super manager

Chapter 15 [Great Reversal]

After Jiang Huaiyuan left in a daze, Du Feng brewed a cup of Longjing tea, sat on the swivel chair, stared at the pen on the table thoughtfully, his thoughts fluctuated.

Now the company's internal struggle has reached a fever pitch, and when the general staff meeting is held, it will be completely embarrassing.

Although Song Hui's character is not good, but no matter how many years he has managed the company, his foundation is solid and his strength cannot be underestimated. Under the temptation of money and power, there must be many people following him.

The main question, the key is in Chen Qingsheng's wife, Yan Xiaoping, whether she can...

"Dong dong... dong dong..." There was a knock on the office door.

Du Feng frowned, and he could tell from the hasty knock on the door that the people outside were menacing!

"Please come in!" Du Feng said loudly.

The door opened in response, unexpectedly, it was Yao Qingqing, the head of the design team of the advertising department, who came in.

After closing the door, Yao Qingqing strode to the desk, opened the swivel chair and sat down, with a cold face, asked without any pretense: "Du Feng! Now the whole company knows that you will be the vice president of the company I don't want to hear these rumors outside, I just want you to tell me, is it true? Are you going to be Song Hui's lackey!"

I didn't see that the gentle and quiet Yao Qingqing showed extraordinary courage and courage at the most critical moment, and stood up with a clear stand.

Du Feng picked up the teacup, took a sip of hot tea, and calmly replied: "Just now, I drove one of Song Hui's dogs out."

Looking back, when I came to look for Du Feng, I met Jiang Huaiyuan with a livid face outside, who was Song Hui's confidant.Yao Qingqing's face softened, and a gratified smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Fortunately, Chen Qingsheng did not misunderstand the person. Although your work ability is indeed a bit weak, you are finally a person with a conscience."

Who are you praising?Who is hurt?Du Feng blinked and was confused.

"At nine o'clock, there will be an all-staff meeting. I have already made plans. As long as Song Hui is still in the company for a day, I will resign! Let this kind of wolf-hearted person manage the company, there is no human feeling at all, I will definitely not stay. " Yao Qingqing sighed softly, glanced at Du Feng, and then said: "I'm sorry, my tone of voice was a bit harsh just now, please don't take it to heart."

Du Feng smiled and waved his hands. Just as he was about to say a few words, Yao Qingqing spoke first, and Du Feng couldn't help but laugh at what he said: "Du Feng, the economic situation outside is relatively severe now, and it is not easy to find a job. For future life For the sake of thinking, you can bear it or bear it. Learn more business knowledge, lay a foundation, and change to another company when you have enough experience and capital. I believe that through hard work, you will make impressive achievements.”

Yao Qingqing nodded and smiled at Du Feng, made a gesture of 'come on', stopped talking, got up and left the office.

"Damn! It seems that my honorary title of 'waste material' is still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people!" Du Feng's mouth twitched slightly.

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At nine o'clock, Fucheng Business Office Building, meeting room 1608 on the [-]th floor.

All the employees of a fashion company attended the meeting, and the meeting room, which can accommodate a hundred people, was packed to the brim.No one spoke in the venue, silently waiting for the start of the meeting that will determine the fate of the company and the future of the individual.

Du Feng sat in the first row of the conference room, facing the host on the stage.

The small room to the left of the conference room is the lounge.At this time, Yan Xiaoping, Chen Qingsheng's wife, was inside, accompanied by Wang Yuan.

Song Hui stood on the presiding stage with a serious face, his eyes flicked across the dark crowd of employees below the stage, and suppressed his inner excitement. After this meeting was over, the fashion company would officially change ownership.

Stretching out his hand to open his sleeves, Song Hui glanced at his watch, the time was already five past nine, he looked at the closed lounge door from the corner of his eye, feeling a little unhappy.

Last night, Yan Xiaoping took the initiative to meet with her and agreed to sign the draft company share transfer agreement, but on the basis of the original agreement, an additional clause was added, that is, the company must pay 5 yuan per year as the maintenance fee for Chen Qingsheng's son Chen Zerui. until.

After some haggling, Yan Xiaoping reluctantly agreed to this seemingly 'unreasonable' request.In the end, Yan Xiaoping made another tearful request, hoping to hold a meeting of all employees of the company, to meet all the employees when leaving the company, to thank them for their support to her husband Chen Qingsheng over the years, and to announce at the meeting that she will take over as the general manager of the company After the meeting, immediately sign the share transfer agreement.

Yan Xiaoping is just an elementary school teacher, she has no ability to manage the company, and her personality is weak, even if she is judged, she can't do any tricks, and she can't jump out of the palm of her hand no matter how hard she jumps!Seeing that he has worked with Chen Qingsheng for many years, he agreed.

After receiving Yan Xiaoping's verbal promise, he immediately called the heads of various departments of the company and asked them to inform every employee and hold the company's all-staff meeting.

The long-cherished wish of many years is about to be fulfilled, and every staff member in the audience will respectfully call him "Mr. Song" when they see him in the future!I just feel that my whole body is light and light, and I really can't wait.

Song Hui frowned, glanced sideways at the lounge, and took a step, hesitating whether to urge him.

