Chapter 79: Classmate, tell me
It was a Sunday in early December, and the temperature had dropped overnight, unusually low, to just 7 or 8 degrees Celsius, with a light drizzle. Lin Yao realized she wasn't wearing enough, so she threw on a black embroidered sweatshirt over a base layer and huddled into the classroom. Her classmate, Fang Qin, had recently assigned her two functional management positions, not related to industry requirements. Upon arrival, she sat next to Fang Qin to discuss the candidates' situation. She also helped Fang Qin with both individual and group assignments. Fang Qin was a very busy mother of two, often bringing her eldest, who was about to enter middle school, to class. Today, she brought her child again, sitting between them as she worked on her own homework. Every class had one or two students taking care of their children, and when the adults had to run, the children followed suit. The classroom was full of people who were either someone's boyfriend or girlfriend, usually sitting in the last row or in the corners, not disrupting the class or hogging resources. Learning has no boundaries, and the professors were quite tolerant and turned a blind eye. It's the last month of the first semester, and the strategy class is drawing to a close. Today, the professor is discussing differentiation strategies, touching on corporate M&A strategies and capital operations, and is looking for questions. "Does your company have diversified industries? If you were the owner, what's your capital operations logic for your own industry? Which student would like to share?" he asked. Perhaps this question needs to be asked from the perspective of a business owner, as it involves the practical aspects of corporate capital operations, making it difficult to explain clearly beyond theory. No one raised their hand. The professor scanned the room, pausing for a minute or two. Finally, his gaze locked onto a spot, and a hint of joy crossed his face. Someone had raised their hand, ready to respond. "Excellent, student in the last row, in the corner, please share your thoughts." He walked down the aisle to the back of the room. Everyone's eyes followed him to the last row. Lin Yao, who sat in the second row in front of them, also turned. Her face, which had just been whispering and laughing with Fang Qin's daughter, froze, pale, then flushed. Someone standing up in the back row, ignoring the others' gazes, fixed their eyes on her face. "Student, tell me." The professor spun around behind him and reminded him again. "The logic is simple. The diverse industries under a company are like the members of a family. Some are like daughters, raised to marry off, and you can't be reluctant to let them go. If they need to be acquired, they should be acquired and the funds can be recovered. Some are like sons, marrying with the right people and jointly acquiring a controlling stake, but the controlling stake must be the majority, and the name of the industry cannot be changed. Some core industries..." He paused, looking at Lin Yao again. She had actually already...
On the Sunday in early December, the temperature dropped abnormally overnight, only 7 or 8 degrees, and it was drizzling. Lin Yao realized that she was not wearing enough when she went out, so she put on a base layer and a black embroidered sweatshirt, and huddled into the classroom.
Classmate Fang Qin recently offered her two functional management positions, not related to industry requirements. Upon arrival, she sat next to Fang Qin to discuss the candidate's situation. She also helped Fang Qin with both individual and group assignments. Fang Qin is truly busy. As a mother of two, she often brought her twelve-year-old, who was about to enter middle school, to attend classes. Today, she brought her child again, sitting between them as she worked on her own homework.
Every time there is a class, there are one or two students who take care of their children while teaching. When the adults run, the children follow them.
There were many people in the classroom who were either someone's boyfriend or someone's girlfriend. They usually sat in the last row or in the corners, not disrupting the class or taking up resources. Learning had no boundaries, and the professors turned a blind eye and were quite tolerant.
It is the last month of study in the first semester and the strategy course is coming to an end. Today the professor focused on differentiation strategy and mentioned the company's M&A strategy and capital operation, and asked people to answer questions.
"Is your company involved in diversified industries? If you were the boss, what kind of capital operation logic do you have for your company's industries? Which student would like to share?" he asked.
Perhaps this question needs to be viewed from the perspective of a business owner, as it involves the practical operation of corporate capital management, and it's difficult to explain it clearly beyond theoretical considerations. No one raised their hand.
The professor glanced around the room and waited for a minute or two.
His eyes finally locked onto a spot, and he showed some joy.
It's time for someone to raise their hand and respond.
"Very good. The student sitting in the corner of the last row, please tell me your opinion."
He walked along the corridor to the back of the classroom.
Everyone's eyes followed him to the last row.
Lin Yao and the others were sitting in the second row in front. She also turned around. Her face, which had just been whispering and laughing with Fang Qin's daughter, froze in an instant, turned pale, and then red in an instant.
The person standing in the back row ignored the attention of others and looked at her face.
"Classmate, tell me."
The professor walked around behind him and reminded him again.
"The logic is very simple. The diversified industries under an enterprise are like members of a family. Some industries are like daughters. They need to be raised to marry off and cannot be reluctant to let go. If they need to be acquired, they should be acquired and the money can be cashed out. Some industries are like sons. They need to be married with the right people and jointly controlled. However, the controlling stake must be the majority and the industry cannot change its name. Some core industries," he paused and looked at Lin Yao again.
In fact, she had already turned around and looked down at her desk.
He continued, "Some core industries, scarce resources, are precious. They are like one's wife. Others cannot touch them or pry into them. We must focus on them, stick to them, and develop them with dedication to become a century-old enterprise."
This answer caused laughter in the audience, and after thinking about it, many people applauded enthusiastically.
No one understood his double entendre. Or maybe Lin Yao heard it, otherwise why would her face be so red?
