Chapter 51: Target Dragon City
To summarize Zhao Song's report in one sentence, that is, there has been great progress and many achievements.
After the board of directors approved the proposal for the reform of Huahong's secondary management system and Zhao Song renewed the personnel contract, the entire board of directors entered into a harmonious discussion.
There is no contradiction, no rivalry.
Two years later, if Huahong enters the co-CEO system, Zhao Song will automatically become the assistant to the chairman, as for the chairman, equivalent to the mayor of the prefecture-level city, even if there is no objection here, Zhao Song will not sit in that hot position to find uncomfortable.
The ensuing discussion was so lively that even the middle-aged man in charge of the minutes put down his pen and joined in.
In the pure board of directors present, the things discussed were very impure.
It has nothing to do with Huahong's management, planning, and even no management personnel in the venue attended.
Three years ago, they brought in the best product manager in the world, and three years later, they were excited and nervous about the products he brought.
This is the most noteworthy topic in this board meeting.
Because, due to the chaotic entry of Zhao Song's butterfly, Topp was delayed and Delong was advanced.
Adding two by two, it is not as simple as 1+1=2, and the situation in the stock market has reached a shocking level.
And the shrewd rulers of flower planting, of course, will not ignore the influence of the world's wealth stars and the richest man in planting flowers.
"My opinion is that Shenzhou takes the lead, accounting for only 80% of the all-media value-added services, which can play a role in boosting confidence in the stock market. β
Then immediately hold a commercial landing signing ceremony. β
"I suggest creating a variety of concept stocks, the richest man, Shenzhou, and even combined with Tesla's investment intentions in Qin Province, to bring more listed companies closer to the concept stocks......"
"Zhao Song, does Wu Ming have any intention of going public? What about one kilometer? three links and one reach? Shanshi, Weisonic and even YDL?"
The venue was quiet, so everyone looked at the richest man with anticipation.
Zhao Song sneered and asked, "Is DK okay?"
Eyes retracted, and the discussion continued.
"Shenzhou is a constituent index stock, and it is better for Shenzhou to fight this first cannon!"
No one will force Zhao Song, counting the concentrated investment behavior of Nanda Optoelectronics and entering the west, the richest man has done everything he can.
Of course, no one is stupid enough to agree with DK's bottomless pit to go public and make money!
"That's right......" Zhao Song said.
The venue was already there again, and the enthusiastic gaze almost pierced Zhao Song.
Zhao Song set his eyes on the middle-aged man, and behind him stood the leader in charge of finance, and he had no intention of raising the level of this meeting by countless levels.
"Wu Ming will intervene in the steel capital, I don't know if it will be good for those materials, construction, real estate and other listed companies. β
The middle-aged man's expression froze, and he stayed for a while before nodding his head to show understanding.
"As for Top......"
"Hiss~" This is the inhalation sound of everyone.
"Mr. Zhao~" This is the bearded man's warning to be cautious.
"Mr. Zhao ......" This is a kind reminder from middle-aged people.
Top, a super thunder, combined with what happened to Zhao Song these days, and the farce of 'Han Xin' an hour ago, they knew that there was a giant crocodile waiting for him in Rongcheng!
The representatives of the banking department glanced at each other, opened their mouths, and bowed their heads with wry smiles.
Such a big pit has attracted attention at the highest level, so the most likely way is for the state to intervene, and they will admit compensation, but if Zhao Song comes in, it will be uncertain.
"To tell the truth," Zhao Song explained sincerely, "Topan's mounds of soil across the country are a great temptation for three links and one kilometer, and its thousands of experienced programmers are a powerful reinforcement for Shenzhou and Tesla, and its layout of logistics, medical care, and education industries is a strong supplement to our enterprises." β
Speaking of this, Zhao Song reluctantly smiled and said, "Delong, I have a weak heart, but Topp, I can try." β
The bearded man couldn't help it, frowning and drank: "Mr. Zhao, do you know that there are also ...... who intervened in Tip in the name of solving the crisis?"
"Yes!"
Zhao Song interrupted Wei Xu's persuasion, and replied indifferently: "It's just right, let him solve the problems in the early stage, concentrate on debts and problems, and then dock with me."
Anything that can be solved with money is not a problem. β
"Is that a money thing?" the bearded man raised his voice, "and do you know how much money is involved in Top?"
Top, who had been delayed for a year before exploding, with the blessing of Zhao Song's electronics, software, Internet, and logistics, the sound of the explosion was no longer comparable to that of another world.
"Maybe," Zhao Song showed a strange smile, "People don't want money at all!"
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After a long time, the middle-aged man asked slowly, "Mr. Zhao, do you need us to do anything?"
"Don't do anything, don't give out any news about me and Topp, and if someone has the ability to concentrate Topp's debt and solve the problem, let him do it. β
Zhao Song replied firmly, and then made a promise that made the representatives of the banking department present ecstatic: "In the end, it is me and him, whether it is profit or loss, it has nothing to do with the country, I will bear it with all my might!"
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Time is slowly passing.
The stock retail investor hall on Jing'an Street.
With the last retail investors cutting meat and leaving, there are only a few minutes left before the stock market closes.
All that was left was a crowd of people who looked like the walking dead.
The faΓ§ade facing the street, rows of fiberglass seats, huge electronic screens, red, green and green stock names, prices, rises and falls, K-line charts, noisy crowds, and people's excited or depressed faces when the market rises and falls......
How long has it been since I've seen such a scene?
Now, there are only these numb people who seem to be still insisting on something, and what they are doing every day is waiting for numb eyes and waiting for the big green screen.
