Chapter 274: "Later"
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"Ka Ling Bell--Ka Ling Bell--"
Zhihui turned over, but the voice was unrelenting, "Ka Ling Bell--" one after another, hypnotizing, she finally had to open her eyes, her eyelids were as heavy as a thousand jun, and her headache was splitting, as if she had woken up from hell, and even the sound seemed like a gossamer.
"Hello, I'm Fang Zhihui."
It was the secretary's voice: "Miss Fang, please go back to the office quickly, the big boss flew back to Shanghai from New York, and a meeting was held in an hour, and all the senior executives had already arrived one after another." β
She has always lived according to American time.
Because she had to keep an eye on the New York stock market every day, she had just been lying down for less than two hours when she was woken up by this hypnotic bell.
At this moment she just wanted to drop the phone and scream: his big boss! Go to his company! I'm going to sleep!
But she couldn't, she couldn't.
The boss told you to die on the third watch, where do you dare to live to the fifth watch?
What's more, the big boss is the boss of the boss.
At this time, on a whim, she suddenly went out on patrol, calling forward and hugging, and others were afraid that she would not be able to welcome her.
The dying struggling finally got up and staggered into the bathroom to turn on the shower.
The water burned on her skin, and she hit several spirits in a row, like a zombie, and finally came to life through the temperature of the water.
When I was young, when I put on makeup in the mirror, a faint flush appeared on my pale skin, like a round pearl, naturally revealing a gorgeous luster, and I couldn't see the fatigue and exhaustion caused by lack of sleep.
She traced her eyebrows in the mirror and remembered her colleague's ridicule: "Zhihui, you are completely in the wrong business." β
yes, in the wrong line.
Beautiful appearance is a taboo in this industry, and more than once some people questioned: "You are Miss Fang's secretary?" β
People who meet for the first time always refuse to believe that she is Fang Zhihui, who is praised by everyone in the industry.
Yongfeng's Jin Dong saw her for the first time, and almost unceremoniously brushed his sleeves away: "Although your company is famous, you can't bully customers and send someone to perfunctory me." I have nearly 400 million funds in this account, and I can't hand over a vase that doesn't really work. β
Although she almost vomited blood, she still replied with a light smile: "For a powerful customer like Jin Dong, the company naturally attaches great importance to it. But at present, there are several accounts with more than one billion US dollars among the clients I manage, so please rest assured that we will do our best to treat every customer equally. β
Quietly blocked Wan Jun's strength back, Jin Dong was still skeptical, until after the accounting year, the settlement investment income was more than twice as high as the previous period, which made Jin Dong impressed.
Occasionally, she wonders if the performance is not satisfactory, will these customers cramp and skin themselves to vent their hatred?
How cruel this world is, the weak eat the strong, the wind and waves are dangerous, as long as there is a slight mistake, there is no place for you to be buried, and you can only pick up three meals a day in the rain of bullets every day.
But she didn't have a choice, she chose this path by herself, and she didn't hesitate to go to the best.
Carefully draw the last strokes of makeup, and the person in the mirror looks forward to it.
She took a deep breath, even if the road ahead was poor and evil, she was still confident that she would overcome obstacles and fight her way out.
No, don't be too nervous, it's not a big deal, it's just a big boss in the United States who suddenly came to the branch in Shanghai on a whim.
She smiled at herself in the mirror, her eyes were bright, her eyes were bright, and she was full of energy, and it would not be rude to go to see the president of the United States, let alone just to see the big boss.
Just do more things, talk less, and get through these few hours.
As soon as the big boss leaves, she can go home and fall asleep.
Rising up in the evening, she still keeps an eye on the New York stock market for her clients, and continues her duties safely and steadily between the ups and downs of the Dow Jones, S&P and Nasdaq.
It took only half an hour to drive from her apartment to the downstairs of the company.
When I rented an apartment, it was close to the company, and the rent was a little expensive, so I had to ignore it.
Fortunately, her annual salary and bonus increased year by year, so she bought this apartment.
Over the past two years, she has seen that the appreciation has nearly doubled, which is really a cost-effective investment, and her professional quality is not in vain.
The three skyscrapers in the square stand in the shape of a zigzag, like three long swords, cutting through the gray sky of the city.
Large blocks of lead-gray clouds swept past the top of the building, and it was the torn flying silk of the dome, which slowly retreated silently.
So these three buildings are like huge masts, rising and falling in the wind in the magnificent sea.
The high-rise building at the front end of the word "product" is more than 20 meters higher than the other two buildings, and it is the tallest building within a radius of several miles, which makes it stand out more and more.
The company has only been established for four years, and has already occupied a place in this financial building, so it is no wonder that the industry is very sideways to this rising star.
The office was decorated with a lot of thought, designed by Philipps Starck, and the natural marble used for the flooring was flown in from Italy, and even a crystal wall lamp in the hallway was from Uruguay.
The company's headquarters in New York is said to be more luxurious, which is the usual style of big bosses.
He once said: We are engaged in investment management, if we have no money, how can we rest assured that others will hand over the money?
