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Chapter Eleven: Not Simple Purposes

Zhao Song thought about it. Kyoto was Tesla's base camp. Even if Liu Cong really brought him a bunch of chassis, he would still be sure to sell them in Kyoto.

In the next few days, Zhonghai - Ten Thousand Years Bastard - Zhao Song changed his previous extremely conservative temperament and hired ten sales associates, three of whom were recent college graduates.

This year, the policy of not receiving allocations for college students has been fully implemented, and there are not many people who are unemployed after graduation.

The three college students have obtained their junior college diplomas. After several months of job hunting, their arrogant and arrogant temperaments have been somewhat tempered. Although they are still a little arrogant and arrogant, Zhao Song is willing to be their leader.

Because the three of them never showed any emotion towards Zhao Song's age during the interview, but instead showed expressions of admiration.



Through the relationship of Director Qin of China Shipping, Phase I of Bainaohui, Xiyangmenwai Street, provided Tesla with a small counter on the first floor, with normal rent, no discounts, and no large advertisements.

Bainaohui, a subsidiary of Wanwan Lantian Group, always has a cold look, which makes Zhao Song confused.

But there is no other way. In the future, the Sunset District, which is full of luxury houses, will only have one IT store, Bainaohui.

As for Gome, which exists in all streets and alleys, Zhao Song has never considered it. Considering the terrifying payment delivery period, it is better to let those brand-name machines play.

Zhongguancun is in the north, Bainaohui is in the east, and the most favorite place in the west is Xidan Shopping Mall, a colder state-owned enterprise. If you want a counter, you can't even queue up, so Zhao Song can only trouble Da Da's brother-in-law.

In Zhao Song's view, that is the center of the universe. As long as the Xidan Mall is successfully opened, Tesla's east-west, north-west layout will be considered complete.

As for the south of Kyoto, what’s there?

……….

Tuesday, June 13, 2000, sunny.

As the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the students in the accounting department stood up and looked at the back seat intentionally or unintentionally. The weirdo in the class changed his usual appearance, and everyone wanted to watch the fun.

On campus, in addition to his school uniform, Zhao Song is wearing a Tesla T-shirt. Today, he is wearing a formal suit, black leather shoes, black trousers, and a white shirt. At this time, Xiaoyan is helping him tie his tie. There is a piece of clothing hanging on the table and chair next to him.

Black suit.

"Zhao Song, what kind of trouble do you want to make?" Li Yong asked him.

"I found a part-time job. It's my first day of work today. I have to arrive before 11 o'clock." Zhao Song answered while putting the books into Li Yong's schoolbag.

"Tesla doesn't care anymore?"

"The supervisor of that company was very nice and allowed me to arrive late and leave early." Zhao Song was also puzzled by this.

"Zhao Song, how much money do you make now?" Jia Zhou, his former roommate, suddenly came over and asked.

Xiaoyan, who was tying her tie, paused for a moment, frowned and looked at him before continuing to tie her tie.

Zhao Song said happily: "I don't make less, I don't make more, I just make hard money. If you are short of money, you can give it a try."

Jiazhou was noncommittal and smiled politely, "Okay, I'll trouble you if necessary."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Tongtong looked sideways at his back from the side, turned to Zhao Song and said: "You scolded me that day, and the atmosphere in our department has improved a lot. No matter how happy those grasshoppers are, few people pay attention to them.

Recently I started running around in the student union.”

Zhao Song was delighted: "The student union of our school is the best place for them to show their talents."

Xiaoyan patted the tie and said, "Okay, please be gentle when untying it, and you can still wear it next time."

Zhao Song picked up the handbag and said, "Thank you, sister-in-law. The club has to help me take care of it. If there is still no one next semester, I will recruit people in the society."

Tongtong suddenly said with interest: "Zhao Song, what do you think of me?"

"Is your family short of money?"

"Can we only go there as part of a work-study program?"

"No, of course you are welcome to go, but can you get along with Bai Li?" Although they are both big girls in Kyoto, their circles are completely different.

And according to the law that beautiful women should not be friends with beautiful women, there is a high probability that two people will dislike each other.

Tongtong thought for a while and said, "If she doesn't mess with me, I won't mess with her."

"Okay, Xiaoyan, you can take Tongtong with you for a few days, and it happens to be staggered with Baili's class."

A school beauty, a department beauty, Zhao Song began to consider raising the price again.

Picking up the suit, "No more words, I'm going to pursue happiness!"

……..

Zhao Song's happiness is the house.

Wancheng Hua Di Sales Office.

Parking the Jinbei on the roadside, Zhao Song didn't dare to park in front of the sales office. Even the Blue Bird sedan there was considered the lowest-end. Parking the Jinbei there, did he feel disgusted with himself or others?

"Xiao Zhao is here. The supervisor asked you to go directly to her office." A beautiful sales lady said to Zhao Song.

Of course, the sales ladies here are all beautiful. The word "miss" has not been used yet. In the future, they will be called professional consultants.

"Thank you, Sister Fen."

The air conditioner in the sales office was blowing hard for free. Zhao Song straightened his suit and knocked on the door gently.

"Hello, Director Lin."

There was a middle-aged woman in the room, wearing a smart women's suit, and her serious eyes made Zhao Song tremble a little.

"Sit down quickly, Zhao Song." Manager Lin said with a smile.

Zhao Song sat nervously opposite Director Lin. He thought simply about coming to Wancheng Mansion to work part-time.

Being a sales lady is one of the most stressful professions. Unless you are a very beautiful woman, it is impossible to accept a part-time job from an ungraduated college student. As for how Zhao Song got in, he was also confused.

"Haven't you figured it out yet?" Manager Lin asked with a smile.

Zhao Song shook his head.

Manager Lin looked at Zhao Song blankly for a long time, and then said slowly: "One day and four months."

Zhao Song's entire scalp suddenly became numb.

"Director Lin, I quit!" Zhao Song quickly stood up and took off the Armani suit he was given yesterday.

"Zhonghai Zhaosong!" Manager Lin said quietly.

Zhao Song stood stiffly.

"The girl standing next to me yesterday is my daughter. She has been unable to forget the ax for four months. I am also afraid every day. If I don't have the ax..."

"Director Lin!" Zhao Song interrupted her, "I don't understand what you are talking about!"

"Wancheng went public in Xiangjiang in 1996, and developed two major projects, namely Wancheng Hua Di and Sanlitun 33. Such a large company can still ask questions if it wants to."

Zhao Song sat down slowly and said nothing.

"Yesterday, we thought you were having some difficulties, so we agreed to your request. The lobby was full of regular employees of the company's sales department. There was never any talk of part-time jobs."

Zhao Song sat slumped. He thought of things too simply. A concept that only emerged ten years later, a single-story villa in the sky, could not be developed by a small company now.

"I made a few calls one night." Manager Lin said with a smile: "Zhonghai Zhao Song, what is the purpose of your coming to Wancheng? Please tell me directly. If you can help, I will definitely help!"

Zhao Song slowly raised his head and said calmly: "Now that you know what I do, you should be able to guess my purpose of saving people in that fire...

It’s not that simple!”

Total assets: 25 million, 0/18 sets of commercial housing.


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