"The richest man has come to Shanghai, it will definitely be beneficial!"
"With such a big plate, what can a few benefits do?"
"People said two years ago that if you are not a professional shareholder, you will buy Shenzhou, and it is certain that you will outperform the bank interest, but we don't listen to persuasion~"
"Hindsight~"
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"Ding~"
There was a soft sound, and the green screen stood still.
The crowd, which had been a little agitated just now, instantly quieted down.
"Let's go~"
An old man stood up and staggered out the door, and then, he stood up again, turned his head, and said to the decadent stockholders:
"Insist on persevering, at least, wait for the richest man to leave Shanghai......"
"Yes!"
"Yes~"
Everyone nodded, as if grasping at some life-saving straw, cheered each other on, and then helped each other to stand up and leave the devastated retail hall.
The green screen in the lobby of the stock market crash was left alone, and an inconspicuous ...... in the large screen
Huge numbers!
As the saying goes, if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, and in the modern era of digital settlement, these old stockholders can definitely find the abnormality of the stock market as long as they have their own professional stock trading tools.
The richest man is coming to Shanghai, and the storm is coming.
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As night falls, the lights come on.
The brother and sister who stayed in the 404 Hotel did not eat the food cooked by the chef at the state banquet.
Because the little secretary came with the first batch of precocious June Huang.
"I'll tell you, it's not good to have money," Zhao Song said triumphantly, "while enjoying all the glory and wealth, he has lost all his troubles." β
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In the face of such shameless words, the little secretary Zhu Yue and the big assistant Qin Han looked at each other, and Xiaoyu was used to it.
"Blessed are you today, let you taste my specialty dish - steamed June yellow!"
The three women nodded again and again.
When Zhao Song disappeared into the kitchen, the little secretary pulled Xiaoyu to the side:
After the meeting, the boss went to the stock market again, and his face was a little bad. β
"Oh. Xiaoyu nodded to indicate that she understood.
The little secretary clasped his hands together and begged: "So no matter what the smell is for a while, it must be clean and coax him." β
"Oh~"
Xiaoyu thought for a long time before reluctantly nodding in agreement.
So, half an hour later.
"Wash your hands and eat. β
Zhao Song came out of the kitchen with two large plates, and praised the stupidity that came out of the toilet by the way:
"Clumsy awesome, know everywhere to go to the toilet for personal hygiene. β
"Wang~"
"Hmph~" Xiaoyu wrinkled her little nose and said dissatisfiedly, "I really envy stupidity, I have been praised by someone for pulling a poop!"
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The scene was silent.
"Hmph~"
Under the attention of several people, Xiaoyu kicked away the stupidity that was blocking the way and walked into the bathroom.
"Bang~"
Close the door.
"Whoa~"
Flush.
"Sigh Rule~"
Hand washing.
"Click~"
Open the door.
"Papapapa~"
Warm applause rang out, Qin Han and Zhu Yue's faces were full of sincere praise, and Zhao Song praised enthusiastically:
"Xiaoyu is awesome, awesome on the toilet!"
"Wang~"
Even the clumsy is also in the fun.
Only Garfield couldn't bear to cover his eyes.
Xiaoyu was bruised, and pounced on Zhao Song with teeth and claws......
Five minutes later.
Xiaoyu, who finally let go of her brother, calmed down and sat down at the dining table.
Looking at the three dishes and one soup on the table, thinking of the little secretary's admonition, Xiaoyu let go of the tomato scrambled eggs and tomato cauliflower, and stretched out the hand holding the chopsticks to the steamed crab.
"Click~"
The crab claws were raised like lightning all the time, and they caught Xiaoyu's chopsticks.
Little secretary: "You must eat clean, you must coax him!"
Crab: "Is it familiar? β
Xiaoyu: "...... Ahhhh
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What is home?
It is the most relaxed place and the place where people can linger the most.
Unfortunately, no matter how sheltered our homes are, we have to go out of the house and face the ups and downs outside.
Half an hour later, several people finished eating the meal made by the chef of the state banquet, Xiaoyu looked at the three people who were busy, and knew that his brother was going to be busy again.
"Light rain. β
Closing the door, Zhao Song squatted in front of Xiaoyu.
"Leaving again?"
"Hmm. β
Zhao Song nodded, held Xiaoyu's shoulders with both hands, and asked solemnly, "Do you remember the place you fell to?"
"Hmm. β
Xiaoyu nodded.
"Remember the number I always told you?"
"Hmm. β
Xiaoyu nodded.
"Don't forget. Zhao Song smiled, "If I'm gone, those are the things my brother left you......"
"Brother, I'll go with you. β
Xiaoyu finally realized something and hurriedly said.
"No!" Zhao Song shook his head, "Only if you stay in the capital or Shanghai, can I guarantee your safety, and if you are safe, others can have scruples about dealing with me outside." β
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Xiaoyu's face was gloomy, and she gradually had a tendency to blacken.
This time, Zhao Song didn't stop her.
This is his first conflict with a strongman, not a question of whether he is sure or not, but after the influence of the Internet in his previous life, he has no idea what will happen.
"Do you know who to trust?"
"Hmm. β
"Do you remember the numbers of those people?"
"Hmm. β
"Good, my light rain is always the best. β
Zhao Song hugged his thin sister fiercely.
"My brother is gone. β
"Hmm. β
The light rain was motionless.
"Bang~"
The door closed, and Xiaoyu rolled her eyes to a backpack.
She stood up, picked up her backpack, and reached into her right hand until she grasped a handle, revealing a grim smile.
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"Goals. β
"Dragon City!"