I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 618 Fireworks, pay attention to safety

"gentlemen."

"Your pizza."

The old butler delivered the food into the house.

The master was about to get up and leave the living room, showing a puzzled expression, and asked aloud, "Ah Qiang."

"Did you order pizza?"

On a dark red painted wooden spiral staircase.

Yan Jieqiang stopped, turned around and said in a daze, "No?"

"Big guy!"

beep beep.

A rapid electronic sound sounded.

Yan Jielin's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth as if to roar. The next moment, fireworks were fired from the pizza box, and the entire villa building exploded in the fireworks.

"boom!"

There was a sound of thunder, and the sparks were fleeting. The soil, wood, and wall bricks all returned to their most primitive nature, and they were stacked one by one on the lawn.

People also return to their essence.

The takeaway guy rode a motorcycle and drove all the way to the front exit. When he met someone, he would press the horn twice and shout: "Give way!"

"Flash!"

Turning his back to the fireworks behind him, he didn't turn his head, only the front was in his eyes.

real man.

I disdain the romance of fireworks.

Many passers-by and residents of the villa area pushed open the doors and windows, poked their heads in front of them, engrossed in the romantic fireworks, and at the same time, some people took out their phones and dialed anxiously, as if they wanted to call friends to enjoy it together.

On the way, a group of police officers rushed to the scene of the incident, and a police officer stopped him and asked, "Did you see anyone in front?"

"Sir, I'm just an ordinary delivery boy."

The takeaway boy stopped the car and complained, "Excuse me, I have to go to work."

……

"Beep."

"Beep."

Fifteen minutes later, several police cars and ambulances came to the scene together. Seeing the messy manor and villas, they cried out for trouble from the bottom of their hearts: "It's over."

the next day.

The Chinese and Pakistani workers came to work in the company, and the atmosphere was strangely calm. Every car left the station on time, and there were quite a few workers on duty.

Ten p.m.

All the teams were closed, and the new president of China-Pakistan announced the latest administrative reforms to all employees in the yard, and ordered to restore the employees' subsidy salaries.

The employees are completely taken care of.

Immediately afterwards, the chairman of the group came to the scene and announced that the past incidents should never be blamed. I hope everyone will start working well, and any violations of the regulations will be handed over to the police.

The workers took their hard hats and dispersed silently. After a few days, everything returned to the original state, including the foremen involved in the accident and the two former bosses who held the funeral.

Become the six people who will always be remembered in the minds of CMB employees and will never be mentioned in their mouths. The company's reform will be extremely smooth in the future.

None of the management or employees dared to express objection. The restructuring of China-Pakistan was completed, and the stock price rose for eight consecutive trading days, back to half a year ago.

Hutchison Building.

Zhang Guobin was receiving the president of the sub-group alone. Bao Yaqiu, the president of the group, was sitting at the desk, wearing a suit and crossing his legs, smoking a cigarette and said, "Sit in the restaurant, and the matter will be resolved in one night!"

Zhang Guobin pushed an ashtray in front of him, closed his suit and leaned against the sofa chair, raised his hand and shook it: "Okay, you don't need to tell me about this kind of thing, just manage the bus group well in the future."

"My cousins ​​are going to work in the bus company. You can drive, watch the field, and be a manager, but you can't reach out for cash, you know!"

Bao Yaqiu smiled and said: "Don't worry, sit in the restaurant, Hongyou's money is still there, few brothers want to work in the bus company, I decided to take out a few director positions of the bus company, in the future, if there are brothers who make meritorious service, they will be safe." go in."

"If a brother is injured, he retreats to the bus company to be a security guard and guard the parking lot."

Zhang Guobin nodded and agreed: "OK."

"How's the bus company advertising business?"

Bao Yaqiu gave a thumbs up: "Absolutely!"

"Using bus stop names and car body paint as billboards is very popular in restaurants and restaurants. The income from the first advertising investment exceeded 400 million Hong Kong dollars."

Zhang Guobin smiled: "A little trick."

"Give it up, Brother Bin." Bao Yaqiu crushed out the cigarette butt, flatteringly said: "Is there a god of wealth who doesn't know righteousness by the rivers and lakes?"

"I guarantee that in three months, the revenue of China-Brazil Group will exceed that of previous years."

CMB has always been making money.

Just earn more and earn less.

The biggest reason why it is on the brink of bankruptcy is that internal moths are constantly corroding the company, and the leader is Yan Jielin, the company's helm.

Advertisements on buses are not new either.

city ​​bus.

Kowloon buses are all useful, but it is a great trick to take out the station names and throw them out. It sweeps away the rigid rules of station names and place names, and splits the station names separately to give them commercial value.

The Transportation Department has the right to review bus routes, but not the names of bus stops. The bus company has all the naming rights.

But consider administration, custom, fame.

Famous streets, iconic buildings, and core sites continue to use conventional place names.

But many feeder stations, new stations, and even temporary stops have huge room for operation.

Take it out for bidding.

Make a lot of money.

Many companies, restaurants, hospitals, commercial banks, and real estate companies came to bid, and finally private hospitals, commercial banks, and real estate industries won the most bids.

Because these big industries are very eager for reputation and customers, and they don’t need everyone to do business, they just need to be famous so that the public can remember them.

Restaurants and tea restaurants prefer body advertisements with lower cost and good spread rate.

