Chapter 643: Detailed explanation of the word "thousand", with hidden meanings
On the morning of January 5th, Mr. Chen called me and asked me to go to Sunrise. He laid it all out. Chen Xiaoxia would be assigned to the Tanhua group and stay with Lao Xiao for six months; after all, she was too young. Qingruo would be adjusted after the business opened.
If Manager Wei goes to Daughter Island after the hotel opens, it will definitely not be possible for Manager Ai, the key account manager, to be in charge of the hotel. We will prepare to assign a manager from the branch to manage the hotel. The others will remain untouched for the time being.
He asked for my opinion.
I smiled and said, "I agree with your decision."
In fact, the so-called solicitation of opinions is just a courtesy. Only fools would express their opinions.
Back at 1701, I carefully sorted out my thoughts. I can't say that everything I'm thinking is right. Mr. Chen always seeks stability, and he has his reasons.
In short, I'm just a consultant. Consultants aren't responsible. If your consulting role ruins the company, it simply means no one will hire you anymore. But Mr. Chen made a wrong decision, and his entire fortune was ruined.
Thinking about it this way, I understand Mr. Chen.
At this time, Lao Xiao called me and asked me where I was. I said I was in Xuri.
He said, "Come to Dream Jiangnan for dinner."
"What good news, who else is there?"
"And Secretary Meng from the town. He wants to meet with you."
"Okay, it's only half past nine. I'll come over then."
"Come over now, Secretary Meng and I are having tea."
I thought about it and realized that, yes, in my dream, Jiangnan was a place with restaurants and teahouses. Lao Xiao was trying to build a relationship with the secretary, so I had to join in the fun, so I said, "Okay."
It took half an hour to drive there, and Lao Xiao told me it was in the manager's office on the third floor.
I went up to the second floor and the waiter asked, "Sir, are you..."
I pointed upstairs and she said, "Oh - you are Mr. Wan." Then she led me upstairs.
When I entered the manager's office, there was only Lao Xiao and another man.
Lao Xiao introduced us to each other. Secretary Meng said, "I've heard of your great name for a long time."
I took a look at Secretary Meng, who was about forty years old and looked very similar to someone, so I said:
"The secretary is from Beiyue Township, right?"
He smiled slightly and nodded.
"If I'm not mistaken, your father is a teacher."
He laughed heartily and said, "Have a seat first. My father is also a fan of yours. So I asked Lao Xiao to arrange a meeting with you. Either you were busy or I was busy, but today we are both free."
The waiter brought me a cup of tea and closed the door when he left.
The three of us sat down, and I said, "Your father gave your niece a great idea. The village chief's restaurant is so popular thanks to this golden idea."
Secretary Meng said: "My father also likes to read books and newspapers, and helps people in the village with advice."
The two of them exchanged pleasantries for a while before getting down to business. It turned out that Secretary Meng wanted me to do a fortune telling.
To be on the safe side, I asked him to write it down. Lao Xiao went to the desk to get paper and pen, but he only found paper, no pen.
Secretary Meng stood up and cursed, "Fatty Liang is a stingy guy. He has been stingy since he was in school with me." While cursing, he walked to the boss's desk, opened the small drawer, and found a pen.
I laughed heartily: "Only the secretary could find this place. How could he be so stingy as to open a restaurant or teahouse?"
Secretary Meng said: "We were childhood friends and classmates, and he had a peculiarity: he always liked to hide his things, especially his pens."
I said, "He must have come from a very poor family. A relative gave him a nice pen, and he was afraid his classmates would steal it, so he developed this habit."
Secretary Meng said, "Yes, that's right. When he was in junior high school, his uncle gave him a pen with a gold ring on the cap. He thought it was made of gold. What a stingy guy."
Secretary Meng cursed and wrote the word "thousand" on the paper.
I picked up the paper and carefully examined the strokes. "What aspect are you testing?" I asked.
He smiled and said, "Boss Xiao said that you can tell what others are thinking just by looking at their words."
I pointed at Lao Xiao and said, "You are just bragging for me outside. Can you brag in front of the secretary?"
Lao Xiao laughed and said, "You want to make money, but you don't allow me to brag. Who will come to you?"
