After hearing Ye Linchen's explanation, Lin Xuemei was even more confused.
She couldn't help but ask again.
"But Lin Chen, I remember in our freshman year major course we learned how to write a business plan, right? The teacher even assigned it as homework, to be done in groups. How could she... how could she have no idea at all?"
Ye Linchen leaned back in her chair; this was the part of her head that was giving her a headache.
"Yes, logically speaking, even if she really didn't know how to write it, she has attended so many meetings with us and done every single market research project. She should have learned by now. I was puzzled at first too. If I hadn't seen that her eyes were really red from staying up so late these past few days, I would have really suspected that she was doing it on purpose."
Upon hearing this, Li Hongying, who was sitting opposite them, slammed her book down on the table and spoke more directly than the other two.
“Xiao Chen, let’s get this straight. We’re not making games at school anymore; we’re competing with hundreds of teams for one support spot. When it comes to starting a business, you can’t afford to make a single mistake. If she continues at this level, then she’s not suited to stay in this team. We can’t play this game of running a company with her.”
Although this statement was blunt, it was the truth.
Lin Xuemei opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything in rebuttal. She just glanced worriedly at Zhao Yutong's empty bed.
Ye Linchen nodded, agreeing with Li Hongying's statement.
“I understand. So, let’s see how she does this revised version. If it still doesn’t work, for the sake of all of us and the project, we’ll have to ask her to leave.”
As night deepened, Zhao Yutong sat alone in a corner of the library, several thick textbooks spread out in front of her.
She was like a drowning person, desperately trying to grasp at a straw, but every word in the book seemed to swim and spin before her eyes like tadpoles, unable to penetrate her mind.
"Equity structure", "balance sheet", "cash flow", "target market segmentation"...
She recognized all the words, but she had no idea how to string them together into a plan that would get Ye Linchen's approval.
They had a business plan assignment, but it was a group project. A boy in the group who had excellent grades did almost all the work. She just listened for a few minutes, helped print it out, and that was it.
It turns out that what you gain by chance will one day have to be returned with interest.
She waited until the library closed before dragging her leaden legs back to her dormitory.
I pushed open the dormitory door at the last minute before the curfew.
Only a dim lamp was left on in the room. Ye Linchen and Li Hongying were still awake, seemingly waiting for her.
Seeing her distraught appearance and dark circles under her eyes, Ye Linchen's heart softened, and he couldn't bring himself to utter the stern words he had prepared.
She softened her voice and said, "I didn't set a deadline for you. You don't need to push yourself so hard. Take care of yourself and get some rest. Your health is your most important asset."
Li Hongying chimed in, "Yes, look at your face, it's as white as paper. If there's anything you don't understand, just ask us. We're all a team, we should help each other, don't try to tough it out on your own."
Hearing these words of concern, Zhao Yutong felt a lump in her throat and her eyes immediately welled up with tears.
She really wanted to speak up, to lay out all those books she couldn't understand and all those illogical arguments she couldn't make sense of, and ask them what to do.
But she didn't dare.
She was afraid that if she spoke, it would be tantamount to admitting that she had been pretending to be competent all along, and that she was a complete novice who knew nothing.
In that case, Ye Linchen would have even more reason to kick her out.
Who knows if these words are just setting a trap for her, waiting for her to fall into it.
She can't take that risk.
Overwhelmed by pressure and resentment, she could only bite her lip tightly, mumble two "hmm" sounds, and say with her head down, "I know, I'll be careful. I'm a little tired, I'm going to sleep now."
After saying that, she climbed into her bed and drew the curtains.
Seeing her like this, Ye Linchen knew that Zhao Yutong hadn't listened to a single word they were saying.
In the following days, Ye Linchen stopped paying attention to Zhao Yutong's movements.
She devoted herself wholeheartedly to the project she was in charge of, writing the business plan for "Precision Technology".
This project is different from the previous Sanmu Software.
The founders of "Jinggong" were several middle-aged engineers who had dedicated their lives to the field of precision instruments.
They have cutting-edge technology, mature product prototypes, and even potential customers, but they know nothing about how to start a company, how to manage it, or how to raise funds.
Ye Linchen and his two companions held several meetings with these senior experts and quickly grasped their needs. Based on these needs, they began to write a proposal.
Just as Ye Linchen's entrepreneurial project was in full swing, Meng Zihan, far away in the port city, was also recovering from her injuries.
As soon as Director Zhang learned that Meng Zihan was able to be discharged from the hospital, he rushed to the hospital to see her.
“Miss Meng, you’ve suffered so much. The doctor said you can be discharged today, so I put aside everything I was doing to come and pick you up.”
Meng Zihan leaned against the headboard, her face still pale, her thin chin making her look even more pitiful.
She smiled gently: "Chairman Zhang, thank you for making the special trip."
Director Zhang waved his hand and sat down on the chair by the bed.
"I've already made things clear for you with Mr. Zhou. You can no longer take over his company. I've already asked a lawyer to handle all the transfer procedures for you."
Meng Zihan lowered her eyes and softly hummed in agreement.
This is exactly what she wanted.
She was just a figurehead at Zhou Shixian's company; she didn't get a penny of money, and running it was troublesome, so she might as well withdraw.
Looking at her obedient appearance, Director Zhang was even more satisfied with Meng Zihan.
“Miss Meng, I know you're a girl with dreams and ambitions. Since you want to start a business, I'll give you the money. Just do what you want to do, whether it's opening a clothing design studio or a foreign trade company, it's all fine! As long as you like it, I'll support you!”
Meng Zihan looked up in disbelief as she listened to what Director Zhang said.
Set up a company for her?
Do what she wants to do?
In other words, is she really going to be the boss, and not just have it as a title?
Why is Director Zhang being so kind to me?
Director Zhang seemed to notice her hesitation and offered another explanation.
"Xiao Meng, I truly like you and I genuinely care about you. You're still young, and you should start doing your own thing so you'll have someone to rely on in the future. Don't rush, take your time to think it over, and tell me when you've made up your mind."
Hearing what Director Zhang said, Meng Zihan immediately believed him.
She grabbed Director Zhang's sleeve.
"Chairman Zhang, I've made up my mind."
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