Please make money.

The consumer electronics department relies on the mechanical and chemical department and is able to control the upstream and downstream supply chains of most products.

From raw materials to manufacturing and then to sales, it cannot be said to be a one-stop service, but it can basically be said to be three-quarters of a service.

If we include the Finance and Insurance Department and the Property Department, it would be even more interesting - if you go to a large supermarket and look up, you will see that it belongs to the Ai Group.

Their own supermarkets are filled with their own consumer electronics products, and when consumers take out a credit card, it is also related to the commercial bank controlled by the Ai Group.

What is this called? This is called a closed loop! This is not the same track as those competitors who need to beg for help and go through channels to sell!

If her father hadn't disappeared a few years ago, she would be able to guess his next move by now.

The consumer side can even directly apply personal data, use big data algorithms to accurately calculate consumers' consumption capacity, and make precise push notifications.

Perhaps the financial and insurance sectors are already using this technology. After all, major Internet companies are all using it, and the related industry is already very mature.

If it is supported by semiconductors and the final step of completing three-quarters of the dragon is completed, then no one will be able to control the fully independent Ai Group. At that time, an almost closed-loop business empire will not have to fear the constraints of any competitors, and can even control the opponent in reverse.

Think about the three gangs back then. Apart from the technical and size issues caused by their own mistakes, who can say that they are superior to them in the field of pure commercial competition?

Although the Ai Group is not as good as Sansang in the past, but in comparison, Sansang’s development ceiling is also very obvious, while the Ai Group has a broad future and great potential.

"There are three things that people cannot avoid in the future: birth, Ai Group, and death. Is this reasonable?"

"...Miss, you are exaggerating." Lei Fan smiled and said, "Even Mr. didn't have such an idea at the beginning."

"Oh, indeed." Alia crossed out the words on the ground and patted the dust off her hands: "Forget it, let's finish the main quest first."

At worst, I can wait until I have full control of the group, find a way to split it up and sell each unit at a good price. Then I won’t have to worry about the street lamps and my clothes matching too well.

"So we have to confront the after-sales department?" Lei Fan also patted the gravel on his hands: "I can bring people to endorse you, Miss."

How can the return of the Dragon King be complete without a supporting actor? Manager Wang from the after-sales department may not know a young girl who claims to be the largest shareholder, but he knows Mr. Lei Fan.

He is the only executive in the entire group who dares to slam the table in front of the chairman at the shareholders' meeting, and even Ai Ruhu has been unable to do anything to him for so many years.

It’s not that no one has thought about taking him down, but when they think about the professionalism of the financial insurance department, which accounts for nearly half of the group’s value, their hair starts to tingle.

Why do we only dare to put people in places like consumer electronics departments and logistics departments?

Because Mr. San from the mechanical and chemical department cannot tolerate any sand in his eyes, while Mr. Lei from the insurance and finance department can tolerate sand, but the people who are put in there don't have that skill!

Should Young Master Zheng be asked to look at those data like he was reciting a heavenly book? Or should Young Master Jing be asked to stare blankly at the three-fist-high files on Lei Fan's desk that he couldn't finish processing in 24 hours?

They are probably only capable of conducting research on the target investment companies, getting their five-star hotel accommodation benefits, and winning the flattery of the sales ladies.

Lei Fan is absolutely confident enough to suppress any middle-level manager across departments. Even those with connections like Fatty Zheng would only dare to challenge him but not really break up with him.

Even now the cafeteria has quietly lowered the price of dishes by five yuan. Fatty Zheng even contacted Lei Fan several times afterwards, wanting to pour tea and apologize, but Lei Fan ignored him.

"Why should I show my cards? I have a tool here." Alia didn't even turn her head. She raised her hand and pointed behind her with her thumb: "He's so old, 17 years old, and he's standing like a minion. Isn't it appropriate not to give him a chance to show off?"

Lei Fan turned around to look at the bewildered Jing Ershao, who was spitting out lemon seeds out of boredom. When he made eye contact, they glared at each other.

"...Can the Second Young Master do anything?" Lei Fan was a little skeptical.

"If he can't do it, I will teach him." Alia patted her pants and stood up. "My uncle is born without a loving father and a filial son. It is my duty as a younger generation to make up for it. What do you think?"

"..." Lei Fan thought about it and felt that it was reasonable for the eldest lady not to show up when someone was offended, so he nodded: "I hope the second young master is okay."

