"Ding-ding-ding---" The phone on the table rang. It was an unfamiliar number, and Fang Ming pressed it directly.
But not long after, the number called again. Fang Ming picked up the phone and heard a sweet female voice on the other end of the phone: "Are you Manager Fang, the project leader of West China Construction?"
"I am, who are you?"
"I am Lorraine, a reporter from Tiantai Daily's Mingxi reporter station. I would like to interview you. Is it convenient for you?"
"Well, please wait ten minutes before calling me!" Fang Ming put down the phone and discussed it with Tao Ziqian.
"Fang Ming, you should be interviewed." Tao Ziqian suggested: "You have become the manager of a construction company at such a young age. You should be proud of yourself."
Fang Ming smiled faintly, he didn't need these vanities at all. If a young man's psychology is like a pot of boiling molten iron, Fang Ming's pot of molten iron has long been forged by old scholars and Taoist priests into hundreds of refined steel.
.Fang Ming has a calmness in his dealings with others that is beyond ordinary people. How could he take such vanity seriously?
"Ziqian, it's not like you don't know that I don't like these things. As a person, it's better to keep a low profile. Do you think how many of the truly rich people like to be in the public eye?"
Tao Ziqian said something else: "The real rich people have strong connections and resources. They don't need to build momentum for themselves. But we, a just-started company, just need to vigorously build momentum to win public opinion for ourselves."
It’s good to support.”
Tao Ziqian is indeed a child of a business family, and his perspective on problems is indeed extraordinary. Fang Ming glanced at Tao Ziqian approvingly, nodded and said: "Then you go and make arrangements, and I will meet with this reporter Luo Lin.
Bar."
The meeting was scheduled for five o'clock in the afternoon. Lorraine had just graduated from college and looked to be in her early twenties, with a bit of the childishness of a college student. When she walked into the spacious and bright office and looked at the young man sitting opposite, Lorraine
I couldn't help but be surprised by Fang Ming's youth.
Lorraine had just started her job and was in charge of the business news channel. She was in a period of hunger for news. Her cousin at Mingxi Middle School kept talking about the school's genius boy Fang Ming in her ears all day long, which made Lorraine very happy.
, isn’t this an excellent personal interview?
As soon as she entered the door, Lorraine looked at Fang Ming carefully. This sixteen-year-old boy had a handsome face and wheat-colored skin that showed youthful vitality. He was wearing a business shirt on the upper body and trousers on the lower body. He looked energetic and capable.
.What interested Lorraine the most was Fang Ming's eyes, which were as clear as water, but as firm as iron, showing a calmness that surpassed that of an adult.
"Are you Mr. Fang Ming?" Lorraine heard her cousin talk about Fang Ming, but when she walked into the impressive office and faced such a sixteen-year-old young boss, Lorraine was still shocked like a wave.
, almost defeated her.
Luo Lin graduated from college and tried her best to find a job before she found a reporter position, which was still an internship. But the boy opposite him controlled a construction company with nearly tens of millions of assets at a young age, which made Luo Lin
Lin felt a sense of discouragement.
"Reporter Luo, thank you for the interview. Our company is currently in the development stage and needs positive public opinion support. Let's get started!" Fang Ming said straight to the point, which made Lorraine a little overwhelmed. Lorraine was embarrassed.
He took out his Kun bag and checked that he had done his homework before coming here. Fang Ming saw this and couldn't help but smile.
Being seen through, Luo Lin blushed and asked: "Mr. Fang, can you briefly introduce your family background?"
"Okay, I've been walking around the streets with my mother since I was ten years old, making late-night snacks, and I can be considered a completely poor second generation ---" Fang Ming kept talking, recounting his general experience, and he emphasized
On the three words "poor second generation".
This is also in line with Lorraine's topic selection. Today's society is severely polarized, and the channels for children from poor families to climb up are getting narrower and narrower. For a young man like Fang Ming, who lives at the bottom of society, to be able to achieve what he has today, this is almost like a
myth!
The life story is a bit sad, the encounters are a bit tortuous, and coupled with Fang Mingying's handsome photos, this is definitely an exciting report!
As she thought about it, Lorraine's face turned red with excitement!
A childish college graduate! Fang Ming sighed inwardly. However, compared to those veteran reporters, Fang Ming still likes graduates like Lorraine, who are motivated to do things and come into contact with the dark side of society.
It didn’t last long, but there was still some passion in my heart.
