As soon as Special Assistant Sun issued the gag order, Zhuang Li called him into his office and instructed, "Have the PR department contact the reporters and report the case in detail."
"What?" Special Assistant Sun almost thought he was hallucinating.
He was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly said, "But Secretary Zhuang, this is a company scandal, and it's not good to air it publicly, right? The news of the R&D department's mass exodus just hit the news, and now you're releasing news about problems with the company's financial situation and management system. Won't the outside world's impression of Yilan be further damaged?"
Zhuang Li said calmly, "I want the outside world to witness how Yilan eradicated the cancer and restored order. This isn't a family scandal; it's self-help."
"But from the outside, they will only receive this message, that is, there is a big problem inside Yilan." Special Assistant Sun argued.
"That's right, this is exactly what I want. Do you understand what it means to suppress someone before you praise them? When a person's reputation hits rock bottom, every little progress they make will earn them great recognition from the outside world. What I'm doing now is to help Yilan rebound."
"But the saying 'first suppress, then rise' doesn't apply to Yilan at all, right? Yilan has been going downhill. Are you sure it can go up? After hitting bottom, are you sure it can rebound?" Special Assistant Sun asked sarcastically.
As the person closest to the core of the company, he understood the dilemma Yilan faced. Turning a profit quickly was impossible, and the best outcome would be acquisition.
"I'm sure, so please follow my instructions." Zhuang Li said forcefully.
Special Assistant Sun gritted his teeth secretly and then agreed reluctantly.
Zhuang Li took his laptop and knocked on the door of the president's office.
Feng Ming was on the phone with his lawyer. His island had already been sold. The price wasn't ideal, but he was desperate for money, so he didn't hesitate.
Seeing the chief secretary come in, he hurriedly said goodbye to the lawyer, then sat up straight and put on a hearty smile.
He couldn't let Mr. Secretary realize how anxious he was.
Zhuang Li bowed slightly, his tone gentle, "Boss Feng, how are you going to handle the issue of shareholders withdrawing their shares?"
"I plan to take over all their shares." Feng Ming said with great pride.
Zhuang Li nodded and said, "That's my suggestion too. No matter how much they give back, please take it all."
"Of course, no problem." Feng Ming waved his hand, looking like a domineering CEO.
When the explosion happened, even if his butt was on fire, he would never look back in front of Mr. Secretary.
Zhuang Li put his fist to his lips and chuckled. Then he placed his laptop on the table and gently requested, "Please take a good look at this reply letter."
Feng Ming took a closer look, and the pride on his face was instantly replaced by astonishment, "Is this really Dr. Smith? The one who just won the Nobel Prize?" He pointed at the computer screen.
"Yes, it's him. He has agreed to bring his team to work in Yilan. If the news gets out, Yilan will definitely attract a lot of investment, and the entire business community will reassess Yilan's potential value. So, I suggest that you try to buy out those shareholders' shares, because Yilan may become a listed company in the near future."
Zhuang Li smiled and said, "Boss Feng, you take the blame for me, and I'll help you pick up the gold coins. How about that?"
Feng Ming nodded hesitantly: "Okay."
He stared at Mr. Secretary, his heart filled with shock, emotion and joy.
How could there be such a capable and sweet person in the world? He couldn't take it anymore, his heart was about to explode.
Feng Ming quickly stroked the corners of his lips to prevent himself from laughing out loud.
After calming down, he asked, "How much salary did you offer Dr. Smith?"
"Five million a year." Zhuang Li stretched out his hand.
"Mi Jin?" Feng Ming confirmed.
"No, it's Chinese currency." Zhuang Li shook his head.
Feng Ming asked in disbelief, "So few? Why would he be willing to come?"
"His team can take 5% of the company's annual profits," Zhuang Li added.
Feng Ming calculated Yilan's annual profit and still found it incredible: "Too little, too little. What kind of magic potion did you give Dr. Smith?"
