Rekindle 2003

Chapter 923 After I leave, I don't care about the flood
Yang Zhiyuan thought that he was much more mature than Qing Yun and would not judge his employees based on his personal likes and dislikes.

But then again, if Bai Le didn't have this disgusting habit, he probably wouldn't have been kicked out by Qing Yun.

On this point, Yang Zhiyuan had to say that his cheap teacher who was lying in the hospital at this moment was indeed a godfather-level figure in the selection, training and retention of talents.

He once taught himself this truth:
'Employ people based on their strengths and judge people based on their merits'

Zhi Liu’s way of dealing with people is to “use people’s strengths and avoid their weaknesses”. What he always thinks about is “what he can do” rather than “what he cannot do”.

The most important job of an entrepreneur is to pay attention to the strengths of employees and at the same time do everything possible to bring out their advantages and tap their potential.

There is no perfect person in this world.

Even if it does exist, he doesn’t dare to use it.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhiyuan blew a smoke ring towards the people downstairs, and then began to look worried.

If we want to negotiate peace with Qingyun and achieve the goal of reconciliation while solving the problem of the pharmaceutical sector, it seems that we can only cede Digital China...

Although he cannot actually control Digital China with Guo Wei around, this behavior does feel like a son selling his father's land.

However, Yang Zhiyuan had no other choice. The huge bomb in the medical sector was like a sword of Damocles hanging over the head of Fantasy Group.

He has to save himself, otherwise he will definitely not end well.

Yang Zhiyuan could understand this result, just catch the big ones and let the small ones go.

but……

Yang Zhiyuan stood by the window, tapping the windowsill with his fingers, making rhythmic sounds.

He gazed through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the bustling crowd below the Fantasy Building, and an indescribable complex emotion surged in his heart.

The afterglow of the setting sun passed over his shoulders and sprinkled on the floor of the office, forming a mottled light and shadow.

This originally infinitely warm scene could not dispel the haze in his heart.

After a long time, he flicked the extinguished cigarette butt in his hand lightly, and the cigarette butt drew an arc in the air and fell downstairs.

Seeing the cigarette butts fall into the green belt downstairs, Yang Zhiyuan sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness and heaviness in his voice.

"Xiaobai, once Shenzhou Digital is sold out, the glorious era of Fantasy Group will be over."

Bai Le walked to his side, looking at the busy figures outside the window, with a hint of comfort in his tone.
"Chairman, this is a heroic move, but there may be opportunities to turn things around in the future. Qingyun's ambitions are too great, and the PC market is only part of his strategy.

It is impossible for the private Yanhuang Group to completely kill the state-owned company like the Fantasy Group. As long as it is alive, there is hope. "

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhiyuan showed a bitter smile on his face, which was mixed with self-mockery and helplessness.

"Xiao Bai, I have used these words to comfort my teacher before.

In fact, you and I both know that this is bullshit, so there is no need to say it again."

He waved his hands, as if to drive away the troubles in front of him, then turned around, faced Bai Le, and spoke frankly,

"Xiao Bai, my greatest strength is that I am pragmatic.

Qingyun's trend is set, and we will eventually lose out in the PC market."

His voice was low, and every word he spoke seemed to be carefully considered.

“The biggest advantage of Fantasy is the recognition it has formed in people’s minds over the past decade. When people buy computers, the first brand that pops into their minds is Fantasy.

In China, fantasy is synonymous with computers.

In the past, in the eyes of the state, all domestic brands were assemblers, and it didn’t matter who they chose.

When various institutions purchase, they will think that Fantasy is very famous among these brands and is a state-owned company. If they choose Fantasy computers, there will be no problems with delivery and kickbacks. That's just fantasy...

This is the fundamental logic of dreaming of becoming the world's hegemon."

At this point, he sighed, "But now... a lot of assemblers have appeared who want to try to domesticate parts and components themselves, and the fundamental logic has changed.

Don’t worry about whether Qingyun can play it or not. Once this flag is raised, the country will definitely have a tendency.

Even if he didn't succeed in the end, was found out to be fooling people, or failed at the last hurdle, it didn't matter.

In the process, we have been beaten to death by him.”

Yang Zhiyuan's face was very calm. He paused, passed a cigarette to someone, and continued,

"Xiaobai, I won't hide it from you. What I need to do now is to quickly advance the merger and acquisition of Abiyemu."

At this moment, Yang Zhiyuan's mind was like an accurate calculator, and every account was calculated clearly.

Completing the share swap with Bi'emu will be a brilliant turnaround for him.

With billions of cash in his hands, this money is enough for him to never worry about food and clothing for several lifetimes and enjoy the best life.

In his mind, this was more than just a deal; it was the spoils he took away from the Fantasy Group and a testament to his wisdom and strategy.

The corners of Yang Zhiyuan's mouth curled up unconsciously with a hint of sneer, "Xiaobai, I need to make some money from this. As for the future... let's talk about it later." At this moment, Yang Zhiyuan's heart was like the slowly burning cigarette in his hand, seemingly calm, but actually hiding a burning flame.

