After several rounds of drinks and dishes, Lu Feng had a heart-to-heart talk with him, trying to smooth things over regarding past grievances. He said that the process of getting to know each other was a kind of fate, which was preordained by heaven.
“Honestly, I think you have a different future at Jiafeng Electronics, you’ll definitely shine all over the world. We’re going to build a great company, and as for that salary, really, buddy, be more magnanimous.” Lu Feng, with a cigarette in his hand, sat next to Kevin, one arm around his shoulder, treating the upscale Western restaurant like a roadside stall.
"Since we've come this far, I'll be frank too. I've wanted to quit for a long time, these past few years have been exhausting! Leave the overseas market to me, don't worry about it." Kevin hiccuped and said, "The salary isn't much, but I've saved up quite a bit over the years. But you can't be too frivolous, right? I'm giving you face, so you have to consider your older brother's feelings too, right?"
“Right, right, little brother, I didn’t mean it right. Here’s what I’ll do: I’ll raise your base salary by $50,000. If you do well at the end of the year, I guarantee you’ll earn no less than a million dollars. And don’t tell the truth when you go out. If anyone asks you, just say you earn a million dollars a year.” Lu Feng took a deep drag on his cigarette, twisted the butt into the cow bone, and said, “How about this, we won’t lose face. The position I’m giving you is absolutely awesome: Senior Executive President of Overseas Market Strategy at Jiafeng Electronics Group. What do you think?”
"Mr. Lu, I've been in this business for so many years, and tomorrow I'll be doing this..."
"I'll also provide you with a car, a mansion, and two female secretaries, the kind with long legs. Just name your country." Lu Feng said to him, looking like he was drunk.
"I'm so old, what are you talking about?" Kevin laughed as he spoke, then turned to Lu Feng and said, "If my wife finds out, how can she forgive me? Don't do these things. As long as you treat me well, I will absolutely treat you well!"
"Don't worry about that. You can ask around about my reputation. Everyone who has worked with me speaks highly of me. I've always been sincere to everyone, and I've never wronged anyone who's been good to me." Lu Feng boasted about how he treated Da Tou, Han Dong, Gao Zhiwei, and their group back then.
The two chatted until after 2 p.m., fueled by alcohol. That's why people say it's easier to get things done when you're drinking. When you're drunk, your emotions fluctuate more, and even people who aren't good at talking can become very talkative and easier to communicate with!
Alcohol can lower a person's guard, and Lu Feng and Kevin needed this kind of communication.
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Motorola headquarters had high expectations for Watanabe's joining the company, especially given his achievements in markets outside of Europe and America, where competition in the high-end electronics sector is fierce with companies like Motorola, Panasonic, and Sony.
Due to the sluggish domestic economy, they turned all their attention to the international market.
Watanabe's application was quickly approved, and it was time to launch a fierce attack on the mainland market. In his office, Watanabe was in a good mood. He was more valued in the new company, and he was also an upstream company of Rohm Semiconductor.
His status has changed; now, when facing the people from Rohm Semiconductor, he is the representative of the client.
After receiving approval, Watanabe immediately called Nakata Jiro. The phone rang several times before being answered. An operator's voice came through and asked in Japanese, "Hello, this is the international dedicated line for the mainland branch."
"Where is your CEO?" Watanabe asked in a deep voice into the phone. "Let him answer the phone."
Who are you?
"Who am I? Who do you think I am? I'm the CEO of the Overseas Market Strategy Department at headquarters." Watanabe Shi rambled on into the phone!
He was given a severe scolding over the phone, and hurriedly stood up and went to the president's office.
Jiro Nakata sat in his office, looking at the clock on the wall, thinking that he would leave work at 3:30 pm, find a place to eat, and then go straight to the dance hall.
His life was definitely far removed from the central government's reach. If he were at headquarters, he would at most be considered a mid-level manager, but here he held the title of president, had hundreds of people under him, and was in charge of sales of hundreds of millions of US dollars in the mainland region every year. He could get incredibly rich by just squeezing out a little profit.
Unlike Kevin, Kevin desperately wanted to get into headquarters because he knew his abilities gave him the potential to become a top decision-maker. For Kevin, developing his career at headquarters was more worthwhile.
For a slacker like Jiro Nakata, finding a remote market where he doesn't have to do anything and earns a decent income, living a life of debauchery every day, isn't that better than headquarters?
There was a knock on the office door. He turned his head to look and asked, "Who is it?"
"President, the overseas CEO from headquarters is calling." A voice sounded outside the door, but no one dared to open it, because Nakata Jiro absolutely forbade anyone from entering unless they agreed, or they would be fired.
The vast majority of people in this branch are Chinese, and most of them are highly educated and have a good command of English and Japanese. For them, working so hard to get into a foreign company, only to be led by an incompetent leader, must be incredibly frustrating.
This is a reflection of a country's strength. When a country is weak, even the most outstanding people can only work for foreign companies. Some sycophants even take pride in this, showing off their sense of honor in working for foreign companies to the weaker people.
Jiro Nakata looked somewhat impatient. Recently, a new person had joined the headquarters to manage the overseas department, and he was extremely annoyed. Yesterday, he received some kind of ridiculous email, which he thought was over, but unexpectedly, the person called him.
"Why are you focusing on my little corner of the world if you don't care about the European market or the US market? How much profit can you make here? Damn it!" Nakata Jiro muttered under his breath. He had been here for three or four years, and his former superiors had all chosen to forget about him. He quite enjoyed being ignored.
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