Top of the Great Era

Chapter 3055 The Best Place

It was originally agreed that Zhou Buqi would go to Chaoyang in the evening with Wu Yu, Guo Pengfei and his wife Guan Ting to eat at Dadong.

No other meaning, just personal friendship.

Unexpectedly, Li Yanhong showed up halfway and said he wanted to have a drink with Zhou Buqi no matter what.

In order to give him face, Zhou Buqi ended his meal at Dadong early and rushed over to meet Boss Li.

Guo Pengfei laughed and said, "I guess he's here to settle accounts with you!"

"Ah?" Zhou Buqi didn't know anything about business matters. "Are you fighting with Baidu again?"

Guo Pengfei said: "Anyway, it wasn't me. It seems that Weidian Antivirus checked and killed their hao123. They said there was some virus program that would cause user information to be leaked, especially when shopping online, and might steal bank card account numbers, passwords, etc."

“It’s not something made out of nothing, is it?”

Zhou Buqi is against vicious competition. With Ziweixing's current status in the industry, there is no need to do so. Even if it is facing Baidu, it can do it openly and honestly.

Guo Pengfei said: "The objective facts are like that. Baidu has also admitted that it was caused by some work errors. They have apologized and are now rectifying the situation."

Zhou Buqi said: "That's fine, we are just doing business! I'll go meet him!"

Then he turned to Wu Yu and asked her if she wanted to go meet Mr. Li together.

Wu Yu was not interested.

Guan Ting said, "Why don't you two go? Sister Wu Yu and I are going to a bar. There's a new bar in Sanlitun. It's located very high and you can overlook the night view of the entire city. It's said to be pretty good."

Zhou Buqi said with a smile: "Of course you can, you have a life!"

"Stop coming!"

Guan Ting rolled her eyes at him.

She and Zhou Buqi were college classmates and knew that this guy was sometimes a playboy, so she didn't give him the chance to bully her.

Then Zhou Buqi went with Guo Pengfei and warned him: "You can go to the bar, but you must pay attention to safety, especially don't hook up with young men!"

Senior Wu Yu smiled but said nothing.

Guan Ting was a little embarrassed and annoyed, and said angrily: "Bah! Do you think everyone is like you? You are full of romantic debts?"

Zhou Buqi wanted to argue with her, but was forcibly pulled away by Guo Pengfei.

The place that Boss Li made the appointment this time was the Washington Club, a newly opened high-end private club which was quite far away.

The two of them chatted as they walked along.

We talked about Guan Ting, then about university, and then about entrepreneurship. Then the topic fell on the development of Ziweixing. Now Ziweixing has been listed for one year. The stock price has performed very well and is well recognized by the capital market, but this also puts higher requirements on the company's development.

Guo Pengfei remembered something and said with a laugh, "By the way, Meng Houkun sent me a text message this afternoon. It was a joke. It was quite interesting. Take a look."

He took out his cell phone, found the text message, and handed it to Zhou Buqi.

It's a black humor piece.

The general meaning is that there was a kind man named Zhou, and everyone in the area called him the kind man Zhou. Once he moved to a new place, he found that there were many poor people around, and some of them were so poor that they had to pick up garbage for a living.

The great philanthropist Zhou was very reluctant, so he ordered his housekeeper to drive all the poor people away and not allow them to appear within a ten-mile radius. Because the great philanthropist was kind-hearted and could not stand the poor.

After watching it, Zhou Buqi didn't think much of it. "What kind of joke is this? This is Lao Guo's crosstalk."

Guo Pengfei said: "Yes, it's Lao Guo's crosstalk, but it's also quite interesting."

Zhou Buqi said disdainfully: "This Meng Houkun can't tell a story at first glance. There is no contrast or ups and downs, and his jokes are not funny."

Guo Pengfei said: "I think it's quite interesting. Mr. Zhou can't stand the poor, so he wants to drive away the poor people around him... Hey! It's amazing!"

"Hmm..." Zhou Buqi didn't care at first, but after hearing what he said, he quickly reacted, "Damn! What do you mean by that? Who are you mocking?"

Guo Pengfei looked confused, "Who are you mocking?"

Zhou Buqi said angrily, "I was telling you, why haven't you sent a text message yet? Are you having a confidential conversation with me?"

Guo Pengfei laughed out loud, "This is a text message from Meng Houkun. I didn't say that Mr. Zhou is you."

