Inside the spacious office, there is a whole wall of floor-to-ceiling windows and the decoration style is very modern. All the energy of this company has been put into this kind of hardware installation. The person at the helm is an idiot who drives a convertible sports car in the middle of winter and almost has a runny nose. The financial sponsor doesn't even recognize him when he stands in front of him. How can this company not be on the verge of bankruptcy
Wu Junyuan personally brewed a cup of the best Da Hong Pao and handed it to Wen Qiao: "Mr. Wen, my son just didn't recognize the real man. I'm sorry for offending him. I'll teach him a lesson when I get home. Don't take it to heart."
The second-generation rich man sat across from her with his legs crossed, looking unconvinced. Wen Qiao tapped the table lightly: "I heard that the company is going to choose a new general manager to manage operations. I came here today to cast a vote."
Wu Zhe was anxious. He thought the voting was just a show and he tampered with the counting process. In the end, he was still the general manager to manage the company. But now that this little girl was here, things weren't going to be that easy.
"Dad, I don't want to bother Mr. Wen with this matter, right?"
Wu Junliang chuckled and said, "Yes, Mr. Wen..."
Wen Qiao raised his hand: "I hope to maximize the interests of the company. I vote for Fang Zijun."
Wen Qiao had a deep understanding of this small pharmaceutical company. After all, she was going to invest in it, so she had done a lot of detailed research.
The only candidates for general manager are Wu Zhe and Fang Zijun. If Wen Qiao does not come, the position of general manager will still fall to Wu Zhe, and the voting is just a formality.
Wu Zhe was anxious: "Dad, what about me?"
Wen Qiao turned the pen in his hand and said, "Just continue to do your original job, Young Director."
It's just a position with no real title. The running of the entire company should be handed over to talented people. Mr. Wu should just be a qualified second-generation rich man. Isn't it good to have someone to help him do things
Wu Zhe: "Then I don't have any real power, right?"
Everything was sorted out by Fang Zijun, and he was just asked to sign at the end. All his rights were taken away from him. How could that be possible
Wen Qiao was too lazy to talk to him and pointed at He Yang: "Mr. Wu, he studies blood. I want to open a new laboratory."
Mr. Wu was sweating: "Mr. Wen, this... this should be considered carefully, right?"
Wen Qiao raised his hand: "I am here today for these two things. You can make your own decisions on other matters. These two things are settled. Let Fang Zijun be the professional general manager, open a laboratory for He Yang, and let him be a researcher. I will supplement the funds. I have other things to do. Tell me if there is anything else."
After Wen Qiao left, Wu Zhe started to throw a tantrum: "Dad, look at you, you are inviting a wolf into the house. The little girl is trying to bully us. I won't listen to her anyway. I will go against her and force this damn girl away!"
Wu Junliang was helpless: "What can we do? Do you know how many pharmaceutical companies went bankrupt last year? If it weren't for this little girl, our company would have gone bankrupt a long time ago, and we would have started liquidating our assets a long time ago."
"Anyway, if I don't force her out, I won't be named Wu. I can invest, but we must still have the say in the company. She can just take the lion's share of the year-end dividends. Which director would interfere with the company's business decisions as much as she does?"
Wu Junliang patted his head: "Didn't you offend her in the beginning?"
Wu Zhe felt wronged: "Who knows? The little girl looks so young, who would know that she is actually the major shareholder?"
(End of this chapter)