Management is actually an art. A manager does not have to be good at everything to be considered an excellent manager. In fact, an excellent manager only needs to grasp the core part. However, he seems to be too comprehensive in management sometimes, so that the enthusiasm and initiative of the people below are greatly eroded. The park management problem this time is the most direct one.
To this end, after two days of thinking, Yuan Fangguo hurriedly held a meeting with the heads and managers of the group's branches to clarify the powers and responsibilities of each company, department, and even individuals, especially some issues of buck-passing and wrangling, based on the principle of interests.
The entire group worked hard for several days and finally clarified the issues of responsibilities and powers.
It was at this time that his wife Song Yiting dragged her tired body back to Chengdu from Hong Kong.
To outsiders, being a celebrity is a very good career. Not only do you earn a lot, but you also have a high exposure rate. Sometimes you can make a lot of money just by walking on stage. But for someone like Song Yiting who really works hard in the entertainment industry, she sometimes feels really exhausted.
Especially this time she was shooting a shampoo commercial, which lasted from morning to night, and she barely finished it. After returning to the hotel, she could still smell the smell of unwashed shampoo on her hair even when she was sleeping in bed.
This time, even after returning to Chengdu, she asked her husband to smell her hair to see if there was that smell.
Yuan Fangguo stretched out his nose and sniffed hard, but there didn't seem to be the smell of shampoo. However, he was still a little unwilling to give in. Then he buried his head in his wife's hair as if intoxicated, but there was still no smell of shampoo.
"It doesn't have the perfume smell of aloe vera." Yuan Fangguo said.
"Then what does my hair smell like?" Song Yiting asked quickly.
Yuan Fangguo thought for a moment and said, "It tastes like lemon."
"Lemon? No way, is there something wrong with your nose? I don't use lemon-scented shampoo at all. Besides, perfume doesn't have a lemon scent."
"Really? But I really feel like it tastes like lemon." Yuan Fangguo said.
"That commercial really annoyed me. It lasted from morning to night, and my hair was dry and wet, wet and dry all day long."
"This time when I come back, I will take you to the water town in the south of the Yangtze River to relax." Yuan Fangguo saw that his wife had big bags under her eyes, and said with a distressed look on his face.
"Well, but, dear, I want to sleep for two days before leaving, okay?" Song Yiting looked at her with a "begging" look.
"Just manage your time well. It's a rare opportunity to rest, so take some time to adjust."
Song Yiting nodded, and then she told Yuan Fangguo another piece of news, that is, in about a month, her uncle He Yingwei would be released from prison.
He Yingwei was only convicted of bribery and was not a public official, so he was only sentenced to one year.
"Where is he serving his sentence?"
"In your Jiangnan City."
"Are you going to see him?"
"I don't know. Actually, my uncle played a big role in my mother's imprisonment. He is rather greedy, and my mother only has him as her brother, so sometimes she values family affection more than the law. If it weren't for his greed, perhaps my mother wouldn't have been sentenced to three years, or even she might not have gone to jail." Song Yiting's face turned a little ugly. She had a complicated attitude towards her uncle and didn't know how to choose.
"Let's go and pick him up. After all, he is your uncle," said Yuan Fangguo.
Song Yiting didn't answer him immediately. After a long silence, she nodded. "Well, actually, even if I don't go to Jiangnan City to pick him up, I will wait for him here in Rongcheng. I need to get his confession right with him so that he doesn't say the wrong thing in front of Grandma. Grandma has worked as a gambler all her life, but in the end, both of her children are in jail for committing crimes. It's really ironic."
"Don't think too much. Time will pass quickly. In another year and a half, Mom should be out. No, it may not even take a year and a half." Yuan Fangguo said, hugging his wife.
Song Yiting nodded and told her husband about her plans for tomorrow night.
It turned out that she came back in a hurry last time due to the typhoon and didn't go to see her father. She planned to go see him this time.
"Of course, let's do this. Tomorrow night, the three of us will have dinner out. After dinner, we'll take Dad to the mall to buy some clothes. Summer is almost here, so it's just in time."
Song Yiting nodded without hesitation. "My dad is a very frugal person. Buying things for him is actually the best. If I give him money, he will definitely be reluctant to buy it and save it. I plan to buy him a house this time."
"The place he lives in is indeed a bit poor, but when buying a house, it's definitely better to bring him along to see it in person. It's not like buying clothes or shoes. If they don't fit, you won't feel bad about throwing them away."
Song Yiting agreed with her husband's words and nodded, "Yeah."
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Song Nianyou has been in trouble recently. The incident at Yuzishan Park really got him scolded by his leader.
Niu Pengcheng, the project manager of the construction party, did not make any rectifications at all. Song Nianyou negotiated with him many times, but Niu Pengcheng refused on the grounds that the project had already been accepted.
Originally thinking that there was still project payment, Song Nianyou was not afraid. However, when he went to the finance department to check how much project payment was still unpaid, he was dumbfounded. It had all been paid, and even the 5% warranty deposit had been paid to Niu Pengcheng and others.
"What's going on?" Song Nianyou was a little surprised, and his hands began to tremble.
Seeing that he was a little panicked, the finance guy hurried to help check the accounts.
With the help of the finance department, they quickly found the relevant reimbursement vouchers.
The finance department picked up the voucher and couldn't help but laugh, "Mr. Song, your signature is all over this."
"What?" Song Nianyou was surprised. He snatched it from the finance department's hand and stared at his signature on the reimbursement voucher with wide eyes.
After reading it, he was also stunned. When did he sign on it?
But the handwriting clearly shows that it is his own.
Did I really sign this order?
When Song Nianyou was confused, the phone in the Finance Department rang.
The finance department picked up the phone.
"Is Song Nianyou there?"
"exist."
"Tell him to come to my office right away."
After saying that, he hung up the phone angrily.
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