Chapter seven hundred and nineteenth for birds and beasts scattered
While Guo Lingyu was visiting friends and on vacation in Zurich, Switzerland, the "Roof of Europe", Dong Lingxi went to work at Zhaoshi Group as usual. Of course, she slept comfortably until three o'clock in the morning before getting up.
“It’s been a long time since I had such a comfortable sleep.” Dong Lingxi was wearing a soft silk nightgown, sitting in front of the dressing table, looking at herself.
The woman in the mirror has red lips, white teeth, supple skin, and a tenderness between her eyebrows and eyes, which makes her look radiant and energetic.
Dong Lingxi couldn't help but smile. What woman wouldn't care about her appearance? Then, her pretty face turned red, her eyes moved, and she was charming. She couldn't help but think of the details of last night when Mr. Jing opened and closed.
"Ah!" Dong Lingxi caressed her smooth and moist face, and secretly spat to herself: She was obsessed with thinking about men. She gathered her thoughts and started to dress up.
At around one o'clock at noon, Dong Lingxi drove to the Zhaoshi Group Building in a car driven by his bodyguard Xiaoqi. Then the news spread among the middle and senior management of the group: President Dong came to work.
Zhaoshi Group’s management model is chairman, CEO + 13 presidents. Each major business segment of the group reports to their respective presidents. Each president reports to CEOs Carl Behrman and Harold Lynn.
Dong Lingxi had just arrived in the office and before she had time to take a sip of water, there was a CEO who was not familiar with him. He had taken a neutral position when Mr. Jing came to Zhaoshi Group for a meeting half a month ago, knocking on the door and coming in with a warm and flattering smile on his face.
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“President Dong, you have worked hard these days. I would like to report to you on the spirits business.”
Dong Lingxi knew that she would accompany Jing Gao to attend the "welcome reception" held by Pino in his villa in the evening. At this moment, she was simply wearing a fashionable white lace patterned short-sleeved top, with snow-white plump arms.
It is as white and greasy as jade, making people want to touch it. It is paired with an elegant and soft printed long skirt underneath.
"Donald Bourne, the liquor business is not under my control." Dong Lingxi sat behind the desk, looked at the tall man in front of her and smiled flatteringly at her, smiled playfully, and refused.
Donald Byrne, a white man in his fifties, kept saying: "No, no. President Dong, Carl Behrman colluded with outsiders and almost brought Zhaoshi Group into the abyss. In this situation, only the representative of the major shareholder can
Only you are qualified to lead Zhaoshi Group."
Dong Lingxi is not that kind of strong and sharp-edged woman, but she was very successful in the capital at that time. She had the nickname "Miss Dong", and she was not lacking in means and scheming in the social field.
If she were really stupid, she wouldn't be able to secure her position as president and CFO of Zhaoshi Group in this foreign country and a treacherous shopping mall.
Dong Lingxi picked up the tea cup and drank water, and said: "Thank you for your praise, Donald Byrne. The board of directors will not be held until tomorrow. The current CEO of Zhaoshi Group is still Carl Behrmann, and I will not listen to the report."
Donald Byrne immediately stood up straight, patted his chest and said: "President Dong, at the board meeting the day after tomorrow, I will definitely support your proposal. Any proposal."
Dong Lingxi nodded.
Donald Byrne smiled and said: "President Dong, I'll leave first."
Less than a minute after Donald Byrne left, another CEO of Zhaoshi Group came in. He was a typical French man, in his forties, of medium build, white, and with a half-bald head, "President Dong,
I have some legal matters I want to report to you."
Dong Lingxi sat behind the spacious desk and said in a funny voice: "Joseph Kane, have you made an appointment? Half of the leather and clothing brands under Zhaoshi Group currently have problems, and they are in litigation with the group.
Not a few. But Harold Lynn should be responsible for these things. What can you tell me?"
Joseph Kane is Karl Behrmann's confidant and has always embarrassed her. She only has a good attitude.
Joseph Kane is also a ruthless person. He bowed directly to Dong Lingxi. It was not Japanese style, it was normal etiquette, but his apology attitude was also very clear. He said with a regretful face: "
President Dong, I was forced to target you by Carl Behrman and Harold Lynn. Please forgive me. In my future work, I will definitely carry out your orders and be a good dog."
To be honest, dogs have different meanings in Western and Chinese cultures. In Western culture, dogs mean partners, assistants, gatekeepers, etc. In Chinese civilization, the words related to dogs are:
A wolf's heart and a dog's lungs, a dog's eyes that look down upon others, a dog's slave
Joseph Kane also consulted his friends before he understood the difference, and used it here to express his attitude.