Just like the slowly burning cigarette in his hand, seemingly calm, but actually hiding a scorching flame.

The flames devoured his hesitation and indecision, leaving only determination and ruthlessness. He knew that in this business world, there is no eternal loyalty, only eternal interests.

It's not that he doesn't have the ability to lead the Fantasy Group to survive in this world of great strife.

But he knows better that in this era where interests are paramount, personal wealth and status are the most real guarantees.

What does the future of Fantasy Group have to do with him?

"After I leave, I don't care if there is a flood." Yang Zhiyuan muttered to himself, and this sentence seemed to become his creed for action.

He doesn't need others to understand his choices, nor does he need to be swayed by anyone's judgment.

He only believed in one thing: in this world where the strong prey on the weak, only the strong can survive, and he, Yang Zhiyuan, is that strong man.

Bai Le stood aside. Although he could not fully understand Yang Zhiyuan's inner world, he could feel the chairman's determination and calmness from his eyes and expression.

He nodded in understanding, indicating that he understood Yang Zhiyuan's plan.

With the knock on the door, the conversation between Yang Zhiyuan and Bai Le came to an abrupt end.

The two smiled at each other, as if they were silently repeating the same name in their hearts.

Bai Le walked quickly to the door and opened it.

Sure enough, the person standing outside the door was Zeng Maochao.

Zeng Maochao, with silver hair, had wrinkles on his face that seemed to have deepened after not seeing him for a few days, and his eyes revealed an indescribable complex emotion.

He stood at the door, his eyes moving between Yang Zhiyuan and Bai Le, finally fixing on Yang Zhiyuan's face.

Yang Zhiyuan smiled, walked forward, and personally greeted Zeng Maochao, "Mr. Zeng, you are here."

His attitude was respectful and enthusiastic, just as it was back then.

Zeng Maochao did not sit down immediately. He stood there, looking around the office, and then his eyes fell on Yang Zhiyuan's face.

"Chairman Yang... I have persuaded the leaders of Huake Institute to personally go and negotiate peace with Yanhuang Group."

There was a hint of fatigue in his voice, and it was obvious that he had put a lot of effort into this matter.

Yang Zhiyuan nodded sincerely, "Mr. Zeng, don't worry about your son's affairs. I will do my best."

Zeng Maochao was silent for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly, "I have already done it, I hope you can keep your promise."

There was a hint of desolation in his voice, and he was obviously worried about the future of his son Zeng Cheng.

Yang Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Mr. Zeng, you have watched me grow over the past twenty years and you understand my character." There was a hint of relief in his voice, as if he was comforting Zeng Maochao.

Zeng Maochao snorted coldly, with a hint of anger and helplessness in his voice, "I know nothing!"

He wanted to say that if he had known Yang Zhiyuan at the beginning, he would definitely kill him first.

This is a cold-blooded king cobra.

Yang Zhiyuan did not refute. He said respectfully, "Mr. Zeng, even today... I also need your wisdom to help me."

Yang Zhiyuan was well aware that Zeng Maochao's long-term experience in Fantasy Group and Huazhong University of Science and Technology had given him a deep understanding of internal operations and external environment.

Moreover, Zeng Maochao had survived many movements. His rich experience enabled him to see through the trends of the times, providing him with political guidance and warnings, helping him avoid traps and seize opportunities.

Most importantly, Zeng Maochao's prestige and qualifications enabled him to coordinate the interests of all parties and provide support for him at critical moments.

"Mr. Zeng, I believe that what you get from my teacher will definitely not be as much as what you get from me. I am more generous than he is."

There was a hint of expectation and sincerity in Yang Zhiyuan's eyes. Zeng Maochao looked at him with a complicated expression and fell silent.

After a long while, Zeng Maochao sighed and finally nodded, "Don't worry, I will do my best to help you."

There was a hint of fatigue in his voice, but more of a helpless acceptance.

Yang Zhiyuan spoke politely, but Zeng Maochao knew very well that this bastard did not respond directly to Zeng Cheng's question, which was just a threat to force him to obey him!
Hearing Zeng Maochao's words of surrender, Yang Zhiyuan felt relieved. He knew that he was safe.

After he has seized power, the most turbulent years are the first two years, when all kinds of people who are dissatisfied will surely jump out.

The existence of Zeng Maochao is itself a stabilizing force like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea.

As long as the true founder of the Fantasy Group stands behind him, he represents orthodoxy and justice.

Yang Zhiyuan's voice also became relaxed, "Mr. Zeng, don't worry, you will be able to see your son in a few days."

Zeng Maochao hadn't said anything yet, but Bai Le suddenly interrupted,
"Chairman, from what I know, Zeng Cheng is actually a very capable person. I think he can be competent for the position of head of the financing department."

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(End of this chapter)