Wen Zhongxin hasn't been eating or sleeping well lately. He wanted to see his mother... and it cost him a lot of money.
This money exchange was given to him by his mother.
His mother went inside... He seemed to lose his composure instantly.
Wennan has developed a new project, opening several branches of food stalls, which are now making a fortune every day.
Wennan brought a lot of profits to the First Money Shop in Jianan, causing some of those who had originally insisted on staying in Wenzhongxin to switch sides and go to Wennan.
The power that Wen Zhongxin had built up was on the verge of collapse after just a few months.
If Wen Zhongxin loses his ability to manage the money shop... then the Wen family, such a large mansion, will probably struggle to maintain its daily expenses.
The new students at Wenzhong High School were also rapidly losing weight at a visible rate. Wen Nan sat among them, surrounded by many people.
Most of them were managers of the top money houses in Jiangnan. The development of the top money houses in Jiangnan to this day was certainly not due to luck.
When Shen Qing started his business, he decided to hold a meeting once a year, and that those who were not virtuous enough to be in charge of the money shop should not be appointed as general managers.
Wenzhou Zhongxin has been managed well over the years, but it has basically been focused on maintenance, which is quite good... but it also needs to explore other markets.
Wenzhongxin is clearly lacking in this aspect. Especially after several chain stores opened in Wennan, Wenzhongxin's weakness has become even more apparent.
Manager Feng should sit next to Wen Nan, and the meeting should be chaired by Manager Feng.
"Ladies and gentlemen, today is the day for our election of the leader. We have several candidates, and everyone is well aware of their achievements. So... please write down your choice of leader on the paper in front of you. The candidate with the most votes will be voted on by a show of hands in the hall. The candidate with more than half of the votes will become the new leader."
Manager Feng began explaining the rules. As he finished speaking, the 40 people below, each spaced a distance from the others, were all well-known managers of the Jiangnan Money Exchange. They all owned shares and were entitled to year-end dividends.
Wen Nan licked the black ink off the brush; the handwriting was neither beautiful nor neat.
But Jiangnan Money Shop was founded by Wen Nan's mother, Shen Qing. Why should it be handed over to someone else?
Wen Nan's arrival today... is practically a certainty.
She wrote her name on the Xuan paper, folded it, and handed it to Steward Feng.
Manager Feng counted the votes, and there were dedicated people to record the results, ensuring openness, fairness, and impartiality.
Although the intention is to write about one's preferred leader, deep down, everyone here understands...
It's all going to end up in the hands of the Wen family anyway.
It's called an election, but it's really just a contest between Wen Nan and Wen Zhongxin.
The votes were counted until the very end.
Wen Zhongxin's face turned pale, while Steward Feng smiled.
Wennan made people profit, resulting in them receiving larger dividends at the end of the year.
Who cares about morality and ethics when money is involved?
Whoever brings in the most profit can become the leader.
During this period, Wen Zhongxin also sent many gifts to these people in charge and promised them many benefits.
In the end, Wenzhongxin lost by more than ten votes, while Wennan took the lead.
Wen Zhongxin's face was pale, and he looked increasingly exhausted. He lowered his head.
Although he can't be the helmsman, he still gets a share of the profits, though not as much as before.
Manager Feng raised his watch again to check.
Wenzhongxin trailed by more than ten votes, while Wennan had a single vote ahead. A vote was held by a show of hands, and almost everyone raised their hands in favor…
Wen Zhongxin raised his hand at that moment.
He knew he had no chance left, but by feigning weakness, he could barely survive and still collect some dividends.
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