Secretary Meng said, "Just say whatever you want. We're just drinking tea, chatting, getting to know each other, and playing a game."
I said, "Secretary, this is not a game. This is a big deal for you."
He suddenly stopped smiling and asked, "Big deal?"
I knew he was pretending. He clearly had something important on his mind, but he pretended to be confused.
I nodded, pointed at the word "thousand", and analyzed:
"The first stroke is very short, indicating no desire to linger. The next stroke is very long, expressing yearning. The last stroke is short and powerful, expressing the hope that this matter will succeed and be decided quickly.
Judging from the strokes, it means the following: You hope that a decision can be made quickly, but you have no right to decide this matter.
Having said that, I stopped talking and looked at him with a smile.
Old Xiao also turned his head to look at Secretary Meng, trying to find the answer from his face.
Secretary Meng was a veteran, after all. As a secretary, he kept his emotions to himself. He didn't say I was right, nor did he deny it. He just smiled calmly.
He suddenly asked, "Do you smoke?"
Lao Xiao answered for me: "He smokes. But not like us old smokers."
Secretary Meng pulled out a pack of cigarettes and handed one to each of us. The three of us smoked. Secretary Meng took a puff and asked, "If there's something I hope will succeed, will it succeed?"
I deliberately didn't answer, which I learned from my master. I just slowly exhaled a wisp of smoke.
This action conveys two meanings to others: one is that you are analyzing something in your mind, and the other is that the longer you pause, the more valuable your words become.
Otherwise, people will think you are frivolous, and even if the result is correct, they will think you just hit the mark.
They both looked at me.
I take another puff of my cigarette.
The atmosphere was tense. Even Lao Xiao, who was usually so casual with me, didn't dare to speak.
My master taught me: Creating mystery is the beginning of making others respect you.
Secretary Meng is a top secretary. In his small territory, if anyone shows this attitude, he will definitely tell them to get out.
Now he dared not even breathe, as if he was in front of his boss. And this boss was not just any boss, but a boss who could decide his future.
I twisted the cigarette butt into the ashtray and said:
"It will happen."
It was actually Xiao who got excited first. He said, "That would be great."
Secretary Meng, on the other hand, was much calmer. Picking up his teacup, he said, "Here, let me offer you a toast, Master. Thank you for your kind words."
He made a phone call and a man came in. Secretary Meng scolded him, "You still have the same habits as when you were little. You even hide a pen."
I knew that the person who came in was Fatty Liang, the manager of this teahouse and hotel.
Fatty Liang chuckled and said, "Habits become second nature. Unlike you, my parents are both working and both are teachers, so I have everything I want."
Secretary Meng scolded, "You're stingy, and you have a reason." He then introduced, "This is Mr. Wan from the Rising Sun Group.
Their residential complex is just a few steps away from you. Once it's built, your business will be as prosperous as you want. "Isn't it that you want Mr. Wan to pay for lunch at your place?"
Fatty Liang bent down and stretched out his hands to shake hands. As he shook hands, he said:
"Mr. Wan, please don't laugh at me. The secretary is used to scolding me. Why did he mock me when we met? Because we both liked a female classmate at that time, but in the end, the female classmate didn't like either of us."
Everyone laughed.
I said, "I know he's joking. In a few days, just buy him a pen and give it to his new secretary."
"New secretary?"
"Yes, the secretary just told me that he wants to change his secretary. The current secretary always forgets to bring a pen with him."
Fatty Liang didn't react for a long time. Secretary Meng said, "No kidding, where is the private room? Take us there to eat. We can't continue the revolution on an empty stomach."
At the dinner table, we exchanged phone numbers and WeChat accounts.
After dinner, I returned to Xuri, while Lao Xiao and Secretary Meng returned to town.
I had just driven three or four miles when I received a call from Secretary Meng:
"Mr. Wan, if it's convenient, I'd like you to come to town. I've left you a few cartons of good cigarettes. You can't buy them on the market. Please come and let me go. I'll send you the location."
I thought about it and realized it wasn't about the cigarettes, so I said, "Okay."
After a while, I received the location information he sent.
It seems that I can’t take another nap.
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