Hearing his subordinates' concerns, Mao Jinzhe shrugged:
"Tong Ruicheng's income is higher than Lingnan Hall's, and it's two or three times higher. Why not jump? We are just workers. Working for anyone is not the same as working. Good birds choose trees to roost in. There is no problem."
Weng Yanting was still a little worried and reminded him awkwardly:
"Should we inform President Lin? Will he be angry? It would be a bit unkind of us to do so. After all, Tong Ruicheng has been causing trouble for our Lingnan Hall for the past six months. The two companies are sworn enemies."
"Ha, why are you angry? We're just partners, employees, not slave owners. The five of us haven't been sold to him yet. What right does Lin Tianhua have to decide where we go?"
Mao Jinzhe thought for a moment, as if to comfort the team members:
"Well, the day after tomorrow is the company's year-end summary meeting. Then the five of us will resign. It's a good way to part ways amicably. I don't want to get into a fight."
Bai Ruihao also has his own concerns:
"Team Leader Mao, we were all brought up by Mr. Lin, and he hasn't treated us unfairly. Over the past six months, the total expense for entertainment and reimbursements alone has reached over a million. How could Mr. Lin not understand the ins and outs of this? Yet, he still reimbursed us for everything. Now, all this money is in our pockets.
If we went to another company, it wouldn't be a big deal. But Tongruicheng and Lingnantang have had a lot of friction and unpleasantness over the past six months. They are sworn enemies. If we switch to Tongruicheng, I'm worried that President Lin will bring up old issues. We might be at legal risk if that happens."
Mao Jinzhe turned around, looked at his subordinates seriously and said:
"You have to remember, it's not us who owe Lingnan Hall, it's Lingnan Hall that owes us. We've generated 1 billion in sales for them in the past six months, becoming their top seller. This is how we repay Mr. Lin for his kindness, right?"
Zhang Yahan quickly agreed:
"Brother Mao is right. We are just changing jobs normally. Could it be that President Lin is so overbearing that he won't allow us to change jobs? If he is really that kind of person, then he is not worth following us, right?"
Mao Jinzhe laughed after hearing this:
"Xiao Han is right. Don't talk about loyalty when it comes to money. Since Tong Ruicheng can offer us a high salary, we have no reason to refuse, right?"
The four team members looked at each other and all lowered their heads silently.
Mao Jinzhe saw that everyone's morale was low, so he pretended to be cool and said:
"Alright, everyone, relax. Since winter has arrived in Beijing, let's have some fun for a day and then fly back to Huadu tomorrow. Come on, I'll treat you to some roast duck..."
In the evening, Qiao Guanlun quietly came out of the hotel, pretending to go for a walk outside, found a park, and when he reached an empty corner, he immediately took out his mobile phone.
"Hello, Mr. Lin!"
Lin Tianhua felt a little strange when he heard the voice on the phone, but since he called at 11 o'clock in the evening, it must be something important.
"It's Guanlun, haha, why did you think of calling me?"
Qiao Guanlun looked around and made sure that no one was around before he lowered his voice and said:
"Boss Lin, I have something to report to you. I'm in BJ right now. Mao Jinzhe brought us here. During the day, we went to Tongruicheng Company and met with their sales director. I had no prior knowledge of this and came here without knowing what was going on."
When Lin Tianhua heard this, he sat up straight in bed and frowned.
Whether Qiao Guanlun knew about this beforehand or not didn't matter to him at all. He only cared about why Mao Jinzhe's sales team appeared at the competitor's place.
Is that so? ...
Yes, there is only one possibility: job hopping.
Fortunately, Mao Jinzhe's team is not a monolithic entity. There was also a betrayal within the team. This is truly a spy within a spy.
"Guanlun, I'm glad you called me. No matter what happened, I won't treat you unfairly. Now, tell me in detail, what exactly happened?"
When Qiao Guanlun heard this, he was delighted and thought that Mao Jinzhe was right, a wise bird chooses the right tree to roost in.
If Mao Jinzhe can choose the right tree, then so can Qiao Guanlun.
If Mao Jinzhe could get promoted and make a fortune by switching jobs, what good would that do to the rest of the team? They were all just workers, so why would he have to bear the stigma of a traitor? His reputation would be ruined in the sales circle.
The key is that he has a hunch that if he stays in Lingnan Hall, Mr. Lin may not treat him unfairly, and his income may even be higher than Tong Ruicheng.
For example, with Mao Jinzhe gone, wouldn't the position of Lingnantang Shenzhen Sales Team Leader be vacant? Isn't this Qiao Guanlun's opportunity?
Thinking of this, Qiao Guanlun decided to sell out Mao Jinzhe completely in exchange for his own chance of promotion and wealth.
"Boss Lin, this is what happened. After we arrived at Tongruicheng today..."
As Lin Tianhua listened, his anger grew.
