Time Smuggling Starting from the Year 2000

Chapter 62: Management rights (4)

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After returning to Sao Paulo, with only one day of rest, Huang Xuan called to rent a helicopter and flew to the office of Shengfeng Company.

Although Shengfeng Company's main business is agricultural products, its headquarters is still located in Sao Paulo because its products are mainly sold domestically. Of course, maybe the ladies and gentlemen of Shengfeng prefer the popularity of St. Paul.

Direta Street is one of the main commercial centers in Brazil. The headquarters of Shengfeng Company is located on the first floor of the Bento Building on this street. There are nearly a hundred employees in total, and most of the middle managers are Brazilians.

Like many buildings in Sao Paulo, there are four helicopter bays on the top floor of the Bento Building, one of which is a public bay. After Huang Xuan got off the plane, he hung up the phone to Huang Youwei and only said: "I have arrived at the company. ”

At the elevator entrance, Deputy General Manager He Zeng led several senior executives to greet him. He took the lead in saying hello to Huang Xuan. He approached Huang Xuan and said in Chinese: "The general manager has just gone out. I can't come to pick you up in time. Let me be responsible for the reception."

Huang Xuan nodded lightly, nodded to several people behind him, and walked into the door with Chinese and Portuguese characters written on it.

Most of Shengfeng's employees are stationed in farms spread across savannas. 10,000 hectares is 100 square kilometers, distributed in seven states in the Midwest, which also makes Shengfeng's employees more dispersed. The Sao Paulo headquarters is the most centralized place, including the human resources, finance, import and export trade department and other functional departments. It is fully equipped.

The staff in the room stood up and applauded. Huang Xuan, who had never seen such a scene before, was caught off guard. After a few applauses, Huang Xuan pressed his hands and said in Portuguese: "Everyone is so enthusiastic. Meet me." We are as enthusiastic as the Brazilians, thank you." He said and bowed slightly.

His Portuguese is already very authentic. In fact, there is still a big difference between the Portuguese spoken by Brazilians and the Portuguese spoken by Portuguese. However, this has surprised everyone present. After all, Huang Xuan is just a young man who has just come to Brazil.

The applause became even more enthusiastic. Huang Xuan walked toward the room marked the general manager's room with a smile on his face. He Zeng's face tightened. Before he could stop him, the former had already opened the door and walked in.

Huang Youwei was leaning on the back of his chair and sipping tea. Huang Xuan hissed and said, "Manager Huang is back?"

"Yeah?" Huang Youwei straightened up and almost hit the table in front of him. He followed Huang Xuan and blinked fiercely. He also took advantage of the situation and said "Yeah." This time, his tone was lowered.

The words on the door of the room were all in Portuguese. Neither of them expected that Huang Xuan had learned Portuguese in a few days, and they were caught off guard by him.

"Just come back." Huang Xuan didn't use the topic as an excuse. He just pulled Huang Youwei's chair away, sat on it, and said to a group of people crowded at the door: "Let's have a small meeting. According to domestic parlance, the supervisor will Everyone, please come in."

More than 20 people came in noisily, among which there were only 8 Chinese people. In addition to the three general managers, there were several department managers and financial directors. Huang Xuan smiled at the people below and said in Portuguese: "Everyone, please take a seat first." "Excuse me, I am the BOSS of this company. Everyone knows this, right?"

Everyone nodded. The change of ownership of Shengfeng Company happened a few months ago, and the whole company was notified at that time.

"Then I am now taking over the management rights of Shengfeng Company. Have you been notified?"

Huang Xuan's Portuguese was fairly clear, but there was a commotion underneath. Huang Youwei looked sullen. He didn't expect that Huang Xuan would come so impatiently to seize power. He couldn't help laughing in his heart. After all, he was still a child. There is none in the city.

"We don't know about this yet." Someone suddenly said in a loud voice, and then added: "Of course the management rights must be handed over to experienced people."

The words were also spoken in Portuguese, and everyone present could hear them clearly. The noise suddenly disappeared.

Brazilians are not stupid either. Their ancestors did not make up the proverb about shooting the first bird, but everyone still knows it clearly, especially those guys who work in foreign companies. Although they fight in the nest all day long, but for The struggle at the top level is a lack of interest. Brazilians understand that the chance of reaching the top level in such an exclusive foreign company is too low.

Huang Xuan glanced at the person who spoke. It was the company's customs declaration manager named Li Minpu. He looked like he was just thirty years old. His face was full of arrogance and his eyebrows were raised high, like a rooster ready to fight.

Huang Youwei has been working at Shengfeng for 4 years. In these four years, the entire company's senior management has been monolithic. According to common sense, not to mention Huang Xuan, even if Zhang Xinyi came in person, they would not be able to touch them at all in a short time. If they want to reorganize the company A company, unless someone can catch someone's sore foot, is going to be a bit more troublesome than rebuilding.

However, Lorraine was not able to judge by common sense. Huang Xuan lightly knocked on the table and said: "Whether you know it or not, then you know it today, is it okay?"

The answer was low and weak, and Huang Xuan was not annoyed. He turned back to Huang Youwei and said, "We don't have much time today. I want to take a look at the company's accounts to get a general understanding."

These had been prepared long ago, and a secretary immediately sent over the compiled accounts, but Huang Xuan did not read them and said, "I want to see the original records."

Huang Youwei almost laughed out loud. This young man wants to see the original records. Does he understand? He didn't have much time, and the original records in more than a dozen filing cabinets could blind him.

Li Minpu also looked dumbfounded, and the two deputy general managers shook their heads. Huang Xuanwu unconsciously glared at the secretary and said, "What are you doing standing still? Go get it quickly."