Yihai bus body advertisements are divided into three types of contracts: monthly, semi-annual, and annual.

The price of a contract is hundreds of thousands, millions.

The small sites that fail to bid will shorten the lifespan, reduce the value, and continue to bid.....
In the past, CMB also sold body advertisements, but they all cooperated with a branch of the Yan family, which bought the advertising rights for the entire Citybus.

All the money went into the Yan family's private account, and they did not share dividends with CMB shareholders, a model of filling their own pockets.

Yihai Public Transport Group directly announced that the company's contract was invalid, re-tendered, and painted the advertisements. In the future, installing display screens and TVs on the buses will be a good time to earn advertising fees.

In fact, buses and core station stores can also sell naming rights, such as XX bus, thanks to XX company for sponsoring, such as XX company. Tin Hau Station, XX company. Queen's Road Central...

However, Zhang Guobin often took the bus in his previous life, and he knew that the advertisements were torturing people's ears, and he sold the souls of citizens to make money.

The China-Pakistan Group is still in a state of profit and does not want to do things to the extreme, to judge others by itself, forget it, and be a businessman with a bottom line.

……

Office building.

corridor.

Da Bohao ran into Bao Yaqiu, stepped forward and put his arms around him and said, "Aqiu, you did a great job!"

"The fireworks are all set off."

"I admire you!"

Bao Yaqiu gritted his teeth and smiled: "I can't compare with Brother Hao, I believe Brother Hao must be better than me in this matter."

"Oh, don't always tell the truth." Li Chenghao smiled and shook his hands: "However, it's really hard for me to understand, the surname Yan is so brave!"

"It's easy."

Bao Yaqiu smiled and said, "I always thought that the company couldn't do without him."

"Actually..."

"If Bingo hadn't had a complete corporate reform plan, a new profit model, and managed the company as before, to be honest, I really couldn't do without him."

Li Chenghao frowned: "The one named Yan is so strong?"

"There's nothing real about it."

Bao Yaqiu sighed, "You haven't seen it before, you don't know, a company where three generations have worked in the company, even if there is a conflict with the boss, they still protect the company in their hearts."

"The company is the job of the whole family. Therefore, they are very exclusive and united. Fighting with the boss does not mean that they will rely on you."

"You go beat his boss, he protects the boss, plus the inextricable relationship between people, if you want the company to make money, you have to rely on the surname Yan. Of course, the company is willing to spend hundreds of millions of Hong Kong dollars. Hands are another matter."

Bao Yaqiu clapped his hands together: "Crack!"

"I'm not reconciled, so I helped them recognize who is the boss!"

"Now that the moths in the company have been swept away, they have started to protect me and make money for me."

Li Chenghao nodded, and thoughtfully said: "Well, it seems that you are not doing well, and you should wipe out the rest of the Yan family."

"Let me finish it for you."

"Aqiu!"

Bao Yaqiu hurriedly raised his hand to beg for mercy: "Brother Hao, please do me a favor, let me go!"

"It's troublesome enough to clean up the fireworks. The remaining Yan family members can only inherit the shares. They have no control over the company's decision-making, so it is not a trouble at all."

"I'm going first, I still have something to do..."

Bao Yaqiu ran away, quickly got into an elevator, and kept pressing the close button.

Li Chenghao looked at him and muttered, "It's boring."

"Very boring."

Security Department.

Chief Inspector Yang Changshu stood in the office, stood at attention and saluted, and said, "Sir Wen!"

"Jiang Cheng has come to Hong Kong Island."

Wen Qiren had a stern expression, put his hands on a folder, and asked, "Where's the warehouse?"

Yang Changshu said in a serious voice: "Recently, the target person has been frequently active on Hong Kong Island, and the backbone of his subordinates has been exposed. The locations of the three key warehouses have also been determined one by one."

"OK!"

Wen Qiren nodded: "Go out."

"Yes, sir!"

Yang Changshu turned and left.

Wen Qiren dialed out the phone: "Boss, the food is already on the table, we can start the meal."

Zhang Guobin was sitting in the office.

"Remember to eat enough."

Wen Qiren smiled: "Understood!"

He put down the phone, got up and left the office, came to the action area and clapped his hands: "Meeting!"

"Yes, sir!"

More than fifty police officers from the security department all got up, put down their work, and entered a conference room. Wen Qiren sat on a chair and observed the action plan. When Yang Changshu, who was in charge of the front-line operations, stepped down, he came on stage in a white uniform. He turned to the police officers and said, "Dear colleagues, as we all know, the Security Department is playing politics, but we are different from the former Political Department. We are working hard to protect the safety of Xiangjiang City, not to get promoted and get rich!"

"Since the establishment of the Ministry of Security, it has not yet made a political achievement that has impressed the citizens. Today, it cooperates with the mainland to destroy the largest drug factory in East Asia."

Wen Qiren held up a finger and said loudly: "This is the first time our security department has shown to the citizens of Hong Kong. It is the first time that Hong Kong, the whole country, and the whole world have known us. Now I will confess one thing."

"Be safe, colleagues!"

He lowered his fingers, with a serious face: "I will participate in the action with everyone, the meeting is over, and I am ready to lead the gun!"

"Yes, sir!!!"

Fifty-seven police officers from the Security Department all stood up, stood at attention and saluted, and their shouts echoed in the corridor.

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