There was a fifteen-minute break during the meeting. Jing Gao was sitting in the lounge in the provincial government building, surrounded by his subordinates or quasi-subordinates. At this time, he met Song Heng, the chairman of the "prey" Fuzhong Group
This is just confusing people's hearts, and a wise person will not take it.
Jing Gao said to Fei Jiayi: "Jiayi, I won't see him. Go and talk to him."
Tan Yunqiu, who was wearing a green cheongsam, as cool as a winter plum, and wearing a fox fur coat, smiled and said: "Brother Jing, let me go with Assistant Fei!"
Cao Su thought for a moment and said, "That's okay!" He said to Ke Beichan, who was ordinary-looking and of medium height, "Mr. Ke, continue."
Ke Beichan took a deep breath in his heart, and he remembered what his friend Tan Yunqiu said to him: "Beichan, Phoenix Group, and Taichu Group have background problems. Many companies and companies only have a history of two or three years. Therefore, Mr. Jing's hand
There is a lack of senior management talents. Many subordinates who started his business with him in the early days are slowly fading out of management due to ability issues. His main talent pool still relies on the previous Galaxy Group.
For example: Guo Siyue, An Xiaoqian, Tang Xuan, Cheng Herong and others. This time the head of the Phoenix Fund, Zuo Hao, was suspended. It is said that Mr. Jing intends to use Ren He's former secretary Song Fa, and even the working emperor who has gone to work in a foreign-funded enterprise.
There are rumors that Watson, the former CEO of Galaxy Group, is working for Phoenix Group. This is an excellent opportunity for you. You must seize this opportunity to leave a deep impression in front of Mr. Jing. Only in this way can you
Go to a larger platform to display your management talents!"
Ke Beichan smiled at Jing Gao and said clearly: "William Zhu is a Chinese-American. He founded the country's first literary website, Under the Banyan Tree, in 1997. Many excellent works emerged under the Banyan Tree that year.
"Death Diary", which broadcast live about cancer and cherished life, Baby Annie, "Love Lost in the Internet", "Please Forget Me Tonight in Chengdu". What impressed me the most was "Sou Shen Ji" written by the wild fox under the tree.
"
Jing Gao couldn't help but interject: "Chengdu is a great city! I have met folk singer Zhao Lei, and he composed a song "Chengdu" that is very nice. I recommend it to you."
Jiang Xinjing, the beautiful woman in charge of the reception, smiled and said: "Mr. Jing, this is a popular song. But it's really nice."
Jing Gao smiled and made a continue gesture to Ke Beichen.
Ke Beichan continued: "Mr. William Zhu has always been unwilling to accept financing. Later, the website's daily operating funds consumed too much, and he couldn't sustain it. In 2002, he sold it to Bestaman for US$10 million. Now this
Companies are subsidiaries of Sony.
Mr. William Zhu joined Shanda in 2003. He joined Shanda at its most difficult time and became Shanda’s only vice president, under Chen Tianqiao. He left two years later when Shanda was at its most glorious.
At the invitation of an investment bank friend, he joined a gaming company. At its most difficult time, the company had only 18 people and only 180,000 yuan on its books. After one year and eight months in his charge, the company had grown to 4,000 employees.
Employees, book capital of 60 million yuan. And it has also received tens of millions of dollars in financing. Street basketball is what this game company does.
Then he left his job again, and turned to the online game industry in 2007, where he became successful. His business experience is that of continuous entrepreneurship and continuous success. And there are many people who follow him. A person who talks about ideals is awesome, and a person who carries it with him
It is a crime for a group of people to talk about their ideals! But he succeeded.
My dream is also to be able to navigate the business world like this! I can not only turn the tide, but also quit calmly and gracefully to pursue my ideals."
Jing Gao really didn't know that there was such a strange person in China's business history, and said with approval: "What an awesome person! When we have time in the future, we will visit this awesome man together. Of course, I have to bring my friends with me. My Literature
Very poor quality."
His father-in-law and mother-in-law have high literary attainments. His beloved wife Li Mengwei has just started in this field. The main reason is that although Weiwei has a good foundation in classical literature, her interest is not in this. She learned it in college.
Her major is actually mathematics. Her current postgraduate direction is Chinese-English translation.
"Haha!" Everyone laughed in agreement.
Ke Beichan said quickly: "Okay." He didn't know whether this "interview" was a success or a failure.
At this time, a staff member came over and informed Jinggao and others to go in and continue the meeting.
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While Jing Gao was listening to Ke Beichen's story about more than ten years ago, in a small lounge not far from the next door, two beauties with different styles, Tan Yunqiu and Fei Jiayi, and the waiting Fuzhong Group
Chairman Song Heng met.
A tiger cannot be defeated. Fuzhong Group is in many difficulties now, but after all, it is one of the top three private enterprises in Jiangsu Province. Song Heng was also invited today and could also get a lounge.
When Song Heng saw Fei Jiayi, who was 1.8 meters tall and wearing high heels as sexy and tall as a supermodel, he was obviously angry. When he saw Tan Yunqiu, his mood calmed down a little.
If Jing Gao only sent an assistant to see him, this would be extremely arrogant. But everyone knew that Tan Yunqiu was Jing Gao's woman, which was actually acceptable.
Tan Yunqiu has a figure of 1.72 meters, with dignified and bright facial features, cool temperament, and beautiful appearance. She did not sit down, but stood, as cool and beautiful as a plum blossom in full bloom, and said coldly: "Mr. Song, our well
I never want to see you. Why are you doing this?"
Song Heng's dull expression changed, and he said coldly: "Miss Tan, Mr. Jing wants to destroy my Fuzhong Group, why do you hesitate to see me? If he has my cooperation, it will be easier for him to accept it, right?"
?I stand by my opinion!”
Tan Yunqiu said calmly: "What do you want to talk about?"
The anger in Song Heng's heart suddenly burst out, he stood up and glared at Tan Yunqiu: "What do I want to talk about? I want to talk about why he is so petty and brings the grievances of his juniors into the business. Moreover,
Isn’t my son’s ex-girlfriend now a taboo? Isn’t he afraid of being criticized? It’s great when a big fish eats a small fish, right? Isn’t he afraid of violating taboos?
I want to talk to him about how I, Song Heng, have offended him and resorted to such ruthless measures. Tens of thousands of employees of our Fuzhong Group have lost their jobs. Can he bear this responsibility?
I also want to talk to him about why he didn’t even give me a chance to admit defeat. Mr. Yi Jing’s current power in the business world is not the leader of the martial arts alliance, but more powerful than the leader of the martial arts alliance. Do I need to fight him to the death? "
Fei Jiayi opened her mouth in slight shock. She didn't expect to hear these words. Although Song Heng scolded loudly, angry, and threatening, the basic meaning was actually the same: I want to surrender!
Tan Yunqiu is a person like a good person, a good communicator, and has first-class emotional intelligence. Naturally, she understood. After being surprised, she looked at Song Heng with a somewhat complicated expression, and sighed leisurely: "Mr. Song, the matter has come to this, what can we do about it?"
The bow has no turning arrow! It was too late for you to express your intention of surrender."
This game started a few months ago. Now all the funds invested by all parties will be eaten. Brother Jing can't stop it!
If Song Heng wanted to admit defeat, he should actually go to Haizhou to congratulate Brother Jing at his wedding on November last year, and admit defeat to Brother Jing in person. Only then could he be forgiven.
Song Heng stood there blankly, then shouted, "Ah..." and fell backward.
In the lounge, his assistants and bodyguards immediately panicked and rushed towards him.
