King of Capital

Chapter 103 The Dominance of the Fathers

"You don't have to shout 'Drink milk tea to save the world', you can express yourself freely. For example, after the customer gives the secret signal, you put your hands together and say 'Wish come true', which is also very good. Don't be shy."

Xie Jingxing and Cui Aliu discussed the entire marketing plan and immediately entered the implementation phase, training store staff on the key points of interaction with consumers on site.

He initially tried to talk about the methodology from the perspective of marketing concepts and brand image. However, when a shop assistant who looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old and was very efficient asked what "cultural identity" meant, a trace of unspeakable embarrassment emerged, and he had to go straight to training on how to do it specifically.

The training lasted the entire afternoon until dinner time, and Xie Jingxing, Cui Aliu, and Song Anli randomly found a restaurant nearby to have dinner.

"In the future, the 'Bu Du' brand will recruit employees for the grassroots field staff of the stores. The training period for the full-time store manager cannot be less than half a month." While waiting for the dishes to be served, Xie Jingxing thought about the plan.

Cui A-liu had already considered this: "The training venue has been prepared, and the training materials are being prepared. We will try to train all employees for half a month to a month before the new store opens in Shanghai."

"There are also stores that need to build online intelligent management systems." Xie Jingxing reminded them emphatically.

The employees of fast-moving consumer goods brands such as milk tea are basically young children who should normally be studying on campus. To put it cruelly - they are the lowest-end cheap labor force with very high staff turnover.

If you want to do a good job of training, you must first have an effective and flat management process. Otherwise, people will quit the job the next day after training today. Not only can the company itself not afford to waste this energy, but the stores cannot be managed in a unified manner and rely entirely on the personal abilities of the store manager, which is extremely damaging to the overall value of the brand.

At present, each offline store of "Budu" has an average of 7 employees in the kitchen, cutting fruits and making tea, and taking milk tea orders at the front desk, which has caught up with the human resource scale of Grapefruit Capital.

If any young employee who was upset and had no way to seek redress spat on the kitchen counter in a fit of rage, it would be a burden that Cui A Liu could not bear.

She was in charge of the internal job promotion system, personnel training and other matters. Xie Jingxing had no intention of interfering, so he gave her a few words of reminder and said no more.

After finishing dinner in silence, Cui A-Liu finally brought up the topic and urged, "This marketing plan is a lot of work. Can you decide on your assistant as soon as possible?"

"In the middle of the month, I will definitely go to Spring City before the 15th. I really don't have time these days." Xie Jingxing was helpless.

His time allocation is now calculated as "half a day". The technical interview for the quantitative trading team of Xiyou Capital takes at least half a day; taking photos with the city leaders at the signing ceremony of Jiaotong University's Entrepreneurship Incubation Fund takes half a day; Juntai invited Taihe to participate in a financial industry summit, so he went to the stage to make a cameo appearance and say a few words...

Cui Aliu was similar. This time she came to Shanghai on a business trip for two days to finalize the brand marketing strategy and the location of the new store. She was a master of time management. With just a little urging, she rushed to the airport with her bag and rushed back to Spring City overnight to catch the flight.

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"Mr. Xie, Li Yan is back. He just got off the plane and is still at the airport. He said he needs to report the situation to you in person."

As soon as Cui Aliu left, Song Anli, who had been in a state of absent-mindedness for the whole day, returned to normal and spoke as if relieved.

Xie Jingxing raised his wrist to check the time. It was seven o'clock in the evening. "Has your brother returned home?"

"Yeah, I've gone home." As Song Anli spoke, her nose felt sore and her eyes turned red.

Xie Jing Xing smiled and comforted him: "Let them go back to Taihe. You have nothing to do tonight, so go home and rest first."

"No, I can do it." Song Anli tried hard to control the sour voice.

Xie Jingxing nodded as if nothing had happened and returned to Taihe in silence. Because it was rush hour, Li Yan took the subway from the airport and returned to the company earlier, but there was only Li Yan.

He explained with a stern face: "After the matter was resolved, Mr. Liu said he had to go to Beijing for something urgent, and asked me to come back alone to report."

"What's wrong with him?" Xie Jingxing was puzzled.

Li Yan looked at Song Anli, who stood up tactfully and said she would go make some tea. Xie Jingxing frowned, knocked on the table and called her: "Just say it!"

"We have investigated this matter thoroughly. It is indeed Cheng Sen's colleagues. Their purpose is not to demonstrate. They want to trick Assistant Song's brother into skating and then drag Assistant Song into the water..."

Li Yan didn't finish his words, skipped this part and continued, "The problem lies with the girl her brother brought home. In order to make the plan smooth and invisible, they just picked this skating girl at random in the nightclub, gave her some ice for free, and asked her to spend the night with Assistant Song's brother. Nothing else was arranged."