Zhuang Li said calmly, "I promise to give him a second Nobel Prize within five years. Furthermore, Mr. Feng, you must believe that in one year, Yilan's annual profit will create a miracle. 5% is not a small amount, but a lot, more than you can imagine."
He spread his white palms on the table and said, "Let's work together, okay?"
Feng Ming no longer worried about Dr. Smith, annual profits, or sales miracles. He could only see these hands and wanted to hold them.
"Okay." He gently placed his palm on it and responded in a hoarse voice.
Zhuang Li immediately clasped his fingers tightly and smiled gently, "Boss Feng, I won't let you down."
Feng Ming's throat tightened and he couldn't speak. His ears and neck turned red.
Zhuang Li pulled his hand free and naturally helped him adjust his tie. He chuckled and said, "It's lunchtime. Let's go to the cafeteria to eat."
"Oh, okay." Feng Ming stroked his wildly beating heart, and then followed in a daze.
Mr. Secretary's movements in helping him adjust his tie became more and more natural. Would it gradually become a habit? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.
The two walked into the cafeteria side by side, their expressions very relaxed.
The staff who passed by them all had serious expressions on their faces.
"In your spare time, besides exercise, what else do you like to do?" Zhuang Li picked up the menu and looked through it, then checked a few dishes and handed the list to the waiter.
Feng Ming originally wanted to mention some high-sounding hobbies, but when the words came to his lips, he honestly confessed: "I like playing games."
Zhuang Li glanced at him in surprise.
He scratched his head sheepishly.
"I never play games." Zhuang Li said with a frown.
Feng Ming immediately expressed his determination: "Then I won't play anymore."
"No, there's nothing wrong with liking to play games." Zhuang Li took out his phone. "What games do you like to play? Can I play with you?"
Feng Ming's eyes lit up and he immediately listed several games that he often played.
Zhuang Li downloaded them one by one and begged, "Are you an expert? I'm just starting out, could you please guide me?"
Feng Ming said proudly, "I'm the best player in the server! I didn't get there by spending any money, I earned it through hard work. I will definitely protect you."
Zhuang Li raised his head and glanced at him, his eyes filled with a gentle smile.
Being looked at like this, and thinking about being able to approach this person freely in the game and protect this person, Feng Ming's blood was boiling. He quickly took out his phone, logged into his most powerful account, and flew around the game with Mr. Big Secret, showing off his skills non-stop.
Mr. Da Mi was also very respectful and kept praising him: "Boss Feng, you are so awesome! Boss Feng, save me! With Boss Feng here, we will definitely win!"
Feng Ming was grinning from ear to ear, not even bothering to eat a bite of the food even though it was cold.
Damn, who said work is boring? It's so fun!
The staff sitting around the two people: "..."
The company is about to go bankrupt, but the two bosses are really not in a hurry at all!
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In the afternoon, several shareholders arrived at the company one after another and signed the share withdrawal agreement.
That night, Feng Ming's brothers came to the old house to visit their father and showed his father some news about Yilan.
Father Feng shook his head and said, "The approach is right, but the method is too radical. He demolished the previous one before finding the next one. This kid is really impulsive. Let's wait and see."
He threw his phone aside, his face full of disappointment.
The brothers looked at each other, all with an expression of gloating in their eyes.
More than twenty days later, Feng Ming actually sold most of his properties and used the cash he obtained to buy out the shares of several shareholders. All the relevant procedures were also completed.
In other words, if Yilan goes bankrupt, he will lose everything. Even if Feng's father wants to help him, he can't.
When his brothers heard about this, they all sneered in their hearts.
Liao Meilan even called her son every day, using harsh words to curse his stupidity. If Feng's father hadn't said that the child's mother was not allowed to interfere or intervene in the child's business, she would have gone to the company and fired the secretary Zhuang who was spreading rumors and misleading others.
It was another weekend, and the children who loved to surround Father Feng and try to please him returned to the old house early.
They each explained their own business philosophy and truthfully reported the company's operating conditions.
Father Feng was very satisfied with their performance, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.
One of the children suddenly said, "I wonder how Third Brother's company is doing."
