When she learned that she was going abroad with Zheng Yaoyang, Ma Yun was stunned for a long time. It seemed that this was a treatment only available to assistants.
He handed his identity information to Zhang Qifeng, and could no longer suppress his curiosity, and asked cautiously: "Mr. Zheng, where are we going?"
A faint smile appeared on Zheng Yaoyang's face. He thought Ma Yun could still keep calm and resist asking questions.
But it's normal to think about it. The current Ma Yun is not the high-spirited Feng Qingyang in the future. She has only graduated from college less than two years ago. Although there are many in the city, there are not many.
Zheng Yaoyang paused and said, "Old Ma, do you know whose shadow I saw in you that day?"
Ma Yun was curious: "Who?"
The expression on his face couldn't hide the excitement. The answer to this mystery that had troubled him for a long time was finally revealed.
Zheng Yaoyang said slowly: "Last year I went to the Magic City and met a person there..."
He told Ma Yun a story that was 30% true and 70% false, and the protagonist of the story was Mou Qizhong.
At the end of last year, Mou Qizhong successfully exchanged 500 carriages of small commodities for four Tu-154 aircraft from the Soviet Union, and then sold them to Sichuan Airlines for a profit of 90 million.
After this battle, Lao Mouzi became famous and was regarded by countless people as the godfather of business and a lifelong idol.
Zheng Yaoyang believed that Ma Yun should have heard about Lao Mouzi's deeds, so she would use this incident to start her story.
She is diligent when she has nothing to do, and is either a traitor or a thief. Ma Yun does not have the air of a king or a majestic figure.
The strange appearance is just acquired. After all, he is still young now, and his face is full of collagen, so naturally he will not look so mean in the future.
To say it is unremarkable is not an exaggeration at all.
Suddenly, Zheng Yaoyang met him by chance, exchanged a few words with him and brought him to Xiangjiang. Next, he planned to take him abroad, as if to train him as a confidant.
It was undoubtedly pie in the sky, let alone Ma Yun being confused. If it happened to Zheng Yaoyang, he would first consider whether there was fraud.
Therefore, we need to use Mou Qizhong as the protagonist and make up this story with Ma Yun to make him accept this fact.
When Ma Yun heard this, she was frightened: "Mr. Zheng, you are too flattering. How can I compare with Mr. Mou?"
He plans to go to Shanghai to start a cram school this year. On the one hand, it is because of family livelihood and maintenance expenses.
On the other hand, I saw Mou Qizhong’s deeds in newspapers and magazines and got to know him.
After ten years of hard work and no one asking, he became famous all over the world in one fell swoop. This is what a man should do in his life.
In fact, among her peers, the person Ma Yun should compare with most is Zheng Yaoyang, but Zheng Yaoyang's success largely depends on his grandfather.
Even though the current media is making a lot of noise about it, without the identity of the grandson of the shipping king, the movie that made him the first pot of gold might not have been released.
On the other hand, Mou Qizhong's experience is even more legendary. He rose from the grassroots, entered the palace for the second time, started many businesses, and finally succeeded and became famous all over the world.
Highlight an inspiration.
Moreover, the experience of being a bad guy not only demonstrates personal abilities, but is also more down-to-earth and replicable.
Zheng Yaoyang said that he has the shadow of Mou Qizhong in him, which is undoubtedly the greatest recognition of Ma Yun's potential.
Zheng Yaoyang smiled, walked over, and patted Ma Yun on the shoulder: "Old Ma, don't underestimate yourself, no one can say for sure what will happen in the future."
Trading cans for airplanes is indeed a legend, but he has only been able to do so for a few years.
Lao Mouzi's path was so wild that it really stimulated the market economy and attracted countless people to pursue him and follow him to do business.
But it is also because the path is too wild. If we continue to let it go, sooner or later it will become the destroyer of the market economy.
Ma Yun nodded in understanding, and the stone hanging in her heart finally fell to the ground safely. Saying that he looked like Lao Mouzi was the greatest compliment.
Although it's a bit far-fetched, it makes sense.
For people in high positions like Zheng Yaoyang, when investing in anything, they adopt a plan that casts a wide net.
Suppose he invests in a hundred projects, even if the first ninety-nine fail, as long as one succeeds, he can earn back the losses of the first ninety-nine.
The poor get poorer, and the rich get richer. The fault tolerance rate of the rich is too high, so high that it is difficult to be poor even if they want to.