Dong Lingxi has been in France for almost two years, and of course he understands the difference. At this time, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "I'll see how you behave. You can go back first."
Joseph Kane left with great gratitude.
Dong Lingxi called his secretary Adeline, "Adeline, help me stop the visitors. I'll take a rest for half an hour."
“Yes, ma’am.”
Dong Lingxi smiled and shook her head when she heard the honorific address addressed to her by her secretary Adeline. She stepped on her high heels and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of her office, looking out at the afternoon street outside the glass window.
Today is a mid-week working day. It’s past two o’clock in the afternoon. There are few pedestrians on the streets of La Défense business district. They are all wearing suits and leather shoes and walking in a hurry. The light and shadow are mottled between the high-rise buildings. Cars drive by from time to time.
This scene that she was accustomed to in the past made her feel unspeakable emotions!
It is not a depressing one, but an exciting and cheerful mood!
Who could have imagined the current situation when dark clouds came over half a month ago and the building was about to collapse.
Mr. Dan Jing came to Paris and solved the problem. And he won a big victory!
She didn't know what financial capital thought of Mr. Jing, but seeing how the presidents of Zhaoshi Group were eager to kneel down to express their loyalty to her, think about the special banquet tonight for one of France's top richest men, the Pinault family.
, you know the power brought by rubbing Bernard Arnault, the richest man in Europe, on the ground!
Dong Lingxi unconsciously recalled Jing Gao’s not-so-handsome but kind, gentle, and unforgettable appearance in his mind. He picked up his phone and sent him a WeChat message: “Mr. Jing, I’m proud of you!”
Amid the current changing situation, Karl Behrman, the president of Zhaoshi Group, of course stayed in Paris and worked every day in the headquarters building of Zhaoshi Group in the La Défense business district.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, he summoned seven presidents, including the COO and President Harold Lynn, who were close to him, to the conference room on his floor in the name of a meeting.
Carl Bellman is fifty-six years old. He is a typical French old man with curly, half-white hair, a hooked nose, and the arrogance and confidence of a senior professional manager.
Looking at the share price of LVMH Group projected on the big screen in the conference room, it was 189.24 euros. This is a stock price that is heading towards an upward channel. Karl Behrman encouraged his subordinates slightly impetuously, "
You see, the share price of LVMH Group is rising. It will not take long before it will recover or even exceed the previous share price. This shows that the capital market is optimistic about the prospects of LVMH Group.
I just contacted Mr. Thomas in the afternoon, and Mr. Arnault has not given up on us. Now we are reconciling with Mr. Jing, but we have to wait for the opportunity. We are still valuable."
Harold Lynn followed: "Everyone, according to the information I learned from my friends, Mr. Jing is a person who must take revenge. Anyone who has offended him will not end well. You may wish to think about it, he
How will I treat you and me?”
The other six people were silent amidst the noise from Carl Behrman and Harold Lynn, and no one spoke.
After a dead silence, an old man in his sixties asked: "Why didn't Joseph Kane come?"
Someone replied: "He? He went to lick Ms. Dong's feet a few hours ago."
Another younger CEO said: "Perhaps we should consider talking to Mr. Jing about the bargaining chips for exit?"
“How to talk about it? Who can’t contact Mr. Jingjing now? After contacting him, how can we make him believe it?”
“Why bother to seek far away from the near? Our identity can only be discussed with Ms. Dong.”
The meeting room that had just been dead was revived by the arguments of several presidents, but Carl Behrman and his confidant Harold Lynn looked at each other, both of them angry and bitter.
Because the others here did not follow their ideas at all, but went directly to discuss the surrender of Mr. Mukai. This shows that they have lost control of their subordinates.
Ten minutes later, the remaining six presidents did not wait for Karl Behrman to announce the adjournment of the meeting, and they all found excuses to leave the meeting room: answer the phone, go to the bathroom, and reply to an urgent email.
If you delay for a while longer, Ms. Dong will have to get off work.
In the conference room, the golden-red sunset shone down, bringing with it the residual warmth of summer. Carl Behrmann and Harold Lynn sat numbly at the oval conference table, silent for a long time.
Today's meeting was very sloppy, almost like a joke. But it was so real.
No matter how much Carl Behrman tried to cheer up the complicit CEOs, they still dispersed like birds and animals, abandoning him and Harold Lynn.
Harold Lynn looked at the empty conference room with a bitter mouth, "Carl, let's have a drink!"
Karl Behrmann leaned slumped on the comfortable and soft pulley office chair and said in a hoarse voice: "Okay!"
Think about how prosperous he was half a month ago? Even Mr. Thomas of the Lagardère Group had to meet his conditions: stocks, salary, and position. But what about now?
What will be waiting for him in the future? Where will he go from here?