Zhao Hairong is a wall painter who has not even graduated from junior high school.
Song Hua is a top student in the Department of Architecture at Peking University.
She passed by a remote construction site and was almost bullied. It was Zhao Hairong who saved her.
She developed a liking for him, and after a while, they got together.
Song Hua and Zhao Hairong are worlds apart.
Song Hua was determined to be with Zhao Hairong and even went on a hunger strike to protest. Song Hua's parents had no choice but to agree to let them be together.
Zhao Hairong also worked hard and founded a company with the support of Song Hua's parents.
Zhao Hairong sat at his desk, listening to his subordinates' reports with a satisfied smile on his face.
"Mr. Zhao, I've spread the news that Miss Song is going to take over the company for you, as you instructed."
“Well done.”
………
Song Xijiao has always been on the path of art, but who would have thought that she would move into management at the age of over 30, and be parachuted in.
Pei Zhiting taught her in simple and easy-to-understand ways, comparing managing a company to painting, and the employees to brushes, paints, and drawing paper. Without any one of them, there would be no painting.
On weekends, Pei Zhiting took her to field trips, teaching her how to read contracts and analyze data...
Zhao Hairong's assistant also gave her a lot of information to help her understand the company's situation and the personnel information of senior management.
Song Xijiao goes to and from work every day, either at the company or on the way to the company.
Pei Zhiting laughed at her and said she was going to live in the company.
During this period, Zhao Ruoxue and Lin Qingrou both came to cause trouble for her, but she repelled them both.
She is so busy that she has no time to play with them.
Yumin’s large conference room.
The ten-meter-long solid wood table was filled with shareholders, all dressed in suits and ties, with a PPT on the screen in front of them.
Song Xijiao sat next to Zhao Hairong.
"Mr. Song used to be a designer. I'm afraid he has no experience in managing a company, right?"
The person who spoke was one of the shareholders. Song Xijiao had read his information and knew that his surname was Liu and that he held 10% of the shares.
Pei Zhiting said: Restrain your desire to express yourself, blur your true intentions, and don't let people see through you easily.
So, Song Xijiao was neither angry nor annoyed, but just smiled slightly.
Zhao Hairong seemed very satisfied with her reaction. He took over the conversation and began to speak.
"For the past five years, Yumin's annual revenue has been declining, and this year it has fallen to a historic low."
He changed the slide and saw an arc on it, with the line drawn according to the year and the return going down.
"You are all industry veterans. Do you have any strategies that can change Yumin's current situation?"
The meeting room was silent.
The real estate industry has been in recession in recent years, and Yumin’s main business is real estate.
"Mr. Song, what strategies do you have to save the company?"
What shareholder Liu said is also what all shareholders want to ask.
"This is not just a dilemma faced by Yumin, but a dilemma faced by all real estate companies."
Song Xijiao's voice was not loud, but very firm.
“If you want to break through, you have to open up new tracks and put your eggs in different baskets.”
The third shareholder from the right side of the table retorted:
"That's easy to say. Opening up a new business is easy for you. Yumin has been deeply involved in real estate for many years. How can it be so easy to enter other industries?"
Song Xijiao waved her hand and wrote the word "demand" on the whiteboard.
"Every era has its own needs. The rise of the real estate industry is because everyone needs housing. It is a basic necessity for food, clothing, shelter and transportation."
"But now, the housing market is saturated. Young people can't afford to buy a house, and middle-aged people already have houses. Housing is no longer a basic need. So what is the new basic need?"
“…”
The shareholders were chattering about it.
Zhao Hairong originally just wanted her to be a puppet, and when he could no longer control the company, he would push her out as a shield.
Now it seems that she is not willing to be a puppet.
However, he wanted to see what she could do to gain the approval of these old foxes.
Song Xijiao stared at the watch on her hand. It was eleven forty.
People, like pets and poultry, cannot be fed too much at one time. They need to be fed at regular times and regular amounts so that they will be obedient.
In the second half of the meeting, she just kept talking nonsense and it was hard to tell what her strategy was, nor could we find her mistakes.
It was exactly twelve o'clock when the meeting ended.
"Thank you all for your hard work. My dad has reserved a table at Mingyue Pavilion. Please do me a favor and have lunch with me."
Zhao Hairong was puzzled. He hadn't reserved a seat yet. But he quickly realized what was going on and agreed with Song Xijiao with a smile.
"Yes, yes, yes, everyone must do me the honor."
Mingyue Pavilion, Huaqing Hall.
Song Xijiao poured wine for the shareholders, making perfect use of the drinking table culture, which not only gave the shareholders enough face but also promoted her own ideas.
Zhao Hairong felt more and more unfamiliar with Song Xijiao. Was she still the naive girl who broke off relations with her family for him?
The meal was a great success for both the host and the guests, and Zhao Hairong looked at Song Xijiao with a little more appreciation.
…
"Teacher Pei, did I pass this level today?"
Song Xijiao threw herself into Pei Zhi's arms and accepted the reward.
Pei Zhiting poured a basin of cold water on him.
"You forgot the most important thing."
Song Xijiao was stunned. Thinking carefully about what happened today, she still couldn't figure out what she had forgotten.
Pei Zhiting poked her forehead in frustration.
"You, you've forgotten yourself. You're Mr. Song. You want everyone to revolve around you and make you the center of attention. But look at yourself. You're pouring wine and serving food. Are you a waiter?"
Song Xijiao suddenly realized that she was so focused on how to get the shareholders' recognition that she forgot her own identity.
"Didn't you say to use courtesy before force?"
Pei Zhiting: "..."
"You really know how to grasp the key points. When I said courtesy first, then force, I meant that you should first build a good relationship with them and then establish your authority, not that you should worship them like ancestors."
Song Xijiao touched her nose and muttered softly.
"You didn't say anything..."
Pei Zhiting was so angry that he didn't want to pay attention to her. He opened the car door and was about to leave.
"Teacher Pei, please don't leave. I haven't finished what I'm saying yet."
Pei Zhiting sat back down and said coldly, "I'll give you ten minutes."
Who just said that he wanted to be in love with her for the rest of his life?
Is this ten minutes of love? This is a deal!
"You said to establish authority, how should I establish authority? They are all cunning people, how can they be easily intimidated?"
Pei Zhiting's expression looked better then. Fortunately, he was not too stupid and knew to ask the key questions.
"If you want to establish your authority, the first thing you have to do is to clip their wings and remove all their trusted associates from important positions in the company."
Song Xijiao exclaimed in surprise.
"How can I do this? Wouldn't that completely break off my relationship with them?"
Pei Zhiting gave her a look that said, "You're not that stupid."
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