Li Ping finally understood that Fang Zhe was not interested in Ren Ping. It was not a matter of freshness or lack of ability. It was simply that he was past the age of eagerness, had a certain foundation in his career, and was unwilling to risk sex for women.
Significant interest risks.
This is very good, very nice!
That's right. With Fang Zhe's current social status and wealth, he still needs to find women by himself? He has to pick and choose the ones that come to his door, and he has to be on guard against those with ulterior motives.
Ren Ping is not that unbearable. She simply feels that Fang Zhe is so outstanding, with both beauty and intelligence, so there is no harm in hooking up. It’s hard to say whether it will work or not. I will definitely not be willing to give it a try. I don’t have the determination to win. That’s all.
That's all.
Early the next morning, a meeting was taking place in the conference room of the office building rented by Jinshan Weibo.
This conference room is very interesting. There is no big round table in it, but small square tables put together one by one to form a large square table. Participants sat down around the square table. After the meeting, the table was disassembled and there was a screen behind it.
Projection can be used as a place for personnel training when there are no meetings.
Rewinding the time more than forty minutes ago, Fang Zhe brought Ren Ping to take office and went directly to Wu Mingzhu. After the introduction, when the two women shook hands, their eyes met. Fang Zhe held his hands and watched the show, not worried that the two would fight.
As expected, the two women didn't fight. After exchanging glances, they greeted each other and started chatting about today's weather, then about lipstick colors, perfumes, skin care, outfits, etc.
The two ignored Fang Zhe's presence and chatted passionately for ten minutes before Fang Zhe stood up. The two stopped and looked over, and Fang Zhe waved his hand: "You guys go on, I'm going to smoke a cigarette. Don't forget to notify me to turn on the high gear later."
Management meeting.”
Fang Zhe left, and the two women stopped chatting. Wu Mingzhu asked with a smile: "As for the vice president, what are you in charge of?"
Ren Ping also knew that there was no way to continue chatting, and what should be faced had to be faced, so she was very direct: "According to Fang Zhe, control speech that may bring business risks, and curb some rumors against the government. Specifically
What Mr. Fang wants to do is, after discussing with you, the CEO, come up with a framework and set up a specialized department to deal with internal and external public relations crises."
Wu Mingzhu fell into silence and said calmly for a long time: "Well, it will be announced to the outside world that it has become a public relations department. How about handing over some of the work of dealing with relevant departments to this new department?"
The two quietly had a confrontation, or a transaction.
Ren Ping also thought for a moment, and then nodded after a minute: "Okay, I will ask Mr. Fang for instructions. In principle, there is no problem."
This sentence is very level. Ren Ping must express her position. She is here as Fang Zhe's eyes.
Wu Mingzhu asked another question: "What do you say about salary? Did Fang Zhe explain it?"
Ren Ping smiled and shook her head: "Well, I really didn't ask. It's a bit unexpected that I came here, so it's not convenient to say too much."
Wu Mingzhu looked at her in surprise, nodded to show that she understood, picked up the phone on the table and dialed, and then told her to start the meeting.
The two had no intention of continuing to communicate and were silent for a few minutes. When Fang Zhe opened the door, Wu Mingzhu said, "You're back?"
Fang Zhe came in and hummed, sat on the sofa and asked with a smile: "How was the talk?"
"We are discussing salary. What Ren Ping wants depends on you." Wu Mingzhu was straightforward.
"On par with other vice presidents in the company, he has everything he needs, including a car." Fang Zhe was also very straightforward and did not specialize.
"I understand. We just discussed the scope of work of Vice President Ren. Can you tell us what you think?" Wu Mingzhu asked.
Fang Zhe glanced at her lightly, and after thinking for a while, he spoke: "The competition between Penguin and msn is still going on. In my personal opinion, Penguin's victory is doomed. The failure of msn is a typical failure of the arrogant attitude of large American companies. The American state-owned enterprises
Many things that seem great, such as Hollywood blockbusters, are almost the same pattern. Aliens invade, and the United States leads the world to protect the earth. If you have been in the United States for many years, you should know very well that this is all nonsense. The United States relies on
It sucks blood from all over the world to maintain its strength and the high standard of life of its citizens. Do you understand what I say?"
Wu Mingzhu did not answer immediately, but put her hands on her chin, stared at Fang Zhe's face for a while and then said: "I seem to understand, but not completely. Does Vice President Ren understand?"
This turn of events was sudden. Ren Ping had been watching with cold eyes. When she was suddenly asked, she was stunned at first, and then she thought about it for a few seconds and said: "The national conditions are different. I remember Zhao Xinmei said something in the siege, the good things abroad are
Nothing will be out of shape when it comes to China. This sentence means the same thing in the context of the Republic of China, but in the current context, it can be understood as localized improvement. The domestic version must die, and some things cannot be touched.
of."
At this time, Fang Zhe said coldly: "It's the same in the United States. zz is correct. It's not a unique specialty of any one company. In the early 1990s, black people in the United States were rioting and went to Asian communities to smash, loot, and burn. The police didn't care, let alone
The army has entered the scene. If you let black people go to wealthy communities to cause trouble, or go to Wall Street to make trouble, what will be the outcome?"
Fang Zhe remembers clearly that the Occupy Wall Street movement, let alone engaging in zero-dollar shopping, was suppressed just for protesting.
Going forward, the United States can say what other countries are like, such as Assange of WikiLeaks and Snowden of Prism. What will happen to these people? Going a little further, the accounts of the former US presidents will be blocked for you.
At this point, both women understood. Just then the secretary came in and said, "Mr. Wu, everyone is here."
Wu Mingzhu nodded, did not speak, but looked at Fang Zhe with worried eyes. The female secretary seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly added with a panicked expression: "Hello, Mr. Fang." After saying this, she looked at Fang Zhe and Ren Ping.
.
Wu Mingzhu waved her hand: "Go down." This saved her. Fang Zhe sat motionless without saying a word, as if nothing happened. Wu Mingzhu smiled a little reluctantly and asked: "Go to the conference room?"
Fang Zhe stood up and walked out calmly. When he reached the door, Ren Ping moved quickly and rushed forward to push the door open: "Mr. Fang, please."
At this time, Ren Ping didn't hide the gloating on her face at all. Fang Zhe didn't miss anything and continued to walk forward, heading directly to the end of the corridor. Fang Zhe, who lit a cigarette, didn't rush to the conference room. Ren Ping
When he came over, Fang Zhe said calmly: "Am I so petty again? Just a small matter, I have to deal with a secretary."
Ren Ping reached out to him, took the cigarette and lit one, took a puff and said: "I see the problem from my perspective. I don't care what you think. If it were me, that female secretary would definitely be gone."
of."
Wu Mingzhu stood three steps away and listened to the conversation between the two as if no one was watching. Fang Zhe didn't seem to see her and thought for a while: "That makes sense."
When Wu Mingzhu was furious and wanted to argue, Fang Zhe added: "Let's forget it."