Ma Xiaoyun has already sold China Yellow Pages to the Linzhou Telecommunications Bureau and cashed out to make a profit. Fan Xinman's documentary "Scholar Ma Xiaoyun" for him was also broadcast on the central station, and his fame rose instantly, and he entered the circle of government departments in the capital.

Fan Xinman often runs around China because he wants to produce the column "Oriental Time and Space: People's Stories". At this time, he went south to Shenghai again, and after filming the show, he immediately contacted Song Weiyang.

"Miss Fan, please take a seat!" Song Weiyang beckoned.

Fan Xinman glanced at the storefront and asked, "This is your café?"

Song Weiyang said: "Yes, when I met Ma Xiaoyun for the first time, the café was still being renovated. ”

The two exchanged a few words, Fan Xinman put candy on the table, looked at Song Weiyang and said, "You are a little different from what I imagined." ”

"How is it different?" asked Song Weiyang.

"It's so handsome. Fan Xinman said.

"Haha, isn't it good to be handsome?" Song Weiyang asked with a smile.

Fan Xinman said: "I pay more attention to a person's talent and ability, and appearance comes second. You're so handsome, you're a bit of a crowd, and you might be hiding your talent. ”

Song Weiyang said: "It is undeniable that you are very good at praising people, praising fresh and refined. ”

"How do you feel after listening to the flattery?" said Fan Xinman.

"Of course it's very cool, I don't mind listening to a few more words. Song Weiyang said.

"Hahahaha!"

Fan Xinman laughed wildly: "You are very interesting, more interesting than Ma Xiaoyun." ”

Song Weiyang said: "Thank you for helping to promote "The Future Belongs to China". ”

"That book deserves publicity, even if it doesn't have me, it can be a hit, I don't dare to take credit. Fan Xinman said.

"At least, your article will make my book famous faster. Song Weiyang said.

Fan Xinman suddenly took out a book from her bag: "Speaking of books, this is my poetry collection." Published at his own expense, it is not famous, please Mr. Song Yazheng. ”

"Don't dare to be, you must read it. Song Weiyang said.

Fan Xinman is definitely a talented girl, and she wrote the lyrics for the theme song of Liu Yifei's version of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". She also writes essays, makes movies, makes documentaries, and works as a TV director, and "Moving China" is her representative work of TV columns. But she was also sprayed badly, because she took out two big god sticks, and countless people were deceived.

Strictly speaking, there are many reporters who praise Doctor Hu and Daochang Li, but who makes Fan Xinman the most famous, who is the one who is not responsible for her?

"The documentary I made for Ma Xiaoyun was broadcast not long ago, and the response was very good," Fan Xinman said to the point, "Why don't I make a documentary for you too?" ”

"No, it's better to be low-key. Song Weiyang hurriedly said.

"You're a business and a book, and you're still low-key?" said Fan Xinman.

Song Weiyang said: "Do things in a high-profile way, and be a low-key person. ”

Fan Xinman said: "This is the idea of moderation, and Mr. Song believes in Confucian philosophy?"

This is also the idea of Taoism. Song Weiyang said.

"Don't you think the idea of moderation is too old-fashioned? Fan Xinman said.

Song Weiyang said in a chattering voice: "Mediocrity is not mediocrity, let alone being a good person. The core foundation of the idea of the golden mean is the unity of heaven and man, and the Book of Rites and the Mean talks about 'to neutralize, heaven and heaven, and all things are cultivated'. A gentleman who adheres to the golden mean is one with heaven and earth, and everything in the world is for my use. ”

"Hahaha, I feel like I'm talking to an old master," Fan Xinman said with a smile, "but it's quite interesting, I like to make friends with learned people." ”

Song Weiyang looked at the time: "I'm really sorry, I still have some things, why don't we talk about it another day." Or maybe you're in the café for a while, and my girlfriend goes for a graduate interview, and she'll be back soon, and the two of you will talk first. ”

"I was in too much of a hurry to say it in advance," Fan Xinman asked, "Are you going to class?"

Song Weiyang said: "Teach others. ”

"Aren't you a student?" said Fan Xinman.

"Fudan School of Management invited me as a lecturer for the MBA program, and I couldn't refuse, so I agreed. Song Weiyang said.

