Mr. Zhang? Do you want me to beg for mercy? Let him not lay off myself but lay off others?
Zheng Dexing cannot do such a thing.
When he got home, he reluctantly chatted with his family for a few words and then went into the study. After smoking three cigarettes, he opened the mailbox and looked at the rejected headhunting emails and fell into thinking.
Is the mainland really worth going to?
Zheng Dexing didn't eat dinner. He thought about the past ten years for a while and the reality of being laid off.
Being so bored until midnight, he still sent a brief email to the hunter to ask if the invitation from the mainland was still valid.
I never thought that as soon as the email was sent, there would be a reply there.
"Dr. Zheng, Bingxin's invitation is very sincere. We can negotiate a price that satisfies you. If you need to relocate your family, that's not a problem. I can help communicate at any time. I am here 24 hours a day."
Zheng Dexing continued to use emails to understand some issues, and he felt a little more at ease. At least he had somewhere to go.
Unknowingly, one night passed and Zheng Dexing quickly made a decision.
However, when he thought back to the past ten years between himself and Taiji, he still couldn't help but want to have a ceremonial ending.
Zheng Dexing made a cup of coffee and did not use his mobile phone or email. Instead, he wrote a sincere handwritten letter, looking back on his career and expressing his gratitude to the reporter for the growth he had brought to him.
At the end, he also expressed his admiration for Chairman Zhang Zhongmou, wishing the chairman good health and wishing Taiwan Journal a better future.
Zheng Dexing carefully put the handwritten letter into the envelope, affixed the stamp, and then sent it to Chairman Zhang Zhongtong's home address in Baodao.
Perhaps, Mr. Zhang will never see this letter, but as far as he is concerned, that's it.
Zheng Dexing sat at home for another half day, slept for just two hours, and then went to the company in the afternoon to complete the official resignation procedures.
He has already made up his mind to take his family to Xiangjiang to celebrate the New Year this year and talk about the salary issues of working in the mainland, and then buy a Mars mobile phone.
It can be regarded as supporting your own company.
Zheng Dexing was a little helpless and disappointed, and he also had some assumptions about his future work and life. He had to see Liang Mengsong's face again. He was capable, but his words and actions always made people uncomfortable.
The layoff procedure was formally implemented.
Zheng Dexing became a homeless man. Fortunately, his family has always been supportive of his career, which somewhat restored the depression he felt a few years ago.
On January 17, Dr. Zheng Dexing officially boarded a plane to Xiangjiang, where he would meet with Bingxin's executives to discuss remuneration and family arrangements.
That is to say, he had just sat down when the passengers walking next to him suddenly stopped.
"Dr. Zheng, what are you..."
"Team Leader Liu, you, you also..."
The two colleagues, who were not familiar with each other in the past, quickly became warm.
Zheng Dexing learned during the exchange that the layoffs had created a mess in the company and the standards were not so transparent. Some people chose to leave altogether, while others were prepared to fight to the end.
Both of them took the money and left to find a new home.
"Hey, I wonder if Mr. Zhang knows about this situation?" Zheng Dexing still couldn't help but sigh.
"Without Mr. Zhang's acquiescence, how could Cai Lixing be like this? I heard that Mr. Zhang is in the United States, retired, and enjoying his old age." Team leader Liu has no special feelings for Taiwanese reporters, "I think Cai Lixing will have to work hard sooner or later.
.”
Zheng Dexing remained silent. He had never cared about or understood power matters. He just felt that this layoff was not safe.
It's a pity that Mr. Zhang has retired.
Zheng Dexing looked at the porthole and said, forget it, it's over. Liang Mengsong can stay here, so he won't be any worse off.
This chapter has been completed!