"As expected, this girl and Assistant Song's brother got into a curling game after returning home. It's possible that the ice they gave her was of a relatively high purity and it got her sidetracked. Plus, Assistant Song's brother was extremely resistant, so she turned herself in while she was confused."

Song Anli's pretty face lost color, her body trembled slightly uncontrollably and she felt scared. The methods of these gray brokers were too vicious. They almost ruined her brother and dragged her into the water with just a bag of ice worth a few thousand yuan.

What happens after that?

Place a "commercial spy" next to Xie Jingxing, or use this method to set him up unknowingly, so that he will fall into the abyss and there will be no recovery.

I had only heard of this from street literature before, but this urban rumor, which was like a mirage through the fog, broke into reality for the first time and happened to me. It was more terrifying than a ghost story.

"Did he report this to Old Xie?" Xie Jingxing roughly understood why Liu Qiming went to the capital.

Li Yan unconsciously lowered his voice: "Yes, he talked to Mr. Xie on the phone before he left. This matter is not hidden from you, but you can just know it afterward."

"..."

Xie Jing Xing was speechless. He silently raised his hand to check the time. It was exactly eight o'clock.

He leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling, exhaling slowly: "Do you have any comrades in the Middle East, near the Sudan region?"

"We have aid projects in both South and North Sudan."

Li Yan secretly said in his heart, as expected, Liu Qiming told him before going to Beijing that Mr. Xie would most likely ask this question.

Xie Jingxing's tone was calm and no emotion could be heard: "Please help me issue a reward. I want Cheng Sen's life for two million US dollars. It will be valid until he dies."

As soon as he finished speaking, his phone vibrated and a text message came from an unfamiliar number: [Watch Shantou TV.]

Then Cheng Sen called. Xie Jingxing waved his hand to signal Li Yan to turn on the TV and search for channels. He answered the call and clicked the speaker.

"Mr. Xie, the weather is nice tonight."

Cheng Sen's nonsensical and smiling words reached his ears. The TV searched for Shantou TV, which was broadcasting a news report that a dump truck driving at high speed broke into a section of road where construction vehicles were prohibited from passing and collided with a car.

The three male passengers in the car all died on the spot. The dump truck driver took the initiative to call the police and actively participated in the rescue. The three male passengers who died in the car were carrying eight passports of different nationalities and a large amount of US dollars in cash.

The relevant departments have initially determined that the three people are members of a foreign organization. If you have any relevant clues, please report to the nearest relevant department...

"Mr. Xie, are you watching the news?"

After the news broadcast was over, Cheng Sen asked curiously.

Xie Jingxing chuckled: "Several spies were hit and killed by a dump truck." "With this incident, the dump truck driver can be considered to have made meritorious contributions while serving his sentence, does he still need to be sentenced?"

"It shouldn't be necessary. After all, the TV station said there will be rewards for people reporting it."

"Okay, I won't chat with you anymore. I'll try to find clues to report the crime and get rewarded."

After hanging up the phone, Li Yan breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but complain that Cheng Sen was rewarded for saving his life. If he had been half an hour later, his head would have been chopped off like a chicken to be killed for the monkeys.

"Let Liu Qiming keep in touch with him later." Xie Jingxing said after a moment of thought.

He just wants to do business cleanly, but there are always people who want to disgust him. Maybe he should get a guard dog. Cheng Sen has shown the potential to be a good dog.

Xie Jingxing inexplicably envied Xiao Wang. Being a good-for-nothing did have its benefits. Bad things rarely came to him on his own initiative. At most, he would be fooled into investing in some bad projects and lose a little money.

His thoughts were wandering, thinking about the quiet atmosphere in the office, Li Yan using his passive skill to become invisible, and Song Anli's head was a mess and her expression was dull, not knowing what she was thinking.

A long time passed like this, until Xie Jingxing adjusted his mood, picked up his phone and sent a text message to Old Xie: [Thank you. ]

[Review your shortcomings and correct them next time! ] Lao Xie replied with eight big words.

Xie Jingxing was speechless and looked at Li Yan: "When will Liu Qiming come back?"

"Tomorrow, it should be almost over by now, and he has to deal with the aftermath." Li Yan was also speechless.

This bastard Liu Qiming's methods are much more sophisticated than Cheng Sen's dump truck. He took some documents and went straight to the relevant departments to report. Within two hours, a major money laundering case involving more than 10 billion yuan was quickly uncovered. Dozens of people were arrested and investigated.

What the hell is this little devil King of Hell? Just move the entire underworld into the prison.

What he called aftermath was actually drinking, washing feet, chatting and laughing with the relevant leaders, and presenting them with a few banners. This is what the Yunshan Xie family should do.

