Jingda fell, but Zeye became popular again. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

If you are not afraid of not knowing the goods, you are afraid of comparing goods. With such a shock, the truth and falsehood of good and bad were judged, and with a loud bang, Jingda Plaza was blown into ruins, highlighting the Zeye Square at the end of the city.

The so-called 'second-generation urban complex' has become a joke.

Under the deliberate reporting and publicity of the Internet, the brand effect of Zeye Plaza has also been further consolidated in the south.

The rents of Zeye shops have ushered in a wave of skyrocketing, and the prices of the occasional shop transfers on the Internet have also soared to a very alarming level.

Zeye itself, but not too immersed in this 'glory', Zhao Zejun personally presided over a meeting of internal middle-level management cadres and above, and after that, Jiang Xuan held several company-wide meetings in a row.

It's far from time to celebrate.

The same commercial real estate, Jingda may encounter, theoretically, Zeye may also suffer.

What experience and lessons should Zeye draw from the Jingda incident, and how should we further improve the company's management system and work process to ensure that it is impeccable?

All systems must also be implemented by people. No matter where Zeye goes, the hearts of all Zeye employees must be tightened, and the alarm bell must ring in their ears.

Taking this opportunity, Zeye can gradually establish the company's culture, in addition to those popular struggle, enterprising, meticulous work style, anti-micro attitude, must also be popularized among Zeye employees.

"You tell me the truth, did you already know that there would be an earthquake?" Ding Lan asked Zhao Zejun privately.

Zhao Zejun thought to himself, I can't be honest with you if I die, so he said very sincerely: "This shows that God is helping me, I was originally going to let that Ba Jun turn back and bite Ouyang De to death at a critical moment." Who knows...... This is the destiny of heaven. ”

"Your luck is really ......" Ding Lan stared at Zhao Zejun for a while, shook his head and said, "Is there really such a thing as luck." ”

"I wish it hadn't been shaken. Zhao Zejun sighed and looked at the TV.

On television, news of the disaster is being broadcast.

Zhao Zejun actually doesn't want to look at these things, he doesn't want to find his own touching from the suffering of others, or to understand any life principles and other things.

Suffering is suffering, which will bring harm to the parties involved, and it will also make the bystanders feel very uncomfortable, life is already difficult enough, Zhao Zejun doesn't want to affect his emotions because of this.

But he didn't care anymore, and many related things still reached his ears and desk.

Zeyue donated 15 million at the charity gala, and the entire Zezi system donated a total of nearly 35 million.

Tianxin Charity Fund finished a big one this time, Zhao Zejun's original suggestion was to take out the profits of Yangtze River No. 7, Xia Fei gritted his teeth and said that he would do it vigorously, and took out all the profits of the two movies of Painted Skin and Yangtze River No. 7, and removed part of the company's reserved funds, a total of 60 million.

Among them, 10 million was used for Tianxin's previous five-year and ten-year education plans, and the remaining 50 million, Xia Fei didn't know what the relationship was, and reached an agreement with the local government in the disaster area to use it for school reconstruction after the disaster, with special funds.

In this way, Tianxin became famous, and almost the whole country knew that there was such a charitable fund dedicated to education.

Speaking of education, there is one more small thing.

In the current Zhao Zejun's opinion, it is really small and cannot be small, and it is not even qualified at all, and it needs to be handled by him personally when it is sent to Zhao Zejun's desk.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a seven-year-old boy in this incident, he had a relationship with Zhao Zejun shortly after he was born.

Seven years ago, Gaogang Village in Yijiang City was demolished, and Zhao Zejun accidentally rescued two abducted children, a boy and a girl, and the parents of the little girl were found at that time, but the parents of the other little boy have not been heard from and were adopted by the Jianwu City Orphanage.

Orphanages are not good, they are not bad, they are not dead or alive, and there is a fixed allocation, but the conditions will not be much better. As early as a few years ago, when Zhao Zejun had just made his mark in the business world, he received an invitation from the Jianwu City Orphanage, hoping that he would have time to visit.

To put it bluntly, it's a donation. At that time, Lao Zhao didn't have that mind at all, he was too busy himself, how could he have time to take care of an orphanage.

After the disaster, the Jianwu City Orphanage wrote another letter to Zhao Zejun.

This time it was written very directly and didn't say anything 'visit'.

There were cracks in the walls of the orphanage in the epicenter, and they were reporting upwards to approve the money, but they didn't know when it would be approved, and the hospital wanted to ask the city's charity entrepreneurs to help and help.

Tianxin Charity Foundation, three directors, Zhao Zejun is one of them. And the most popular enterprise in southern Jiangsu Province is also the Zezi system. The orphanage also has a relationship with Zhao Zejun, and it is most suitable to find him.

Gianna was on a business trip, and the letter was transferred to Zhou Na's hand, and then to Zhao Zejun's desk.

"I used to donate money to orphanages. Ding Lan said: "Anyway, there is nothing special recently, I'll go with you to have a look?"

"Okay. Zhao Zejun nodded and looked at Ding Lan with some surprise.