After settling Ma Yun's matter, Zheng Yaoyang took a few glances at the ongoing supplier conference in the afternoon.
He came on stage and gave a brief speech before handing over all the work to Lin Defu.
Instruct him to expand production capacity and recruit a large number of employees, but at the same time, don't forget about humanistic care.
Zheng Yaoyang's career is getting bigger and bigger, and more and more people are jealous of him. I don't know how many people are waiting for him to make mistakes.
Therefore, the factory must recruit people when it is time to recruit people, and pay overtime pay when it is time to pay overtime.
However, with the convening of the supplier conference, manufacturing costs have been drastically reduced, and the after-tax income of each mobile phone is about 2,500 yuan. They are not short of this money.
Lin Defu took what Zheng Yaoyang told him to heart. The trade unions in Hong Kong were very annoying. They used the slogan of human rights and stood on the moral high ground to point fingers.
Although they are large taxpayers and are not afraid of trouble, they should avoid it if they can. It is best not to get entangled with them.
At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Zheng Yaoyang left Bel-Air and took a car to the Bank of China Building. The 16th floor of the building is where the Woodpecker Fund is located.
Qiao Peizhi, who was sitting in the general manager's office, suddenly heard a knock on the door and immediately sat up straight, pretending to be busy with official duties.
He just raised his eyes and saw that the person coming was Zheng Yaoyang. He gave a cute look, and his body and mind instantly relaxed. He lay weakly on the table, tilted his head and said coquettishly: "Are you done with everything?"
"I'm so ignorant. I don't even know how to give up my seat when the boss comes."
Zheng Yaoyang showed displeasure, pulled Qiao Peizhi up and sat on the seat belonging to the general manager.
"Who did it? When I woke up this morning, I felt like my whole body was falling apart."
Qiao Peizhi hummed a few times and squeezed into the same chair as Zheng Yaoyang, with her upper body still lying on the table.
Zheng Yaoyang pinched her cheek and joked with a smile: "You screamed vigorously last night, why can't you do it now?"
"Who knows, it's like you're taking medicine, you're getting stronger and stronger." Qiao Peizhi's cheeks turned red and she murmured in a low voice.
"Haha... I am very happy to be recognized by Miss Qiao. I will reward you for having dinner with me in the evening."
Zheng Yaoyang showed a smile on his face, patted her cheek gently, took out Ma Yun's information and put it on the table: "Get up, it's time to work."
"I plan to ask him to come over tomorrow and you can teach him how to be a good work assistant."
Qiao Peizhi stopped smiling, switched to work mode, and looked through Ma Yun's information. Her expression became increasingly weird, and she couldn't help but say, "Your taste is getting weirder and weirder."
After she resigned as assistant and became general assistant, Zheng Yaoyang has had two assistants so far, namely Qiu Yuhan and now Zhang Qifeng.
Qiu Yuhan is a normal beautiful girl, within Zheng Yaoyang's beauty standards.
Zhang Qifeng can barely accept it. He is a tall man of more than 1.8 meters, and at least he is a sunny man.
However, now Ma Yun is not only thin but also a bit square in appearance. She is also an English teacher from the Mainland.
It was a mediocre document with no bright spots at all. She couldn't figure out what qualifications Zheng Yaoyang had to serve as his assistant.
Zheng Yaoyang glared at her: "How many times have I told you not to judge books by their appearance."
"Haha~"
Qiao Peizhi stuck out her tongue, smiling but not smiling. She believed what others said, but Zheng Yaoyang needed to be tested.
"You can take care of him for a few days and teach him the rules. I will have arrangements for him in the future."
Zheng Yaoyang showed displeasure. After explaining the matter, he slapped his face decisively and scolded: "Don't have personal emotions during work."
There was a squeaking sound, which made Qiao Peizhi rub her buttocks in pain, and then fell limply on Zheng Yaoyang's shoulders.
Poor, Jiao Didi said: "I want to report to the union that my boss is attacking me."
Zheng Yaoyang's cheeks were a little deformed, and he smelled a unique milky fragrance. He said helplessly: "You are really sexy."
Qiao Peizhi raised her chin proudly and deliberately protracted: "Then do you like it? Boss~"
Zheng Yaoyang had no choice but to pick up Qiao Peizhi and let her sit on his lap: "It seems that I still didn't tidy you up last night."
"What happened last night? Why don't I remember..."
Qiao Peizhi's eyes were wandering, pretending to be confused, but her words stopped abruptly.