Old Xiong is a very forward-thinking person, he likes the atmosphere of freedom and democracy where things are easy to discuss. However, with his public abdication as the founder, Wei Qian became the dictator of the entire company, and the old approval and discussion system of the three meetings and one layer quickly survived in name only.
In Lin Qing’s words, since Mr. Wei became Director Wei, his level of terror has also been upgraded from the level of “Sneeze Monster” to “Bick King” with the shotgun. It was originally a humanized and flat-level company. Like a piece of fragile soap bubbles, it was destroyed by his slap.
Less than a week after Wei Qian took over, the entire company turned into a concentration camp with mechanical operations.
And under such a heavy pressure like the Nazis, the work efficiency is almost double that of before.
The personnel department closed the door during lunch break to discuss the result internally. Lin Qing summed up the reason: it was because every time Wei Dong stared coldly at the person who was delaying other affairs, that gaze could make people "two wars, I almost want to go first."
The insider who came out of Wei Qian's office was called "Midnight Ring", and when he answered the phone, the person who said "Come to my office" with no beginning and no end, was even more terrifying like "Avada Kedavra".
The materials to be submitted to the creditors were sent back by Wei Qian and asked to be rewritten more than 20 times. Only the three department managers of the investment, finance and budget departments were written so that they wanted to grab the land and kill themselves.
They have to work overtime, and the logistics departments such as administration and personnel have to coordinate. The entire headquarters and even the front desk only dare to go out to buy drinks.
In this way, it has been spinning continuously for more than half a month, day and night, with an average working time of more than twelve hours a day.
As for weekends? what is that? Can I eat it
Finally, the last edition was reluctantly approved by Wei Qian.
The cognition of "the new boss is a pervert" was cast in the hearts of every employee like a cornerstone, but it is strange that none of them resigned in the end.
When times of crisis strike, psychopaths are far more effective than lenient leaders.
More than a month later, Wei Qian brought San Pang and two department managers to several creditors and went through several negotiations.
It turned out to be a success, and Wei Qian delayed the repayment period for one year.
The price is that he mortgaged almost all the equity of the project company currently under construction.
In San Pang's words: "This is great, we have changed from the death penalty to the death sentence with reprieve—hey, isn't that your Xiaoyuan? How did he come here?"
Wei Qian asked people to park the car under the office building of the company, poked his head out and asked, "Why are you here?"
Wei Zhiyuan got off the bicycle and stuffed a lunch box into his hand through the car window: "I'm going to hold a seminar with a teacher in other places next week, and I may not be able to come back until the weekend. I don't know what to do every day. Well, I have paid for her salary and grocery shopping. If you have any laundry to do, put it in the small basket at the door, and she will pick it up. I also bought an extra set of daily necessities at home. Alright, I've arranged the medicines that grandma usually takes in order, and I've written down how many pills of each to take and posted them next to the medicine bottle. If Xiaobao is not at home, you can take some for her, three times a day."
Wei Qian frowned imperceptibly. Although Wei Zhiyuan explained a lot of things that he didn't need to do, they felt trivial and troublesome to his ears.
"You have to remember to eat on time," Wei Zhiyuan said, "I bought a carton of milk and put it in the refrigerator. Warm it up when you drink it, and don't drink it cold."
Wei Zhiyuan ordered, as if he just remembered that someone else was present, and smiled at the others as if he was a little "embarrassed": "Brother, third brother, then I'm leaving."
Said, he carried his shoulder bag, got on the bicycle, and disappeared at the corner of the street in a blink of an eye.
The expressions of the two managers were as fantastic as if they had just seen Osama bin Laden picking his nose—even though their perverted boss hadn't said a few words from the beginning to the end, he looked pleasant.
What is the concept of Mr. Wei's kindness
That's like Jurassic and donuts, two irrelevant things!
At this time, only Mr. Sanpang Tanyu was calm and even serious.
From the perspective of a bystander, he felt a certain kind of crisis that was approaching the city - when did Wei Qian and his family live in such a long-winded way
Wei Qian’s life was so casual before, when he wanted to eat fritters, he opened the window and yelled downstairs, owed money if he didn’t have any change, when he didn’t want to eat, he just grabbed a handful of rice and threw it into the pot to cook a pot of porridge. Just get two mouthfuls of pickles and eat them. And every morning when he rode his bicycle to school, he would grab a piece of corn from Mrs. Song's pot, hold the handlebar with one hand and gnaw it with the other. Although several years have passed, San Pang still has the illusion that it is vivid.