Purely well-intentioned donations, it's not Ding Lan's style, nor is it his own style. It's not that people like them don't have kindness, but taking the initiative to donate is generally in the name, and if they really want to do some good deeds, they will not donate through public welfare channels.

Ding Lan sighed faintly and said, "Women, when they see children, they will always be soft-hearted. Not to mention ......"

Zhao Zejun patted her hand lightly and said, "Don't always think about this, no one can change the past, everything looks forward." ”

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Coincidentally, Jianwu City Orphanage and Nanping Industrial Park are very close, respectively on both sides of Nanping Mountain, less than ten kilometers away from Nanping Industrial Park, drive around Nanping Mountain, less than ten minutes to the orphanage.

The Jianwu City Orphanage mainly takes in trafficked children, abandoned babies, and some local street children who cannot find their parents.

From the outside, the orphanage looks like a large courtyard in the countryside, surrounded by walls and large iron gates, and the surrounding environment can be said to be green mountains and green waters, but it can also be said to be uninhabited, quite desolate, in the most marginal area of a small town, it takes more than ten minutes to walk to the town.

Outside the courtyard wall, there are several large vegetable patches.

"Mr. Zhao, Mr. Ding, hello, hello!" The director of the orphanage, a woman in her fifties, wearing a pair of glasses, looks a little bookish, just a handshake can feel that the other party's hands are very rough, it should be caused by frequent work.

Even the principal's hand is like this, but the living conditions in the orphanage may be worse than imagined.

"Children, everyone come together, welcome Uncle Zhao and Aunt Ding to come and see you. As soon as Zhao Zejun and Ding Lan walked into the orphanage, a female teacher accompanied them brought out a lot of boys and girls from a large classroom.

There were about thirty or forty people, and the children were not very old, the youngest looked like they were only three or four years old, and the eldest was no more than fifteen or sixteen, but all of them were painted like little flower cats, 'heavy makeup', and small colored balls in their hands.

A group of people, under the leadership of the teacher, waved the small colored balls in their hands and shouted the slogan 'Welcome, Welcome, Warm Welcome'.

Next, there seem to be a few small programs organized in the park.

The weather was a little hot, Zhao Zejun sat under the sun umbrella, but a group of children were basking in the sun, sweating like rain.

While watching the show, Zhao Zejun smiled helplessly and glanced at Ding Lan.

Ding Lan tugged on his sleeve and whispered: "Don't think too much, there is no way in the garden, leaders at all levels come to receive him like this, if you don't do enough of the scene, many things will be more difficult to do." I'm going to talk to the principal. ”

The principal's surname is Su, Ding Lan whispered a few words in the ear of the principal, and the principal Su nodded and said to the children: "Students, Uncle Zhao and Aunt Ding are very grateful for everyone's performance, and everyone can go back to the classroom." Sun Xiaobai, come here. ”

The students poured into the classroom, and Director Su pulled a little boy with a shaved pot lid to Zhao Zejun.

"Mr. Zhao, Sun Xiaobai is the child you saved at the beginning. As he spoke, he took the little boy's hand and said, "Xiaobai, your name is Uncle Zhao, you were taken away by bad people when you were a child, and it was Uncle Zhao who saved you." ”

Zhao Zejun smiled and looked at the little boy in front of him, when he was just a little baby, he was thrown into the sky by human traffickers, and in order to hold him, Zhao Zejun fell a lot.

Time flies, and when we meet again, we are completely unrecognizable.

The little boy's eyes were big and timid, he lowered his head and shouted, 'Hello Uncle Zhao', and then hid behind Chief Su, raised his head and glanced at Ding Lan, and called, "Aunt Ding." ”

"Do you know?" Zhao Zejun was stunned.

"Mr. Ding often comes to see the children. Director Su said.

"Not often, occasionally. Ding Lan got up, squatted beside Sun Xiaobai, rubbed his head, and said with a smile: "Xiaobai, are you afraid of the earthquake?"

Sun Xiaobai raised his head and looked at Ding Lan, shook his head and said, "Don't be afraid, Principal Su and the teacher have taken us all to the courtyard." ”

Yuan Chang Su smiled and rubbed Sun Xiaobai's head.

"Take Aunt Ding to see your classrooms and dormitories. Ding Lan took Sun Xiaobai's hand.

In fact, it was Director Su who led the way.

The orphanage has two small buildings, one for classrooms and the other for staff and children, and there is a playground about the size of a basketball court in between, and the two basketball hoops are rusty.

Viewed from the side, there is a large crack in one of the walls of the dormitory building, which is supported by several large wooden pillars.

"It's this wall, and the dormitories here have been vacated, and the students are temporarily living in the teacher's room and squeezing in. Director Su pointed to the wall and said.

"It doesn't cost much to repair this wall, can't it be approved from above?" Zhao Zejun asked curiously.

Yuan Chang Su hesitated, sighed, and said, "Just a wall is nothing. But in the orphanage, there are too many bad things. For example, the schooling of these children is a big problem, and we can only carry out some simple education, as well as food, clothing, housing and transportation, which have certain difficulties. The treatment in the park is not good, and the staff turnover is also serious. ”