At this moment, the door of the lounge opened. Yan Xiaoping, dressed in a black suit with a small white flower pinned to her chest, and accompanied by Wang Yuan, walked out of the lounge and walked onto the host stage.

Song Hui hurried up to meet her, and led Yan Xiaoping to stand in front of the host microphone.

"Let me introduce you first." Song Hui whispered in Yan Xiaoping's ear.

"Okay." Yan Xiaoping replied lightly.

A lady in black with a white flower pinned to her chest appeared on the host stage. The employees in the audience knew that it was Chen Qingsheng's widow without thinking too much, so they cheered up and focused their attention on the stage.

Fiddled with the microphone in front of him, Song Hui glanced at the employees in the field, with a sad expression on his face, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Chen was unfortunately killed in a car accident. I think every employee present is heartbroken. We have lost a good leader. Good friend, good..." Song Hui was choked with sobs and couldn't continue. He quickly took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the corners of his eyes. After a while, he continued: "Although Mr. Chen is far away from us, the company still needs to Go forward. Now I would like to introduce to you, the wife of General Manager Chen, Ms. Yan Xiaoping! I invite Ms. Yan Xiaoping to speak."

There was no applause, and the employees in the audience were silent. Most of them showed pity in their eyes, looking at this poor woman who had just lost her husband and was about to be taken away from the company.

Standing in front of the microphone, Yan Xiaoping took off her sunglasses, her eyes were slightly swollen, and she glanced down the stage. She saw Du Feng sitting directly below the host stage, and gave herself an encouraging look.

Thinking of being able to stand on the stage and have a chance to speak, thanks to Du Feng's advice, Yan Xiaoping bit her lip and nodded gratefully.

Taking a deep breath and calming down the tension, Yan Xiaoping held the microphone and said to the whole company: "First of all, on behalf of my husband Chen Qingsheng, I would like to thank every employee here. Without your support, the company would not be where it is today. My husband Chen Qingsheng is a diligent and down-to-earth person. For the development of the company, he has devoted all his efforts. Every day, he will be busy until late at night, there are no weekends, no holidays, and even his children are sick He didn't even have time to take a look, because of... woo..." Yan Xiaoping couldn't help crying, covering her mouth with trembling hands, and turned sideways to face the audience.

The employees in the audience were infected by this profound sadness. Many people's eyes were red, and many female employees secretly took out tissues to wipe their tears.

Those who were in collusion with Song Hui had unnatural expressions on their faces. Thinking of all the benefits of Chen Qingsheng when he was alive, he couldn't help feeling guilty.

Du Feng pursed his lips, glanced left and right from the corner of his eyes, and nodded slightly calmly. It seems that Wang Yuan and Yan Xiaoping communicated well, and his words won everyone's sympathy.

As for Song Hui, who was standing on the host stage, his face was cold, and he felt faintly uncomfortable.

After Yan Xiaoping stabilized her emotions, she took another deep breath, turned her head and glanced at Song Hui who was not far behind, and when she turned her head to face the audience, her face was full of resolute expression, and she said in a firm tone: " What Chen Qingsheng said the most in front of me was that he hoped that one day, this fashion company would become the leader in the furniture industry in Huahai City. I left the company and left. I love my husband deeply, and I decided... I decided to inherit his behest, take up his unfinished business, and take up the post of general manager of a fashion company! I hope every employee here Stay with me in one heart and one mind, overcome difficulties together, and realize the last wish of my late husband Chen Qingsheng as soon as possible."

Quiet, silent.

The employees of the company all turned their attention to Song Hui who was standing behind Yan Xiaoping. Didn't this man with a beastly face threaten in private that he must be the general manager of the company?What exactly is going on?

After planning for a long time, the originally good situation has been reversed!Song Hui's face turned pale, and he couldn't act aggressively in front of the entire company's employees. He never expected that Yan Xiaoping would say such words and want to be the general manager of the company!With her character, her guts are absolutely impossible.There must be someone behind her back!

Who will it be?A wretched guy like Wang Yuan?

Song Hui shot Wang Yuan beside him with sharp eyes like a knife.Intimidated by Song Hui's year-round obscenity, Wang Yuan subconsciously turned his head away, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Papa..." A burst of clear applause suddenly broke the silence of the venue.

The employees of the company looked for the prestige one after another, and saw a person standing directly below the host stage, applauding non-stop.Seeing that figure, everyone was astonished, it was Du Feng, a good-for-nothing? !

Before everyone recovered from the shock, "Papa..." There was another burst of applause from the other side of the venue, and it was Yao Qingqing who stood up and applauded.

Driven by the rhythmic applause of the two, more and more employees of the company stood up, and the applause became more and more enthusiastic. At the end, all the employees of the company stood up and applauded.

The warm applause represents the support and affirmation of the employees.

Tears welled up in Yan Xiaoping's eyes, holding the microphone in both hands, and kept saying: "Thank you, thank you everyone!"

Song Hui knew that the situation was over, so he also applauded, his eyes were full of resentment, and he stared coldly at Du Feng in the audience.

Without avoiding it, Du Feng looked natural, and looked at Song Hui while applauding.

Both of them knew in their hearts that this was just the first collision, and the real contest was yet to come.

(End of this chapter)