One reason was that he was angry about the betrayal of his direct subordinates, but if it was just a job-hopping, he would not be so angry. He was angry because Mao Jinzhe actually did not remember their friendship and jumped to his mortal enemy?
Secondly, he was also ashamed. Lin Sanqi had handed Lingnan Hall to him, boldly delegated power, never interfered with his work, and even gave him a huge bonus at the end of the year. And yet, in the blink of an eye, he had caused such a huge mess?
This made Lin Tianhua feel ashamed, annoyed and guilty.
But Lin Tianhua quickly calmed down. This kind of thing is nothing new in the workplace. Now is not the time to be angry, but the question is how to remedy the situation.
"Guan Lun, are you saying that all five of you have signed letters of intent?"
Qiao Guanlun was anxious: "Boss Lin, I had no other choice at the time, and I signed just to be polite and confuse them."
"I understand, and I believe you. So, Guanlun, do you think that besides Mao Jinzhe, the other three people, Weng Yanting, Bai Ruihao, and Zhang Yahan, are strongly inclined to leave? Or are they determined to follow Mao Jinzhe?"
Lin Tianhua was the leader, and the first thing he thought of was to divide the team and defeat them one by one.
Qiao Guanlun thought for a moment and said uncertainly:
"Weng Yanting and Bai Ruihao have reservations. They've been trying to persuade Mao Jinzhe not to break up during the day, but Zhang Yahan seems determined to leave because she and Mao Jinzhe have an ambiguous relationship..."
Lin Tianhua heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this:
"Well, Guanlun, I'm going to verbally promise you that I'll make you the leader of the Shenzhen sales team, and I can guarantee you that your income won't be less than what Tong Ruicheng promised you."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Guanlun shook his fist fiercely:
"Boss Lin, don't worry. I was your subordinate when I was at Mercedes-Benz. I will always be loyal to you and will never follow a traitor like Mao Jinzhe. Whatever you ask me to do, I will resolutely carry it out to the end."
Lin Tianhua nodded. He actually didn't mind losing one or two sales teams. Just as Yin Lianyi had said before, the premise of such incredible sales data was that Lingnantang's ginseng and cordyceps were irreplaceable in the market.
To be honest, even if you put a pig in there as a salesperson, you can still create a sales miracle.
What's more, the list of the top richest people is in the hands of Lin Tianhua, the former general manager of Mercedes-Benz South China, rather than in the hands of a 4S store sales team leader like Mao Jinzhe.
How many wealthy people could a small-time scoundrel like Mao Jinzhe know? And how much face could he have in front of the top tycoons?
But what Lin Tianhua could not tolerate was betrayal, losing points in front of Chairman Lin Sanqi, and losing the Chairman's 100% trust.
If the betrayal of one sales team member caused unrest throughout the company's sales team, it would be a taboo for a professional manager. Would he still want to earn a high salary next year? In serious cases, Lin Tianhua might even be replaced.
After all, professional managers are replaceable, and Lin Tianhua is not the only candidate.
Thinking of this, Lin Tianhua quickly came up with an idea and said to the phone:
"Guan Lun, whether you can eventually be promoted to team leader still requires the chairman's approval. Now I give you a task. Go and convince Weng Yanting and Bai Ruihao to stay. Tell them that the company will not treat them unfairly. What they get will only be more than what Tong Ruicheng gets, not less."
Qiao Guanlun looked at his watch and nodded firmly:
"Don't worry, Mr. Lin, I'll take care of this."
"Okay, this matter must also be kept secret. Mao Jinzhe and Zhang Yahan must not know about it."
"Okay, I understand..."
Qiao Guanlun put down the phone, feeling that his future was bright, and quickly ran towards the hotel. He didn't have much time left.
Lin Tianhua put down the phone and felt that he had to explain this matter clearly to Lin Sanqi. After all, the chairman said during the day that he would reward the sales champion team handsomely, but in the evening the sales champion team was ready to betray and jump ship.
Any boss would be furious about this.
Thinking of this, Lin Sanqi took out his phone and dialed.
At this moment, in a guest room at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel in Tianhe, Lin Sanqi was working hard, sweating profusely. Besides two heavy gasps, there were occasional bursts of water sounds in the room...
Just at this moment, the bedside phone rang.
Lin Sanqi ignored him and continued to work hard.
The phone rang again. Yin Lianyi looked up with difficulty and found that it was Lin Tianhua's call, so she reminded him:
"Ten...thirteen...a phone call...it's...it's Uncle Ten's call...there must be...something urgent...so late at night...ah..."
Lin Sanqi was shocked. This cousin would never call in the middle of the night unless it was something serious. So he stopped what he was doing decisively. The two of them joined together and moved towards the bedside table in coordination.
The phone was picked up: "Hello, Uncle Shi, you're calling me in the middle of the night, please don't tell me bad news..." (End of this chapter)
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