"Did you hear that? Hurry up!" Huang Youwei also shouted. Otherwise, he would have grinned.

The secretary asked awkwardly: "When did you get it?"

"I started carrying it three years ago. If you can't carry it, find a few more people to carry it." Huang Xuan calmly took a sip of tea and leaned his back deeply on the chair.

The conference room immediately fell silent. People who were originally prepared to watch the joke gradually became uneasy when they saw Huang Xuan's calm expression. Huang Youwei bit his gums and raised his head. There were indeed some problems with the accounts. This kind of "flying land" enterprise There is nothing wrong with the accounts, but these are accounts that have been prepared a long time ago. Let alone a young man, even if he asks someone from the tax department to check, he may not be able to hold on to the evidence even if he is tired.

Stacks of original records were moved into the conference room, and a layer of fly ash suddenly rose up. Everyone evaded, and there were also people patting their suits. Only Huang Xuan sat motionless on the chair, looking down from the first page with a sullen face. Turned over.

Here, there are ordinary journals, as well as a large number of invoices, stubs, etc., all piled together, which looks like a headache.

However, Huang Xuan's way of checking the accounts is definitely different, because he doesn't look at the contents of the records at all. He just flips through the pages, as if he pulls out one or more pages at random. , dividing the invoices, bills, stubs, etc. that filled the conference table into three parts.

There is no problem with one stack, but there is naturally a problem with the remaining two stacks.

It took about thirty minutes for Huang Xuan to finish flipping through a year's records. He stopped, shook his hands, took a sip of tea, waved to the financial director, and said, "Come here, I'll ask you some questions."

The finance manager, who was nearly fifty years old and named Liu Hong, with a round belly and a round face, came over with a smile on his face and said in Chinese: "Young Master Huang, please tell me."

"Call the boss." Huang Xuan spoke in Portuguese.

"Yes, Boss Huang."

It sounded awkward. Huang Xuan squinted one eye and looked at him. He took out the top invoice from the problematic pile, flipped through a few pages, put it on the table and said, "Can you tell me?" "Why is this one of the invoices printed using a different printer?"

Liu Hong had been working in finance for thirty years and had never encountered such a problem. He looked left and right and said, "Of course this is possible. Maybe the printer was broken at the time, or maybe they were printed separately."

"Really? The middle one happened to be broken, and then the next one was good again." Huang Xuan joked.

Which printer was used to print? This kind of thing requires professional equipment to judge. Liu Hong's first feeling was that there was a traitor, but before he could figure out the problem, Huang Xuan took out a few more check stubs and invoices and asked: “Why is it that the money in the check has already been withdrawn, but the invoice was issued three months later

Liu Hongxiao's muscles stiffened, he swallowed hard, took the invoice and looked at it pretendingly, and said: "You are wrong, the time is the same."

"The time written on it is the same, but the time on the ink is three months different."

"How is this possible..." Liu Hong shook his hands and glanced at Huang Youwei secretly. He naturally recognized this invoice. It was his first million-dollar income. For this reason, he helped Huang Youwei embezzle tens of millions of dollars. The amount of money was specially made to settle the account at that time, but who knew that the time of the ink three years ago could be seen with the naked eye

Huang Xuan smiled indifferently. He didn't need Liu Hong to admit it. Through the great comrade Supervisor, he had long known that Shengfeng Company was a bad debt. Huang Youwei has been the general manager for such a long time and helped his grandfather earn a lot of money. Nothing would have happened to him originally. Unfortunately, Huang Xuan came too early and many problems were not dealt with in time. In theory, all the problems that could be dealt with in a short time have been solved. It has been dealt with, and the rest may not be dealt with at all.

He Zeng coughed and was about to speak. Huang Xuan immediately glared at him fiercely, continued to pick up the account book on it, and said: "Liu Hong, please tell me why the middle pages of this ledger have been changed." ”

Liu Hong took it over with trembling hands. He looked around and couldn't figure out what the problem was. Of course he couldn't tell that the glue was different.

Without going into details, Huang Xuan switched to the next book, while everyone in the room looked at his little BOSS's performance in amazement. Huang Youwei and others even stayed on the spot. As for those Pakistani employees who were not familiar with Huang Xuan, their faces were full of admiration. Just when everyone was speechless because of Huang Xuan's feat, Huang Xuan dropped the remaining ledgers and said to his secretary in a calm voice: "Call the police!"

"No." Liu Hong's mouth was crooked in fear, as if he had a stroke. He threw himself on the table, stretched out his long hand in front of Huang Xuan, and said: "Master Huang, no, Boss Huang, Boss Huang, for the sake of me For the sake of working for Shengfeng for 5 years, Boss Huang.”

Deputy General Manager Meng Quhao, who had not spoken for a long time, also pleaded: "Boss Huang, these are company business transactions, we should handle them internally first."

He was not only pleading for Liu Hong, but to be more precise, he had no intention of pleading for Liu Hong, but he was worried that the incomprehensible boss in front of him would throw everyone into it.

He Zeng and others also agreed, and for a while, Chinese-style pleas and Pakistani-style persuasion came one after another.

If it was just to control the management rights of this company, Huang Xuan might lower the stick he raised high, but he doesn't look down on the small Shengfeng at all, even though the company has assets of nearly 150 million. US dollars, but its annual profits are only 10 million, with most of the rest being taken up by domestic family businesses, and as part of the compromise, contracts with several companies were signed for a full five years.

Huang Xuan swept away Liu Hong's hand unmoved and said to his secretary word by word: "Call the police!"

He wants to say hello to those self-righteous Huang family members and tell them, "I am still here and living a good life." (To be continued)