Lorraine took out the laptop she carried with her and typed quickly on the keyboard. In only ten minutes, a report titled "Young Heroes, Creating Wealth Legends" was published.
Fang Ming took a look at the first draft. It basically met his purpose, but the writing about his life experience was too tragic. It seemed that Lorraine wanted to enhance the contrast and readability, but Fang Ming still
Suggest she change it.
The meeting lasted for a total of one hour, and by this time, it was already time to eat.
Tao Ziqian opened the door and walked in. She smiled and said, "Mr. Fang, the banquet is ready. It's in the Yayuan Hall of Mingxi Hotel. Let's go there?"
"Who is this?" It was another young man. Lorraine couldn't help but be surprised. Fang Ming smiled and said: "She is my assistant and the vice president of our West China Construction Company, Tao Ziqiantao. Reporter Luo, please come!"
At this time, Yang Xiuzheng came over with the prepared food. Fang Ming was afraid that she would do something bad, so he quickly took the lead, pulled Yang Xiu aside, and whispered a few words.
Mother said that women should be obedient when men are doing business. Silently reciting the husband-training quotes taught by her mother in her heart, Yang Xiu obediently put down her lunch box and followed Fang Ming.
At this time, Tao Ziqian was half a step ahead and walked on Fang Ming's left hand side, while Luo Lin was on the right, so Yang Xiu had to follow behind and became a poor follower.
"Mr. Fang, who is this---?" Luo Lin smiled friendly at Yang Xiu and asked politely.
Before Fang Ming had time to reply, Tao Ziqian said first: "She is the logistics director of our company and also serves as Mr. Fang's life secretary. She is mainly responsible for Mr. Fang's daily diet---"
"Oh!" Luo Lin nodded noncommittally, apparently regarding Yang Xiu as a nanny. Yang Xiu looked at Tao Ziqian angrily, but could not get angry on the spot, so she could only nod and smile awkwardly.
The group of people entered the Yayuan Hall. The food was all ready, including four meat and two vegetables, neither extravagant nor shabby. Fang Ming was very satisfied, thinking that Tao Ziqian was worthy of being a child of a business family, and he was capable in everything he did.
I ordered a few bottles of red wine and drank it slowly. Lorraine drank half of the bottle and said with a blush on her face: "Mr. Fang, you are truly a heroic young man. You have such brilliant achievements at such a young age. Come, let me
Here’s to you!”
"Reporter Luo, thank you very much." Fang Ming laughed and drank it all in one gulp.
"I'm telling the truth." Lorraine was already a little tipsy. This domestic dry red wine has a long lasting energy. Lorraine was a little tangled in her words. She looked at Fang Ming with a bit of heat:
"Many college students can only become old people after graduation. Mr. Fang, you are really not simple. You are too young."
"You're not young anymore!" Fang Ming said, playing with the red wine in his hand: "In today's society, what we need is acceleration. Marshal Lin Biao was the commander of the Red Army in his early twenties. When Li Shimin was eighteen years old, he was riding a horse and sweeping the world.
Compared with these heroes, I really started too late, too late---"
Are these words spoken by a young man? These short sentences reveal extraordinary knowledge. It seems that my understanding of Fang Ming is not deep enough.
After the banquet was over, Lorraine stood up and Fang Ming drove her home in person.
"Mr. Fang, thank you!" Just as Luo Lin was about to leave, Fang Ming handed her a red envelope and said, "Reporter Luo, thank you for your hard work. I hope you can accept it."
"This----" Luo Lin was about to refuse, Fang Ming's warm big hand had already grasped her small hand, stuffed a thousand yuan red envelope into her palm, and said with a smile: "Reporter Luo, the days are long, don't be too polite
.”
In the dim light, Fang Ming's smile was like a cool breeze, refreshing. When Lorraine was stunned, the car had slowly started to drive forward. Lorraine smiled and put the red envelope into her pocket---"Fang
"Ming, you can't hold it anymore when you see a beautiful woman. You are so generous to accompany you to dinner and give red envelopes." Yang Xiu was angry, and at this time she finally found a place to vent her anger.
"Yang Xiu, do you want me to give you one too?" Fang Ming asked, Yang Xiu was stunned.
"Fool!" Fang Ming touched Yang Xiu's head and said, "I am your boyfriend, and I belong to you. Why do you need a red envelope?"
"Boom!" Yang Xiu's head exploded all of a sudden. The poor little girl stayed up all night because of these words, and she had no dreams all night long---