"Of course - come here, second brother, let me show you a wonderful treasure."

"?!!!"

042-This is our shame! No, it's only your own...

Afternoon work is always tiring.

It's two o'clock when I get to work. The air conditioning in the group and the bright sunshine outside the window are mixed together, accompanied by the slight drunkenness after waking up from a nap after lunch, making people feel dazed.

Manager Wang was in his office, watching the surveillance video on the screen with a calm expression, even a bit Buddhist.

His assistant nephew went to a faraway place of his dreams, and the newcomer Xiao Zheng, who was supposed to be his assistant, blatantly skipped work.

But these are not big problems. The real problem is that in such a small after-sales department, there are two big Buddhas.

Master Jing - the prince of the group, or at least the prince of the consumer electronics department.

The market value of the consumer electronics department is more than 60 billion yuan. The other party was born with this golden spoon worth 60 billion yuan in his mouth. He is spoiled by honey and milk and cannot bear the slightest bit of suffering.

To put it bluntly, if he, who is only nominally an assistant, really sits in the office, the one who serves as the assistant to others will have to be himself, the supervisor.

And it is such a young master who is now trembling with fear and following his childhood sweetheart submissively, licking her in a really humbly manner.

"Why can't you just stand up?" He slammed the table, feeling a bit disappointed: "You should take the initiative! You--"

“Ding-ling-ling—”

The cell phone rang, and Manager Wang glanced at it. His originally nonchalant look suddenly turned serious.

He quickly picked up the phone, cleared his throat, and smiled so loudly that it could be heard through the screen: "Hello? Baby?"

"Will you come back for dinner tonight?"

"Yes! Of course I will. It's our wedding anniversary tonight. How can I not go home?"

As he said this, he quickly flipped through the calendar on the table and confirmed that today was just a simple wedding anniversary and not some weird date like '1314 days after marriage' or '520 days after you gave me flowers last time'. Only then did he feel a little relieved.

"Huh?" The person on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, then seemed to react: "Oh, yes, it's our anniversary... I told you that if you don't come back, I'll go out and play with my girlfriends. Then I won't go out either. You can bring some food back tonight, or we can go out to eat."

"Okay, okay, what do you want to eat? I'll make a reservation now!"

"Whatever."

“How about seafood?”

"No, I had a physical examination before, and the doctor said that my uric acid level was high and I had consumed too much purine. He told me to pay attention to my weight and diet and eat light food."

"Is that so? Then let's have a light salad? Young people like that for health reasons nowadays."

"No, it's just a few leaves, chop them up, and call it salad. I don't have to eat lettuce, change it."

After a discussion, his wife finally agreed to eat a lighter hotpot. Manager Wang then hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief.

He opened the drawer and looked at the photo frame on top of it. It was a photo of him when he was young and a lovely young girl.

If I had known earlier...

He touched the photo he had hidden away, looked at the figure of the girl, and his eyes were filled with tenderness: "If I hadn't let you go to work there, you wouldn't have--"

“Crunch—”

The door was pushed open, and Manager Wang closed the drawer almost as a conditioned reflex, making a loud noise.

"What?" Young Master Jing heard the other party talking as soon as he came in and frowned in confusion.

"I won't get fat... No, Mr. Jing, what's the matter?"

Manager Wang woke up from his daily reminiscences of his past life and watched his nominal assistant kick the door.

Oh, he didn't kick, he just pushed it away politely.

Just as he was watching, a document next to him hit Jing Shao on the head, followed by a clear and beautiful scolding: "I told you to knock on the door!"

"But--"

"Knock!" the voice said, raising its foot and kicking him again.

Manager Wang's throat rolled. Judging from the slender legs wrapped in casual pants and the pink sneakers, these seemed to be the legs of the Crown Princess.

Sure enough, he tilted his body and vaguely saw Alia standing by the door. The latter didn't look at him, but just stared at Jing Shao with a frosty face.

Mr. Jing walked out with his head down and closed the office door. Then there was a knock on the door.

“Knock knock—”

Manager Wang quickly adjusted his tie, picked up a document and pretended to be busy: "Come in!"

No, why are we playing role-playing games?

Your classmate Xiao Ai never seemed to be so polite when he blocked me in the big workshop every day.

