After Manager Hu left, Wei Yandan realized the seriousness of the situation and cautiously asked, "Should the company issue a document to restrict this?"
“Restrictions? People will talk behind your back. They'll say that this is the kind of constraint that domestic companies impose on their employees, even controlling their lives after get off work, unlike them who are so free.” Lu Feng lit a cigarette and said to Wei Yandan, “You will resent the teachers who discipline you, but you will never resent the hooligans you hang out with outside of school.”
"Actually, it's not that serious. Social attitudes are quite open now."
"Why don't you understand?" Lu Feng asked Wei Yandan, "You participated too?"
"No, no!" Wei Yandan waved her hands repeatedly, saying, "I don't have time to participate in these activities."
"That's a really ruthless move. From now on, we'll increase performance evaluations and not mention any after-get off work activities. Just pretend you don't know anything about them. You senior managers should also be prepared that you probably won't be sitting in the employee representative seats on the board of directors at the end of this year," Lu Feng said to Wei Yandan.
Wei Yandan was somewhat stunned by this prediction and said, "It can't be that serious, can it?"
"Let's get past the semi-annual report hurdle in June first. Those middle managers really think that John's arrival means they're free and living a happy life without performance pressure, throwing big parties every day." Lu Feng sighed and said, "Let them experience it next year. Get the chip factory up and running in a month. In terms of asset allocation, transfer the chip factory to the R&D company."
Wei Yandan could tell that Lu Feng seemed to have given up; if the company replaced him, she would lose her job.
"Make arrangements in the next couple of days. I'll go to the headquarters building to inspect the situation, and then I'll go to Tianjin," Lu Feng instructed.
Wei Yandan nodded, stood up, and left. Just a few minutes later, the finance manager knocked on the door and came in. Seeing Lu Feng, she smiled broadly and said, "President Lu, the price of tungsten ore has skyrocketed recently. The contracts of the other presidents have already been redeemed. Would you like to redeem yours?"
"How much is the price now compared to when you first bought it?" Lu Feng asked.
"Your account has now achieved a return of 500%..."
"I'm asking you about the price of tungsten ore!"
"Last year, the price of tungsten concentrate was $10,000 per ton, which was the average price over the past few years. Now it has reached $28,000 per ton. I think it has reached its peak. Many overseas media outlets have called this the 'Tungsten Demon King Incident,' and it seems that some countries will have to step in to regulate it," the finance manager said.
When will the contract be fulfilled?
May 20th!
"What's the date today?" Lu Feng asked, frowning slightly.
"Today is the last day of March, and tomorrow is April Fool's Day."
"No rush, you still have a month to play. You don't need to worry about this. I'll let you know when it's time to redeem it," Lu Feng instructed.
After the finance manager left, Lu Feng took out the calendar and tore it up quite a bit before he arrived at today. He felt a little emotional, realizing that in just over two more months, it would have been seven years since he returned.
These seven years could be said to have been more exciting than his entire previous life. He stared at the date on the calendar, and suddenly thought of something. He did some calculations with his fingers and realized that next month was Zhang Fengxia's due date.
I've been so busy since the Lunar New Year that I was thinking of calling to ask, but when I checked the time difference, it was midnight there, so I didn't call.
After a quick lunch, Lu Feng lay on the sofa, reflecting on the past few years with a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of mixed emotions, often including nostalgia or regret). He received a phone call from Gao Zhiwei, who said that a portion of Jiaming Foods' shares had been sold for 200 million yuan. Gao Zhiwei asked Lu Feng for an account number so that his accountant could make the payment.
Lu Feng gave him his account number. On the phone, Gao Zhiwei still regretted Lu Feng's sale and hoped that he could give Jiaming Foods more advice in the future. Lu Feng just said that some companies make money, but unfortunately, his ambitions are not in this field. He told Gao Zhiwei to manage the company well and to remember not to expand blindly in the next few years.
After hanging up the phone, Lu Feng lay on the sofa and fell asleep without realizing it. He had many dreams, but unfortunately, he couldn't remember any of them when he woke up.
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