The smile on Feng's father's face visibly faded, and a glint of displeasure flickered in his cloudy eyes. He had always disliked Feng Ming. This child was too independent, too reckless, and too stubborn. He never did anything serious except cause trouble for the family.
By giving him Yilan, who had the worst business situation, Feng's father had actually already decided that he was out.
And the boy's actions were exactly what his father had predicted. He actually sold all his property to fill Yilan's hole. Was he trying to win? He was clearly trying to lose even more miserably!
"Don't mention him, it will make me upset." Father Feng closed his eyes and waved his hands.
The children looked at each other and smiled contemptuously.
At that moment, the excited voice of the news anchor suddenly rang out from the television: "It's reported that Dr. Smith, who won the Nobel Prize in Medicine last month, has arrived in China with his team and joined Yilan. Next, he will develop medical beauty products for Yilan. Please see the report sent by the frontline reporter."
The camera turned, and Dr. Smith's face appeared on the TV, and the person accompanying him was Feng Ming.
Feng Ming's brothers and sisters looked horrified.
Father Feng, who was dozing off, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the TV.
On the screen, a reporter raised the microphone and asked, "Dr. Smith, why did you accept Yilan's invitation? What moved you?"
Dr. Smith said cheerfully, "I'm here for my second Nobel Prize. Mr. Zhuang from Yilan and I will create a revolution unprecedented in medical history."
"What revolution is it?"
"This is a commercial secret, so I can't tell you yet. I can only tell you ladies that eternal youth will no longer be a dream."
The reporter became visibly excited and pressed on, "Have you made any progress on this research?"
"Yes, yes, it's very promising. I can't wait to get to work. I love Yilan, and of course, I love Mr. Zhuang even more!" Dr. Smith expressed enthusiastically.
No one knows who the Mr. Zhuang he is talking about is.
But Feng Ming, who was standing next to him and smiling politely, suddenly turned dark in expression.
Fuck, he hates these foreigners who are so careless with their words. He is the only one who can love Mr. Big Secretary!
Dr. Smith's reputation proved incredibly effective. His arrival at Yilan was even featured on the Xinwen Lianbo (China News Network), and other media outlets were enthusiastically covering the news. Yilan, plagued by controversy recently, had suddenly staged a remarkable comeback, its reputation and visibility skyrocketing.
Professional investors rushed to call Yilan, asking if they still needed financing. The bank also relaxed Yilan's loan limit.
Even the National Economic Investment Corporation came up with the idea of focusing on supporting Yilan and began to have frequent contact with Feng Ming.
Lack of liquidity? Difficult financial situation? R&D vacuum? None. Yilan is now a fully fueled rocket, ready to take off.
Feng Ming's father, who had long since given up on him, also donated his shares to him free of charge after several shareholders withdrew their shares. He had done his utmost for this useless son.
In other words, even if Yilan becomes extremely wealthy in the future, or even goes public, it will have nothing to do with the Feng family. This high-quality asset belongs only to Feng Ming.
Thinking of his son's bold move of selling all his property, Father Feng finally realized that he had been fooled!
As for Dr. Smith, his son must have been in contact all the time, but he kept the news secret.
He schemed against several shareholders and also against his own father.
Father Feng laughed in anger, but then clapped his hands vigorously: "Great, great! Feng Ming has really made it! The Mr. Zhuang that Dr. Smith mentioned must be his secretary Zhuang, right? He's really lucky to have picked up a capable person for free!"
Father Feng snorted coldly, then couldn't stop laughing.
Although his son was impulsive and lacked self-control, his judgment of people, his ability to manage talent, and his boldness in making progress were undeniable! These were precisely the qualities that a leader of a large group must possess.
"Not bad!" Father Feng clapped his hands again, then returned to the study with a smile.
He wants to call his son.
The children he had left behind were filled with jealousy and resentment. Their company hadn't even gotten back on track, but Feng Ming had already ascended!
Secretary Zhuang, huh? This guy is determined to poach me!
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