San Pang has been in the office for a long time, and he will unconsciously think deeply. Wei Zhiyuan felt to him like a quiet spider, subtly weaving some kind of invisible and intangible order web in his home. Everyone will subconsciously get used to and obey—including Wei Qian, the head of the family who is strong on the outside but on the inside.
Sanpang clearly saw Wei Qian frown just now, and with the friendship between the two of them since they were young, wearing open crotch pants, Sanpang could read the message "Huh? Why did he suddenly say that he was going to leave? It's really troublesome" from his eyes.
If it was in the past, let alone the younger brother going out for a week, it would be fine for Wei Zhiyuan to go abroad to Antarctic scientific research for two years. Whoever wants to go wherever he likes, as long as he doesn't die outside and doesn't come back, Wei Qian will probably give him some encouragement. Money—with one less person standing in the way, he will calm down even more.
Changed, unknowingly changed.
Wei Qian got out of the car with his lunch box, and San Pang hurriedly followed and went upstairs with him. He decided to find out what this matter meant.
San Pang tentatively asked: "Why have you become the shopkeeper of your family?"
Wei Qian sighed: "I can't take care of it."
San Pang said half-jokingly: "You can't do it, Your Majesty, the power has been emptied, and the door of the Ministry of Internal Affairs is opened there. Do you remember—do you still know what brand of toilet paper you use in your house, and how much is the hourly wage for hourly workers?" ?"
Wei Qian: ""
He really doesn't know.
When Mrs. Song was in charge of the house, because she was illiterate, she didn't know how to do many things, so Wei Qian still needed to be careful. Ever since Mrs. Song fell ill, Wei Zhiyuan took over these matters without anyone paying attention, and Wei Qian seemed to have never thought about it.
San Pang shook his head: "Damn, Long Live Lord, you just wait to be forced to usurp the throne."
Wei Qian smiled, but didn't take it to heart, thinking he was joking.
San Pang went around in circles and said, "By the way, I still want to ask, your Xiaoyuan is almost in his third year, and he didn't find you a younger brother or sister at school?"
Which pot of this grandson is not open and which pot is lifted, Wei Qian's expression changed at that time: "Don't mention it."
San Pang looked at no one around, and followed Wei Qian's office: "What's the matter? Did he find a salt-free girl or a Hedong lion?"
That's fine, as long as it's a woman and alive, Wei Qian thinks he can like it.
The debt dragged on for another year, and Wei Qian felt that he was finally relieved. Before he could catch his breath, he was blocked by San Pang again. He didn't want to say it at first, but wanted to make a fuss about it, so he said: "I'm busy every day, there are a lot of extracurricular activities in and out of class, and I can occasionally make an investment to make a small gadget and make a little money."
"Oh, I know this. When we were as old as him, we were fooled by the old bear to say 'labor is the past, capital is the present, and technology is the future'. We dared to do 'now' back then, people Promising ones are now staring at the 'future'." San Pang said, "When you were away on a business trip, I saw those children once, and they all brought computers to your house for a party. There are two little girls, don't tell me, there is a girl who doesn't know how she looks, she really has a 'future flavor', she is very handsome"
Wei Qian couldn't eat and put the lunch box Wei Zhiyuan prepared for him aside, took the chopsticks as a pawn, twirled it between his fingers, and finally couldn't help but tell the truth to Sanpang listlessly: "Nothing, that girl is so successful!" Angels don't work either."
San Pang had a premonition here, Wei Qian's answer was ready to come out, his eyelids twitched, and there was a bitter feeling that the crow's mouth had come true.
Sure enough, Wei Qian said weakly: "That bastard told me that he fell in love with a man, and I have been fighting with him for several years, and I can't get back."
Although San Pang had expected it earlier, but after hearing it with his own ears, he still didn't know what expression to use, so he had to put on a fantastic face.
Wei Qian sighed, raised his head and told San Pang: "I told you when I was your own brother, don't go out and talk nonsense to me, it's not good for the child."
San Pang looked at Wei Qian, and was heartbroken to find that this unconscious brother was still counting money.
He knew that he couldn't tell the truth, firstly, Wei Qian might not believe it, and secondly, he didn't know what would happen if he really told the truth, so he put his hands on his heart and pretended to be delicate, and asked tremblingly: "Then I didn't tell you who he fell in love with?" ?”
Wei Qian rolled his eyes at him: "Then who knows—it's not you anyway, don't be nervous, you look safe."
San Pang was simply mourning his misfortune, annoyed at his indisputable anger, and shouted, "My brother!"
Wei Qian thought he was lamenting Wei Zhiyuan, waved his hand and said, "Let him go, I can't control it anyway."
