"I really don't know. They don't spend much time in the factory, and I hardly ever see them, but if I do see them, I'll definitely recognize them." Mr. Qian tapped his cigarette ash, looking inscrutable, and said, "Let me tell you, the truly capable people are all very well hidden. They just send a few managers out to cause trouble."
The others nodded in agreement. They didn't seem like the people who owned their own small factories, who drove around every day with just a bag in their hand.
“They’re on a completely different level from us, it’s too far beyond our reach. Mr. Qian, I’m here today mainly to introduce my son to you. This is my son.” Yu Tian turned around and shouted, “Rongguang! Come here!”
Yu Rongguang quickly squeezed through, and with a quick wit, bowed slightly and said, "Hello, Mr. Qian!"
"Don't call me 'General Manager Qian,' call me 'Master'!" Yu Tian ordered.
"Hello, sir!"
"Your son is so grown up now? What is he doing now? If you want me to arrange a job for him, he can work under me. In two or three months, he can become a supervisor or something without any problem."
“Mr. Qian, that’s not what I meant. This kid is quite promising. He’s working as a sales team leader at a machine factory in the city. After the New Year, there will be a vacancy for the deputy factory director position. If he can bring in some business, he’ll be settled.”
Mr. Qian immediately understood, and after pondering for a while, he said, "I'm really not sure about that. Let's see next year. If there's an outsourcing procurement I can make the decision on, I'll let him do it."
"Money can't always make decisions, can it? Come on, pour me a drink. You have to toast your grandpa." Yu Tian said, finding a small cup, pouring a glass of baijiu (Chinese liquor), and placing it in Yu Rongguang's hand, saying, "Say a few words, say a few words!"
"Grandpa, it is my good fortune to be able to acknowledge you as my grandpa today. I will definitely be filial to you in the future. I dare not say that I will be like your son, but I will never forget you during festivals. I will repay your kindness tenfold. If you ever need my help, just ask. I am not good with words, but everything is in the wine."
After Yu Rongguang finished speaking, he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, drawing cheers from the audience.
"Good boy, this child has a bright future ahead of him!" Mr. Qian praised.
"It mainly depends on whether Mr. Qian will help. Well, let's..." Yu Tian was about to say a few polite words and leave when he turned around and saw Lu Feng leaning against the door frame of the private room, staring blankly. Only then did he remember that there was this 'Chairman'.
Yu Tian didn't want to introduce him too much, in case he displeased President Qian, but he was also afraid that Lu Wancai would gossip about it when he got back. After thinking it over, he still said, "President Qian, I have a nephew who works at Jiamei Foods as a junior manager. Why don't you two meet him and have a drink?"
Junior leader?
Those present were puzzled. These days, people who manage three or five people dare to call themselves junior leaders. How come Yu Tian keeps stuffing people into the group they organized?
Mr. Qian was also a little embarrassed. It's only right that you help your own son, but why is your nephew here too?
Are you expecting a whole bunch of people coming to celebrate your birthday to come over and meet them?
“He’s been standing here the whole time!” Yu Tian stepped aside, trying to get Lu Feng to move forward.
Lu Feng thought he could just stand at the door and say hello, but Yu Rongguang pulled him over and whispered, "How can you be so spineless? You dare to act all high and mighty as the chairman? Stand at the front!"
Lu Feng stared at him, feeling quite displeased. He stepped forward and stood in front of him. Boss Qian turned to talk to the person next to him and casually asked, "Which department are you from?"
“I…I’m from the production workshop!” Lu Feng said casually.
A glass of baijiu was already filled on the table. Yu Tian gestured for him to pick it up so that it would be convenient to offer a toast after Mr. Qian finished talking to the others.
"From the assembly line, huh? I'm quite familiar with your boss; we often eat together." Mr. Qian spoke while listening to the people around him, his eyes never even glancing at Lu Feng. Only after finishing listening to the conversation next door did he turn around, pick up a glass of wine, and say, "With your uncle's influence, you can come to me if you need anything..."
Mr. Qian glanced up at Lu Feng, his eyes sweeping across Lu Feng's face. He stopped talking, and the next second he stared at Lu Feng with wide eyes, a hint of doubt in his eyes, as if he was desperately comparing him to the person in his mind!
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