Liu Qiming said that Mr. Xie's comment on Mr. Xie's younger brother was that after studying abroad for several years, he was almost assimilated by those short-sighted and profit-seeking capitalists on Wall Street. In Li Yan's opinion, there was some truth in this.

He had met many important figures when he was working in the special forces. Young second-generation people like Mr. Xie seemed to be a little obsessed with rules and regulations. As long as their actual interests were not violated, they did not want to take the initiative to confront. Compared with their fathers, they were less upright and domineering.

【I review.】

Xie Jingxing replied to Lao Xie's message in a sullen manner. Lao Xie seemed to be in a meeting and sent a death smiley emoji to express his relief and end the conversation.

He raised his head and signaled Li Yan to go out, then stood up and walked to the wine cabinet and said, "What would you like to drink?"

"...Mr. Xie, I'm fine." Song Anli forced a smile.

Xie Jingxing simply took out a bottle of sweet white wine, then busily took cups and prepared ice cubes and went to the tea room to bring a small dining table. Finally, he found a bucket of nuts and some snacks from her desk, and shouted at Li Yan to go to Liu Qiming's office to steal two bags of ham.

"I'll drink, you watch." He rolled up his shirt sleeves and unbuttoned two buttons, looking relaxed.

Song Anli sat opposite him, completely devoid of spirit, and sat there stupidly watching him drink by himself. After a long time, she said, "Boss Xie, will something similar happen again in the future?"

"Maybe, I don't know." Xie Jingxing answered frankly without hesitation.

Song Anli fell silent again, her eyes unconsciously looking at the wine glass in front of her with almost half of the ice melted.

"This morning I said that you won't lack investors when you retire and open a private restaurant. In fact, you can open a private restaurant now, and there will also be many people rushing to invest." Xie Jingxing thought for a while and said.

Song Anli picked up the wine glass and sipped it: "Because I'm your assistant."

"Please book me a flight to Chuncheng for a business trip in the middle of the month. You decide the exact time. You can take a few days off during this time."

Xie Jingxing drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, clapped his hands and said, "I'm done, you drink slowly."

Song Anli watched him gradually walk through the dark corridor of the office and disappear from her sight. She tilted her head to look out the window. The Huangpu River was flowing quietly, and the internationally-style buildings on the opposite bank were shining with neon lights. The foreign concessions were right before her eyes.

The wine glass was empty, but the wall of the glass was still reflected with sticky and crystal clear wine, which is the characteristic of sweet white wine. Sauternes sweet white wine with ice is the favorite of many girls, but she actually prefers Margaux.

Song Anli picked up her phone with drunken eyes. There were messages waiting for her to click on them. The subsidy was increased again... The financing plan for Yunshan Group's Chuncheng Distribution Center project was ready...

All kinds of news flashed before my eyes, but I never saw the one I wanted to see the most.

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The moon went home to sleep after get off work, and the sun was fined two hundred yuan for being late for work without punching in. It was another rainy day.

Xie Jingxing walked into the office as usual, but was choked by the strong smell of alcohol. With a distorted expression, he tiptoed into the office. The vomit on the carpet could clearly be distinguished as the residue of nuts and ham.

Song Anli was sleeping soundly on the sofa, with a few strands of hair stuck to the corners of her mouth. The suit jacket he always kept in the office was tucked between his arms and was wrinkled.

"Wake up."

Xie Jingxing picked up the wine bottle on the coffee table and poked her forehead, but there was no reaction. Only the beautiful curve of her chest proved that she was still alive. He had no choice but to calmly throw the wine bottle, the messy wine glasses and leftover snacks on the coffee table into the trash can, and went out to find the cleaning lady to clean up.

"Click."

The office door closed with a crisp sound, and the figure lying on the sofa sat up instantly. Song Anli covered her face with her hands and groaned in pain. It seemed like she had done something big!
What does it feel like to be a drunk Splatoon in your boss' office?
This kind of question would be very explosive even if it were put on Zhihu, a question-answering website where every person is a novelist.

"Assistant Song is awake?"

The cleaning lady's hearty and friendly laughter made Song Anli want to die. She quickly jumped off the sofa and stretched her head to look outside: "Auntie, where is Mr. Xie?"

"Oh, Mr. Xie went to Xiyou's office. He said he has an interview this morning. Wait until you wake up, go home and take a shower, and then come to work."

"He didn't mention giving me vacation time?"

"No, Mr. Xie asked you to pick two bottles of wine from the wine cabinet and send them to your family to apologize... Assistant Song, did Mr. Xie make your parents unhappy?" The cleaning lady cleverly asked in various ways.

Song Anli opened her mouth, and the spiritual energy that disappeared last night returned little by little to her pretty face, which was flushed red.

(End of this chapter)