That's right, silly brother, I'm afraid it won't be up to you when the time comes—San Pang glanced at Wei Qian with a very sad expression, got up silently and left Wei Qian's office, finally understood how he took the high fever as a fire back then, Treating pneumonia as a cold, he hated Wei Qian's informality like never before.
After San Fatty returned home, the more he thought about it, the more something went wrong. Just like most straight men, Wei Zhiyuan's one-sided distorted feelings for Wei Qian made him feel uncomfortable.
He watched Wei Zhiyuan grow up. He was called "Third Brother" since he was a child, and San Pang didn't want to judge him maliciously, let alone use the word "disgusting" to describe him, but he can accept it calmly. unable.
San Pang felt that he knew what Wei Zhiyuan was thinking, that Wei Zhiyuan was using a certain method to enhance his sense of existence, and if this continued, one day Wei Qian would be inseparable from him.
Because of his family when he was a child, Wei Qian had some obstacles in interacting with women. San Pang didn't want to see Wei Zhiyuan go astray, and he didn't want to see him get his brother involved.
This won't work, it will be dangerous if it goes on like this, and we have to think of a way to ruin this matter—San Pang thought secretly in his heart.
Regardless of what San Fatty planned, after Wei Qian tried his best to temporarily solve the debt problem, he found a turning point to revitalize the project, which was brought about by the most inconspicuous consultant ever .
The cost of a large consulting firm ranges from a few hundred thousand to tens of millions. For Wei Qian, who "money is everything" at this time, it is too expensive. He can only hire some local ones, which are relatively small Consulting company, the other party sent someone to contact him.
The name of the visitor was Ma Chunming, who was about the same age as Wei Qian himself, with a baby face and two dimples when he smiled. His face, clothes and conversation seemed to be interpreting with his life what is meant by "no hair on the mouth, not doing things well" Prison", seems extremely unreliable.
Wei Qian looked at his sloppy old suit that looked like performance art, so he could only patiently and tentatively ask: "May I ask what major you studied in?"
Comrade Ma Chunming, a consultant, told him proudly: "Food safety."
Wei Qian: ""
When Ma Chunming saw his expression, his self-confidence was hit first. He carefully opened the file folder in front of him and explained in a low voice: "But I don't think my major is important. I can quickly figure out a job within ten days. This is the quality that customers need.”
Wei Qian thought about it, and it made sense. He was a student of life sciences, and now he sat in this position by accident. He relies on this for a living, so he should have two brushes, right
So he maintained a polite and gentle attitude, and continued to ask: "Then can I ask you, how did you figure out the entire industry in ten days for the project you took on last time that had nothing to do with your major? "
Ma Chunming pondered for a moment, and said with the posture and tone of a review: "To tell you the truth, this is actually my first contact with business. I am a doctoral student who has just graduated from school, and I have been employed for less than half a year. "
In front of a real estate boss, what is the difference between a doctor in food safety who is not taught and taught, and a toddler who was left in the Gobi desert
Wei Qian even noticed that the other party's hand holding the folder was shaking.
What is cheap but not good
Wei Qian completely lost his little patience, and planned to call an insider to invite the doctor out.
Who would have thought that Ma Chunming would be witty now, seeing his indifferent expression and raising his hand to pick up the phone, he immediately knew the fate of being thrown out, he hurriedly tried to save him, speaking at the speed of a machine gun, desperately Fight for opportunities for yourself: "I, I, I can really understand an industry within ten days, please listen to our steps!"
Wei Qian said indifferently: "I don't need to listen, I don't want to pay someone who studies food to teach me how to sell a house—not even a doctor."
He said that he picked up the phone and dialed directly to the administrator: "Call someone to come over and help me see off the guests."
Ma Chunming gnawed his fingernails nervously, his eyes blinked quickly, and his round face made him look like a groundhog with a convulsion.
"You, you, listen! I'll tell you right away—we will first study what the entire industry relies on to survive, that is, what everyone sells." Groundhog said quickly, meeting Wei Qian's indifferent gaze, A layer of sweat soon soaked on his forehead, but he had no choice but to continue talking, hoping to impress the young helmsman in front of him with the slightest hope.
"After studying the actual value, we will study what is the source of these values, that is, from the beginning of 'production' to the complete sale, which links are auxiliary and which links are key, that is, to create value of."
At this time, the door of Wei Qian's office opened, and a male employee in the administrative office first greeted Wei Qian in a well-trained manner, then his eyes fell on the consultant who was about to cry, and he said politely: "Yes. Send this guest out?"