The professor laughed the most happily. "A simple description of family relationships can thoroughly explain the underlying logic of complex corporate capital operations in just a few words, which is worth an entire book written by some scholars."
He walked over to the podium and said, "Bosses often want it all, unwilling to make any sacrifices to survive, and want to do everything. If capital operations are based on this business logic, diversified companies will have a greater chance of survival and development. I ask this question to every class, including the EMBA class. This answer is the most concise, brilliant, and wise I have ever heard. Thank you, student."
The professor glanced at his desk, which didn't have a nameplate, and asked, "What's this student's name?
"Lin Yuxun."
The professor nodded and smiled approvingly. He knew that he was not a student in the class, but he did not point it out.
After class, Lin Yao packed up his computer and followed Fang Qin and his mother out of the classroom to the cafeteria for lunch. He was stopped by him in the lobby on the first floor of the teaching building.
"Lin Yao."
There was a draft coming in through the two doors in the lobby. She stopped and felt cold all over. She asked Fang Qin and her daughter to go first and turned to him.
He was wearing a black stand-up collar jacket and had a buzz cut. He was still as straight and handsome as before, but not as energetic as before. He smiled at her in an obscure way.
Lin Yao didn't look at him afraid, nor did he say anything. He just watched what he was going to do, but his body was shivering slightly from the cold.
"How is it going?"
His tone could be low and gentle sometimes.
"very good."
"Let's go have dinner together?"
"No. My classmates are waiting for me."
Fang Qin's daughter liked to chat with her and was waiting for her at the door.
He glanced at them, smiled helplessly, and took a small step forward. "I've been waiting for your news."
Lin Yaowei opened her mouth but couldn't say anything to refute him. It was indeed her who didn't reply to his message, and it was also true that she said something angrily telling people like him not to come to school to play.
He was the one who suddenly disappeared, but she was clearly in the wrong. He must be deliberately trying to trick her, she thought.
"You mean the agreement? I forgot to reply before I saw it. Now that I have seen it, I am officially replying to you that we will not do your order," she said.
He nodded and smiled. "Okay, I apologize. I had something to focus on at home, so I didn't tell you. I'm sorry if you misunderstood me or made me feel bad. We're not classmates now, and we don't... have any other relationship. We don't have any other ideas. As you wish, we'll do as you say and cooperate purely. Okay? Can you help me with this?"
There was no longer any playfulness in his words, and he spoke quite politely.
"I've carefully evaluated it, and I may not be able to do it. I'm sorry."
She didn't know how to deal with his politeness and was not used to it.
He pursed his lips, wanting to say something but stopping himself. He looked at the people passing by, then looked at the person waiting for her, but he was at a loss.
"Let's go eat. I won't keep you any longer. Let's go."
He turned and walked away, but after a few steps, he stopped and turned back, took off his coat and put it on her as she turned her back, "You're not wearing enough."
When she came to her senses and looked back at him, he was smiling at her and took two or three steps back. She could actually see reluctance, helplessness, and even a hint of tenderness in his eyes.
It was just polite words. If he had said a few more words, she thought she would have compromised. Now there was no reason not to do his business. He had made it clear and personally eliminated the ambiguity. It was a purely business relationship. She wanted to make money and he wanted to find someone. They each got what they needed. Wasn't that exactly what she wanted?
Seeing him turn around and leave, she felt a little regretful for saying it so firmly, and also felt that they had been scheming against each other for so long, but it was not as good as a few seconds of sincerity.
He got in the car at the school parking lot, started it but didn't drive out for a long time. He didn't know where to go, so he leaned back in the seat, closed his eyes and thought for a while, then called someone to make an appointment to go to the drone company club to play games.
The people he made appointments with were his drone company shareholders, all of whom were his college classmates. No one was single except him, and they could be called upon by him at any time on Sundays. They probably knew about his recent pressure and it had been several months since they had spent time together.
A few of them usually don't like to go out to play, so they set up a small club space for them to relax and relieve stress together.
The first person to arrive at the club, who was closest to him, was called Wang Yichuan. He had already opened the wine shop and prepared the gaming equipment. When he saw him enter the lounge, he said, "You are finally free. I have been waiting for you."
"Why so soon? Your son isn't even a month old yet?" He sat down next to him on the sofa and wiped his face.
"I'm almost suffocating. I've been in the confinement center for a month. How's your mother doing this month?"
"Just finished treatment. Stable."
"Is she discharged from the hospital? Can I go see her now?"
"She wants to be quiet. Forget it."
Wang Yichuan handed him a glass of wine. "How did you handle that matter? It's been two months, and I haven't seen any movement from you. I went to so much trouble to get it for you in Japan, and you're still soft-hearted? If your sister saw this, your brother-in-law would be kicked out in a minute."
"Let my mom recover for a while. Lin Yushan is in very bad condition right now and can't handle the blow."
Wang Yichuan put his arm around his shoulder, patted him, and sighed, "Your family is too complicated. I'm afraid it'll be hard for you to get out of this situation in the future. Even if you leave it to your sister, she won't be able to handle it. Take it easy, and don't put too much pressure on yourself. Play games!"
The game was not fun.
Several people came in later and took turns questioning him about the situation. He felt overwhelmed by the questions. After playing for two hours, he became distracted from the game and was the first to be eliminated.
Games can no longer relieve his stress.
He stayed alone for a while, drinking alone and thinking about his plans for the evening. He took out his cell phone, searched for "dragon", and dialed.
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