Zhou Buqi knew that this was a veiled criticism of his outsourcing ideas, and said unhappily: "Meng Houkun has no brains, he doesn't understand what I mean at all. I never thought of driving the poor away!"

"Ah?" Guo Pengfei was very curious, "Then how should the real great philanthropist Zhou solve this problem?"

Zhou Buqi said: "In a society, there are always poor people. It is difficult to make the poor disappear. You can only try to protect them from more sufferings besides poverty. The poor people near Zhou Dashan's house are nothing if they are just poor. The most hateful thing is that because they have no social status and no identity guarantee, they will be oppressed and exploited by all sides, as well as various personal humiliations and identity discrimination."

Guo Pengfei sighed, "It's just like that. The poorer, weaker, harder, and more withdrawn you are, the more exploitation, suffering, and torture you will encounter. Otherwise, Mr. Zhou wouldn't be able to drive them out of a ten-mile radius with just one word. If they could gather together to resist, they would be able to give Mr. Zhou a hard time. But they seem to have gotten used to it, and don't want to cause trouble or fight back. Many of them even think that being oppressed and having no rights is natural."

"That's Meng Houkun's joke." Zhou Buqi was a little angry, feeling that his personality was insulted by this bastard Meng Houkun, "He is too stupid and has poor comprehension!"

Guo Pengfei laughed and said, "He was just joking."

Zhou Buqi said, "Mr. Zhou is a kind-hearted man. He doesn't hate the existence of poor people. There are poor people everywhere in the world. Even if there are no poor people within a radius of ten miles, what about within a radius of a hundred miles? What about within a radius of a thousand miles? Will he not go out? What he really hates is that people are already very poor and miserable, and yet they are exploited and sucked dry by all parties."

"There's nothing we can do about it. Cheating the superiors and lying to the subordinates, flattering the superiors and bullying the subordinates, it's the same everywhere."

"So Mr. Zhou can't take care of so many things. He can only take care of the poor people within a ten-mile radius and do things within his ability and with a clear conscience."

"So how do we do that?"

Obviously, Guo Pengfei also supports this outsourcing model, because it is indeed a very advanced model from a business perspective and can be more competitive than the model of American technology companies.

Zhou Buqi said: "Poor people will definitely exist. You can't eliminate this group. What you can do is to protect them, give them an identity, and let them have dignity. You can make them all official servants in the Zhou Mansion. Even if their treatment will not be greatly improved, even if they are still in the class of poor people, they at least have the identity of the Zhou Mansion. From the perspective of social structure, they are no longer idle people, but real servants of the Zhou Mansion with official identities."

Guo Pengfei narrowed his eyes, and finally understood his train of thought. "That is to say, even if these poor people become servants of the Zhou Mansion, they still have to pick up garbage and sweep the streets. But they have the protection of the Zhou Mansion and the dignity of their social identity."

Zhou Buqi said, "Yes, you can't just pay protection fees to the hooligans before you can pick up trash, right? The income from picking up trash is very meager in the first place, and it will be extorted by street thugs, so the money you get is even less. With the protection of the Zhou Mansion, you will not only have a social status, but also a sense of pride and self-esteem in front of relatives and friends. Without the exploitation of middlemen, your income will also be able to go up a level."

Guo Pengfei nodded. "In theory, this is right. The Internet should be peer-to-peer, and it should eliminate middlemen. The current human resource outsourcing model adds a middleman between the company and the employees, and it is a middleman who exploits and collects head taxes."

Zhou Buqi said, "I talked to Gu Xinyuan this afternoon and talked about outsourcing from the perspective of HR. Many large companies have a one-size-fits-all attitude towards outsourcing. Once many people are trapped in the outsourcing world, it is difficult to get rid of this identity. This makes sense. You can only be an outsourced person in other companies, but you can be a formal employee in my company. Why? Is my company inferior? Ziweixing cannot label anyone who has made contributions to Ziweixing as an 'outsourcer' and create difficulties for their future careers."

Guo Pengfei said: "Well, when recruiting, many HRs will immediately sentence you to death as soon as they hear that you have an outsourcing resume. It is impossible for you to be a formal employee. And this trend will definitely intensify. Once morality declines, it will only accelerate."

Zhou Buqi stretched lazily, "So, although Mr. Zhou cannot save all the poor people, he can at least make the Zhou Mansion within a ten-mile radius the best place. Mr. Zhou is truly kind, and he cannot be like other great philanthropists who brag about being great and are actually just fake masks."