Chapter 241: Aiken

Ambitious, the young Aiken found a good spot on the 27th floor of the SBC building, with a view of the San Antonio River, where Spanish-style cruise ships and bands dressed in Mexican costumes often played, and a little further on, San Antonio Square with a wide view.

In addition to this, Mr. Mather hired four beautiful secretaries and doubled his staff - of course, Aiken was not a pure playboy, and the reason he preferred to use beautiful women was mainly for the sake of the eye, not for other further purposes.

As if looking at his own kingdom, for the last two days, Aiken has enjoyed moving around the boardroom-like room, occasionally following his father's example and playing "Addict" golf by the door, even though he played badly.

The blonde female secretary walked in with a twisted waist and said with a charming smile: "Mr. Mather, Mr. Whitaker informs the directors to go to the large conference hall." ”

"Got it, Nina, call me Aiken, I said that."

"Okay, Aiken."

Aiken, who had a handsome face, gave a flying kiss, smiled and picked up the PDA from the table, and said, "Let's go now." ”

……

For a company of Southwest Bell's level, whether it is a shareholder, a director, or a gentleman with voting rights, there will always be one or two representatives or lawyers stationed in the head office, not only to do some daily work, but also to understand the company's internal trends.

The internal meeting of the board of directors usually only decides on the report submitted by the president and gives some general requirements. However, a gentleman who is not good at working capital must be good at management, and it turns out that Buffett is a genius financier, but not a qualified industrialist. Countless business examples illustrate that there are limits to manpower and trust is crucial. In the words of Sun Tzu's Art of War, CEOs need to beware of the dangers of the central government, and CEOs need to be able to "be outside, and the king's order will not be affected", and once the directors have determined the candidate for president, they should not give contrary requirements.

Much of Southwest Bell's rapid growth in recent years can be attributed to Whitaker, a highly qualified chairman and president who has made significant changes to SBC in terms of reducing costs and generating new profits.

As a result, Whitaker's prestige in Southwest Bell is also quite high.

This can be seen from the expressions of the staff after Huang Xuan walked into the SBC building, the faces of the majestic, the benevolent, the capable and the feared are completely different, Whitaker belongs to the former, unsmiling, serious, but always meeting subordinates who smile at him - this is what most bosses expect to do, but in reality they can't.

Huang Xuan and his entourage were greeted on the 48th floor by Chief Operating Officer (COO) Randall. Stephenson, with a smile on his face, stood in front of the open double doors, and said, "Finally meet our mysterious investor, Mr. Huang Xuan." ”

"Oh, I hope it doesn't get in your way."

"Of course not, in fact, I know you." Stephenson deliberately lowered his voice.

"What?" Huang Xuan still uses English.

Stephenson looked down and smiled, "You know about that Marseille, I'm also a horse racing fan, I go to Kentucky every year for vacation, and I have three horses. ”

The Carlton Arena where the Red Rabbit appeared was a private arena, and as people speculated, the "Pink Rabbit" disappeared like a shooting star, and due to the deliberate or unintentional avoidance of the horse racing world, there were no more reports except for the parties involved, but in some social occasions, there were always people willing to take it out and bask in it.

Whitaker said inexplicably: "What Marseille?" ”

"Uh, a game, in Florida." Huang Xuan said confusedly.

Whitaker said no more, and Stephenson asked as he led the way, "**** is Aiken?" ”

Huang Xuan's lips curled downward, made a helpless expression, and said, "That's right." ”

"Oh." Stephenson shook his head, he was the chief operating officer, so the discord between the two directors was not good news for him.

Huang Xuan sat down in the second position on the left row, Dian Wei stood behind Huang Xuan majestically, the staff originally wanted to let him leave the conference room, but looking at his appearance again, he retracted his words.

Every staff member thought that others would say it, so they wouldn't try to provoke Dian Wei, so when the directors entered the room one after another, only Huang Xuan stood behind Huang Xuan, who was like an iron tower, which was different and eye-catching.

When Aiken entered the door, he saw Dian Wei at first sight.

Since learning that Huang Xuan has invested in SBC with a large amount of capital, Aiken. Mather fantasized countless times about a second meeting between the two, but never thought it would be this way.

Because Dian Wei knew him.

Therefore, before he could see Huang Xuan's appearance clearly, Dian Wei stood in front of him.

It was like a dark cloud, covering the whole world.

Aiken tried to raise his head, looked at Dian Wei's chin, and said in a not very high volume: "Hi, big fat man, you blocked me." ”

First of all, it must be explained that Dian Wei is not fat, and secondly, he does not understand English. But Aiken's expression was not friendly, so Dian Wei exhaled in his face and stared at it deadly.

It's like a tiger glaring at a rabbit, thinking about braised and stewed.

The blonde secretary put the file on the table with a trembling hand, and escaped from the office as if flying, leaving Aiken with a dry mouth: "Mr. Huang, what do you want to do here?" ”

"Dian Wei." Huang Xuan screamed, and said in English again: "You blocked him." ”

If Aiken, who had just entered the door, was imposing, he could only say that he was not depressed now.

With 8% of the shares being the third-largest shareholder in Southwest Bell, Aiken sits first on the right, next to Whitaker in the middle, but he doesn't have the slightest sense of security.

Huang Xuan's gaze seemed to pierce him through - this was the image of some superiors.

Aiken suddenly complained: It was actually me who lost the money.