Ma Chunming didn't expect that he would screw up so quickly. He suddenly felt that his life had become gloomy. He stared at Wei Qian with an inexplicable expression of grief and indignation, picked up his bag listlessly, and thought desperately: Is there such a waste as me? After studying for a Ph.D., I couldn't find a suitable job. I finally got into a "consulting company", but after I went in, I found that it was called a "liar company". The first time I did business, I was despised by customers.
Ma Chunming felt that people like himself were not going to die, so after he decided to leave here, the first thing he did was to find a subway and lie on the tracks.
At this moment, Wei Qian suddenly said, "No, I want you to pour a glass of water for the guest. He will sit down for a while."
Ma Chunming, who was trying to figure out how he was crushed by the speeding train, his eyes hanging on the window, was stunned.
Until the staff member poured him a glass of water, then silently exited.
Wei Qian crossed his hands on the table: "What did you just say? The value of every link from the beginning of the project to the sale of the product? Tell me in detail."
Ma Chunming breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It is necessary to figure out what are the links first, what to do in the early stage, what to do during construction, etc., and each step is critical to the success of the project. Impact."
Wei Qian suddenly had a feeling of enlightenment, he found out where he was wrong.
When we first cooperated with Mr. Zhang, the value of Mr. Zhang lies in his connections. He has a very good background in the local area, and he can get the land they want with high quality and low price. This is the value, which is reflected in the substantial cost of the final product. reduce on.
But not this time, Zhang is always a local snake, he went all the way to C City to fight for a piece of land, without any foundation, so he lost his basic advantage.
The land acquisition process for them to obtain land use rights was extremely smooth, as if it was taken for granted.
But they should know that the early stage of land acquisition is obviously a very important value-added link, and the superiority of contacts or planning is the key point of value-added. None of these key points are reflected, and the government hastily approved the land use permit. The conclusion of "Li Sheng's road is unpicked, and he will suffer"
It's not okay to be lucky.
Wei Qian figured out the crux of the matter in an instant, and immediately flashed several directions for solutions.
"Ma Chunming, right?" He raised his head and smiled at the anxious groundhog, "We sincerely invite you to stay and do this consulting work, and you are welcome to join our company if possible later."
The next morning, Wei Qian went to the company for a meeting early. Wei Zhiyuan packed his luggage, explained to Mrs. Song, and finally walked around the house to make sure he didn't miss anything, and then he took it to the door and left.
He didn't know how his strategy of encroaching on whales was. Wei Zhiyuan decided to try it out. He couldn't do it when he was by his side. Only when he stayed away for a few days would he be able to see the situation of the other party's disarming and unarmoring. That's why he agreed to the teacher. invitation.
This is a progress test.
Wei Zhiyuan still doesn't know that his opponent in the future will be San Pang, an invisible saboteur. He is still optimistically estimating that if this goes on, it will only take a year or two for him to succeed.
He thought he still had a lot of time, so he could take it slowly.
Xiaobao lived in the dormitory of the art school for a short period of time during the holidays, and had additional training, so when Wei Zhiyuan left, the house was vacant.
Granny Song leaned on crutches with difficulty, moved out of the room, and slipped around the room twice, already dripping with sweat.
"I'm a useless person." She thought, looking down at the crutch in her hand, "I can't throw this thing away after picking it up."
She is in a gloomy mood—recently, Mrs. Song has always been like this. Give her food, she eats, buys her things, and she is used to scolding others for not being able to live. She either looks angry or listless, and becomes extremely difficult. Please, no one knows how to make her happy.
Mrs. Song knew clearly that she had become stupid. She began to lose her sensitivity to numbers, and she couldn't do the calculations. Even the concept of money became weaker. What I said before, I forgot it after two minutes, and said that it would take a long time before I remembered it again, and realized that I had said annoying words.
Granny Song survived and recovered well, but lost the ability to be happy.
And once Xiaobao, who can talk and laugh, left, she became even more lonely.
Granny Song slowly moved her crutches, opened the door and went to the next door. She planned to sit down with Mazi's mother. She was talking vaguely now, and she had to say it several times before others could understand. They were all busy, and Granny Song was afraid of being annoying, so she Only Mazi's mother had the time to chat with her.
When she entered Mazi's mother's house, Mrs. Song found that Mazi's mother was staring at an old city map in a daze.
Mrs. Song asked, "Auntie, what are you doing?"
Mazi's mother turned her head and saw Mrs. Song, but she didn't panic. She knew what she was doing and would make a fuss if anyone saw her, but this old lady would not.
They share the same physical feelings of powerlessness, the same pain and loneliness.
"Eldest sister," Mazi Ma lowered her voice, and with a strange, pure and expectant smile like a child who knew she was about to go to the playground, she said to Mrs. Song, "I'm going to leave."
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