It's really flattering. However, such a quiet luxury is much better than plastering the walls with dollar bills.
I have been in the company for more than three years, and I have never seen a big boss, so I don't know what kind of person he will be.
Or be as tacky as a Chinatown restaurant owner, or like many American bosses, casually wearing layers of shirts and jeans to meet their employees.
But it shouldn't be, because although the big boss is low-key, it is rare to show up in financial magazines all year round, but he has an extraordinary momentum, a neat shot, and every vicious battle is done by himself.
Last year, when he presided over the successful acquisition of "JA", many financial magazines and financial radio stations in the United States competed for a schedule to interview him, but he quietly went to the South Pacific for a vacation, completely ignoring his great fame.
She has heard too much about the great achievements, so it is inevitable that there will be a little mountain admiration.
The secretary waited for her outside the conference room, opened the double doors for her, and reminded her softly: "Mr. Zhao has just arrived." β
The double doors were pushed open, and the bright lights on the ceiling of the conference room were reflected on the marble floor, which was very bright.
She suddenly felt dazzled, because in the bright light, she saw a person at the other end of the long round table, with his back to him, who was staring at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and when he heard the door knock, he turned around, and the colleagues on both sides of the long table also turned around.
She almost suspected that she was wrong for a while, but she didn't expect the big boss to be so young.
Perhaps no more than twenty-six years old, dressed in a well-cut suit, with short black and thick hair, lined with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, heroic and compelling.
She was suspicious for a moment, is this the assistant next to the boss?
No, no, the assistant will not have such a temperament.
He just stood there quietly, looking at her serenely.
In the background is a huge floor-to-ceiling glass curtain, and in the distance, countless new bamboo shoot-like building tips, jagged and uneven, and the bright sunrise is rising like a drop of blood, setting off his figure like a scissor, the kind of restrained but not negligible momentum, silently forcing her to face it through the air.
The so-called wind of kings.
It turned out to be such a person.
She calmed down after only a second, walked up to him without hurrying, and introduced herself with a smile: "Mr. Zhao, hello, I'm Fang Zhihui." β
He shook hands with her, his fingers were slender, his palms were warm and dry, and his voice was low and good: "Miss Fang, fortunately, I am Zhao Zicheng." β
is still a traditional and low-key Chinese style, not called Andrew Zhao, nor is he called chairman or executive.
On the right hand side of the table was a strange man, and after the introduction, I realized that it was his assistant He Yanzhi.
He was the only subordinate attachΓ© on his trip, which was a typical American style, and he could fly across the ocean and travel all over the world with an assistant.
The content of the meeting was simple and practical.
Zhao Zicheng listened carefully, and finally asked a few questions, but every sentence asked the key point, Fang Zhihui gradually felt pressure, is this handsome man as an Asura mortal? How can it be so perfect?
At the end of the meeting, everyone seemed to have just finished a battle, tired and vigilant for no reason.
This big boss, who created such a country at a young age, is really not a good person.
Zhao Zicheng left the general manager of the branch with her, as well as another capable trader of the company, to hold another special meeting.
Zhao Zicheng got straight to the point: "When I returned to Shanghai this time, my purpose was Minghua. β
Fang Zhihui was stunned, thinking that the big boss was just doing a routine inspection, but she didn't expect him to come with ambition.
The well-known Minghua Group is involved in finance, real estate, retail and communication industries, ranking among the top ten companies in China, and its position in the financial industry is as stable as Mount Tai.
Over the years, it has stood still in the midst of strong winds and waves. So whatever the big boss decides, it's going to be an extremely tough battle.
Zhao Zicheng really said: "This is an extremely difficult battle to fight, so everything has a battle." β
He Yanzhi had already gotten up and went to turn off the lights in the room, Fang Zhihui knew what he wanted, so she got up to help turn off the switch.
The curtains slowly lowered, the light in the room gradually dimmed, and He Yanzhi turned on the projection.
Flashing lights flickered in the room, and the data of mountains and reclamation samples, frames of analysis charts flashed in front of my eyes.
Zhao Zicheng's voice is still low and pleasant: "Minghua's Yi Zhen style is rigorous, and he has made remarkable achievements in the financial industry, and has gone through many acquisitions and anti-takeover wars, and has almost never missed a move. In recent years, he has focused on cultivating his younger brother Yi Zhenfei as his heir, so he rarely interferes in administrative decisions, but Minghua's main business decisions are still made by him. β
Fang Zhihui stared at him intently, his eyes were as bright as stars in the dark, and suddenly a smile came out of his eyes.
"One of the top figures in Shanghai's financial industry, Tai Sui, this time we want to move the ground."
It seemed to be childish, but the pride of ambition immediately warmed up the atmosphere in the conference room, and everyone was aroused.
Fang Zhihui only felt that his whole person seemed to shine in the dark.
"Let's take a look at a few stocks under Minghua's name, and their performance in the market in recent years." Take a hundred plating, and read the latest chapter of "The Centripetal Direction of the Star: The Way Home, Claw Bookstore" for the first time.