Fan Xinman said: "What is MAB? It seems very interesting, can I go and listen to it?"

"Absolutely. Song Weiyang said.

This woman also has the identity of a journalist, and she is a romantic fantasy reporter. As long as it is a person or thing she likes, she doesn't investigate it carefully, listens to the wind and rain, and does her best to boast about it, and the robber can be molded by her into the embodiment of truth, goodness and beauty.

As a journalist, I am extremely unqualified, and I have no basic professionalism.

But just as people love to read reports that expose darkness, her works are also popular, inspirational, sublime, perfect, moving, and sensational...... How many people burst into tears when they watched "Moving China".

Well, it's just to catch a character and tout it. Fan Xinman just finished blowing Ma Xiaoyun, and now he is ready to blow Song Weiyang.

When the two came to the Fudan MBA class, Fan Xinman was surprised to find that there were very few students in the class, only about 20. And those students are also older, at least twenty-five or sixteen years old, and even many in their thirties.

"Is this a doctoral class?" asked Fan Xinman.

"Master's program," Song explained, "requires more than two years of corporate work experience for MBA, and these students are all state-owned enterprise cadres who are staying on their jobs. ”

"I see, it's very high-end. Fan Xinman suddenly found a reporting point, even if he didn't write about Song Weiyang, he could report on these MBA students.

It is said that it is a cadre of a state-owned enterprise, but in fact, middle-level managers are very rare, and most of them are young people who have worked for several years. They are reluctant to retire in state-owned enterprises, so they gritted their teeth and were admitted to the MBA class, and after completing their studies, a small number of them returned to their original units for promotions and salary increases, and most of them chose to go to foreign companies to get high salaries.

As for the MBA program for state-owned enterprise managers that the Ministry of Education will carry out next year, it is mainly aimed at high-level and middle-level managers, so that what they have learned can be applied and the loss of MBA talents can be avoided.

Song Weiyang glanced into the classroom, very disappointed, there was no outstanding talent in his impression.

Among the 19 MBA students, Song Weiyang only recognized one, who had dealt with several times in his previous life, and was only the general manager of the development center of Red Star Macalline, and he could barely be regarded as a senior executive of a large company.

Song Weiyang is a person, he can't afford to be early. He agreed to teach the MBA class, just to build his own talent training base, and recruit students into the company when he meets them. Of course, you have to knock and knock first, otherwise everyone will be arrogant.

"Yo, two more classmates. Transfer student, huh?"

"It must be a master's student from the School of Management. ”

"Yes, handsome guys and beauties, quite eye-catching. ”

"You go on an appointment and ask that beautiful woman to sing karaoke at night. ”

“……”

There are two or three students who are in a flow of anger, and there is no need to guess, it must be related to the family who came to gild. Nowadays, MBA is an independent enrollment, and the operation space is too large, and cats and dogs can mix in.

"What kind of eyes do you have? That's Song Weiyang, the boss of Xifeng!"

"It's him, it's an interesting lesson. ”

At this time, the Fudan MBA program was a three-year program, which was no different from other graduate students. However, these people all have jobs, and even have family children, basically do not live in school, and leave after class, it is rare to have a few people who recognize Song Weiyang.

In the eyes of everyone, Fan Xinman found a seat to sit down, but Song Weiyang walked directly to the podium.

"Smack!"

Song Weiyang slapped the chalk brush, and the classroom suddenly fell silent.

"Let me introduce myself, contemptible Song Weiyang, chairman of Xifeng Company," Song Weiyang said, "I am younger than you, if you think I am not qualified to stand on the podium, then please go out directly, and your attendance will not be deducted." Moreover, the content of my classes will not be examined, there are only two classes a month, and what I talk about is up to my heart, whether you like to listen to it or not. ”

Yes, this teacher has a personality, and when he comes up, he drives the students out.

No one left, not even the gold-plated boys. Fudan MBA class enrolls very little every year, and the competition is fierce, even if it is not a straw bag that comes in, at least the basic culture courses must be passable.

"Don't talk nonsense," Song Weiyang turned around and wrote a few big words on the blackboard, "Today we are talking about 'entrepreneurship'!"

The second phase of Ma's Whampoa officially started.