"Oh, by the way, Yusen, did any of my classmates take the civil service exam?" Peng Bo smiled and looked at Lu Yusen, who was remembering seriously at the side. For what he said, Lu Yusen wished he could bring a voice recorder and record every word.
"No..." Lu Yusen thought for a while and said, "Except for those who stay in school, all my friends have joined foreign companies."
Since the turn of the century, the unique employee complex of Shanghai and Hainan people has gradually strengthened. This year, thanks to the promotion of the Fortune Global Forum, the total number of foreign companies in Shanghai has reached more than 2,000, including more than 150 regional headquarters of multinational companies.
.Many foreign companies have given birth to the white-collar culture in Shanghai. In the face of this culture, the space for other cultures has been greatly occupied.
"There is a training institution for civil servants - Offcn Education. Pay attention. There is also New Oriental in Beijing in the education industry..."
"Mr. Peng, there is another company you forgot to mention." Lu Yusen interrupted Peng Bo in a rare moment. "
"Oh, which one?" Peng Bo stood up from behind his desk, picked up a can of Sprite and handed it to Lu Yusen.
puff--
Lu Yusen opened it and took a big sip, then smiled and said, "It's us, Pengbo Media."
us?
Peng Bo also laughed. How can one praise oneself? Is there any reason in this world for oneself to say good things about oneself? Wang Po sells melons and boasts of herself?
"We don't count." He resolutely dismissed Lu Yusen's idea, "If I raise funds, I can raise more than a billion in minutes. We don't rely on this to make a living."
"Don't avoid relatives when promoting good people, and don't avoid suspicion when promoting relatives." Lu Yusen would also joke, "Mr. Peng, I'm going out to prepare. Give me two months, and the list will be released at the end of December."
"Okay." Peng Bo said with a smile. In the first half of this year, the newspaper office and his own affairs were too busy. He wanted to take this time to take a good rest.
He looked at the increasing number of skyscrapers outside the window, the employee culture and professionalism of large companies that were increasingly prevalent in Shanghai and Shanghai, and finally turned into a siege of Shanghai:
What employees are most worried about is being "lost to their job." The competition is too fierce. If you don't do it, there will be a lot of people waiting at the door. Therefore, under high pressure, Shanghai people have developed a high sense of professional tension. This
This feeling of tension has gradually become a psychological habit. I can’t find another job, have no income, and am so anxious that I am sweating profusely. I have a natural “employee complex”.
He has been in Shanghai for six years, and has released wealth lists every year for the past two years. He is used to seeing the ups and downs in Shanghai, and Peng Bo has a more realistic view of this city.
Along with this complex, the fireworks in Shanghai and Shanghai are decreasing year by year.
Along with this complex, this city has become particularly reliable. There must be a large-capacity computing chip in its soul. It is too calculating, too orderly, and has too much money. It belongs to
A young worker, but not a living person...
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The car wandered aimlessly in the east of Shanghai. This short trip amidst the sound of music was the communication between Peng Bo and the city. At this time, Heinwei would be silent and watch the Huanghu River with him.
The tide rises and falls, watching the sunset rise and fall...
"Dear, do you like this city?" Peng Bo suddenly asked, his hand naturally falling on Heinwei's hand.
"I like it." Heyinwei's eyes were full of tenderness and sweetness. If he had to define a color for this sweetness, Peng Bo would think it would be blue!
"Twenty-four years ago, Huang Zhan was invited to write the theme song of "Shanghai Beach". He has been in Shanghai for many years, and he has been anxious after writing "The Waves"..." Peng Bo's thoughts kept flying, and Heinwei He didn't have to think about logic or wording during the conversation. "After the TV series was broadcast, he came to Shanghai specifically to watch the Huanghu River. Seeing that the river was calm and calm, he felt depressed. It wasn't until a ship passed by that he turned to worry. To my joy, after the boat passed by, the waves undulated like a giant dragon out of the sea..."
Peng Bo lamented a lot these days. Sometimes in quiet nights, he would lie in Heinwei's arms and tell his feelings about the city.
The two were communicating when the phone rang again. Untimely!
"Mr. Peng, I'm back." But the person on the other side of the phone couldn't see the scene on the other side of the phone. Lu Gengshen's voice was a little tired, and he seemed to be in low spirits, "Man, I brought it back for you."
"Oh, okay, hard work," Peng Bo's eyes lit up, "You guys come directly to the new company." The new company is the Jinmao Building in Hudong New District.
After hanging up the phone, he smiled and said to Heinwei, "Talk about the strange current situation of cross talk for five hundred years. Come on, I will take you to meet someone."
"Who?" Heinwei looked at Peng Bo. She was most happy to see him happy. She wanted to resign from her position at Citigroup and share the joys and sorrows with him, but Peng Bo wouldn't allow it.
"Do you know Chaplin? No, Bean, China's Bean, Fat Bean, our Jinmen Bean..."
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"Dude?"
The decoration of Jin Mao Tower has been completed, the furniture has been brought in, and the decoration workers are undergoing intense final debugging and installation.
Peng Bo didn't mind being dirty either. He sat on a chair that had not yet had its plastic foam packaging removed and looked at the "Chinese Dodou" who was following Lu Gengshen and looking around.
"No, no, he doesn't look like Doudou at all." Yes, unlike Doudou, Guo Degang was still a bit naive at this time, and he didn't have the feeling of controlling the whole scene in later generations. After the age of thirty, people's appearance is their own. Giving, power, status, money... can all determine your appearance and conversation.
"This is Mr. Peng." Lu Gengshen introduced Peng Bo. He looked at Peng Bo and said, "You asked me to find such a person, so you must know him, but it can be seen from his tone and expression that he is interested in The little fat black man was very dissatisfied.
"Sit." Peng Bo pointed to the chair opposite.
Guo Degang, who has middle-parted hair, smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed. He glanced at Heinwei, and he was three points shorter without realizing it. "Mr. Peng, sit down, I'll just stand up."
"You're welcome. If it's suitable and destined, we will be a family in the future." Peng Bo said with a smile.
6 Gengshen ignored Guo Degang. He also pulled up a chair and sat down, looking at the "comedy genius" he had brought back from the capital. At this time, the genius was a little nervous, with a smile on his face and his words were uneven. slip.
"First time in Shanghai?"
"It's the first time." Guo Degang smiled and said, "Thank you." Heinwei pulled a chair for him. He looked at Peng Bo and then sat down. They were sitting like old friends, and they couldn't tell who they were. During the interview.
"This is Lujiazui in the east of Shanghai. Five years ago, it was still barren farmland, but now it is the financial district of Shanghai." At this time, there were more than 3,000 construction sites started at the same time here at its peak. United Nations Secretary-General Kofi Annan inspected Hudong. , you see cranes everywhere you go. He said: I finally understand why the bird in Shanghai is the crane, because in English, crane and crane have the same word.
Soon after, Lujiazui became the financial engine of Shanghai and Shanghai, with buildings roaring around it.
Peng Bo pointed to the lights outside the window, "Here, you can even feel the silver flowing in the streets. Brother Degang, do you want to pick up gold and silver here?"