But thinking back, Manager Wang found that except for the times when Alia got crazy about some unwritten rules that everyone knew, she was a first-class employee at other times. She seemed to have never failed to abide by the working hours or rules and regulations - but it was because she was too serious that it gave people a headache.

So the best employee turned out to be my new, most irritable subordinate? How absurd is this...

Jing Shao re-entered the room, followed by Alia.

He thought about it and first introduced Alia's identity: "This is my sister."

Alia rolled up the document and handed it to him. "I'm the customer service representative now, and you're the assistant supervisor. What do you think about yourself?"

"Oh……"

"It's okay, it's okay. That - Xiao Ai - no, I'm not talking about you, Jing Shao, I'm talking about her. Is there anything wrong?"

Sisters and brothers, brothers and sisters, you understand, you all understand, you went through the same thing yourself...

Manager Wang had a reserved and polite smile on his face. His emotions were relatively stable at the moment, and his expression was gentle: "You can tell me anything. Do you want to be transferred to another position?"

"No, it's about what to do with the washing machine after the recall."

Jing Shao took the document handed to him by Alia, looked at the title, and read it expressionlessly: "In accordance with the requirements of the "Interim Provisions on the Management of Consumer Product Recalls", our company recently took the initiative to report the recall plan to the Market Supervision Administration. From now on, we will recall the products manufactured during the XX period... uh... XQB55-11906... why is this broken model so long - fully automatic pulsator washing machines, involving 6500 units... For unqualified products, our company will actively implement corporate principal responsibilities, carry out defective product recalls and safety technology improvements, improve product safety levels, and replace customers with a new improved fully automatic pulsator washing machine that meets the requirements free of charge to eliminate safety hazards."

After finally listening to the long paragraph of nonsense, Manager Wang took advantage of Jing Shao's breath and asked carefully: "Is there any problem?"

“What should I do with the recalled washing machine?”

"Of course, they are handed over to the manufacturing department. The parts that can be recycled are recycled, and those that cannot be recycled are destroyed."

"Yes, it is the question of destruction - how to destroy it?"

"...What do you think is the best way to destroy it?" Manager Wang felt something was wrong, but he didn't know where the murderous intent came from.

"I think..." Jing Shao took a deep breath and spoke righteously. For a moment, he even exuded the glory of being upright.

"They should smash it in front of the group's gate! Smash it all! And even get the media to watch!"

"...?"

"Not only that, we have to invite consumers who bought substandard washing machines to smash them with their own hands! This is our shame! We can't just get away with it like this!"

"...???"

043-The Ai of the Ai Group is the Ai of your father Ai Rulong!

"We have no say in this matter..."

Mr. Liu from the consumer electronics department looked at Manager Wang in front of him with embarrassment, or to be more precise, at the person behind him.

Young Master Jing held his head high and his chest puffed out. Although his soul was humble, his attitude was so impressive that no one dared to underestimate him.

Come to think of it, who would dare to look down on the boss’s son?

The consumer electronics department is divided into several parts, and the people who actually carry out the daily management of the home appliances are General Manager Liu and Manager Chen under Ai Ruhu.

When Lei Fan "passed by" here, the other party received the news at the speed of light and came out to deal with it.

Now, reporting the daily business strategies to the higher-ups is naturally stuck with them.

Supervisor Wang reported it to Manager Chen, who thought, "Is this something he can decide?" He quickly reported it to General Manager Liu.

If Mr. Liu were to move up a level, he would be Ai Ruhu - the problem is that the person in front of him is someone else's son, and wouldn't he know that his son is willful?

"You can't make the decision on this or that, so you're all just eating for free?!"

Young Master Jing was really annoyed. He didn't care how difficult it was for these guys in front of him. He just knew that if he didn't do well, he would be the one who had a hard time.

Others only dare to scold me behind my back, but that guy really dares to take action directly!

It's not that he didn't think about resisting or calling the police directly, but considering the difference in reputation between the two sides, Jing Shao felt that once the matter got out of hand, no one would believe that it was Alia, who was powerless, who bullied him. They would only think that the wolf was coming.

This feeling of injustice even made him want to sing a song of the Emperor's Daughter...

Seeing that Mr. Liu was about to make another mistake, Mr. Jing angrily slammed the table and said, "If you can't do it, then give me some help and I'll arrange it!"

"This..." Mr. Liu showed an embarrassed expression on his face.

There was a sudden moment when Jing Shao was enlightened - that's right! I can be tougher, and then his refusal will not be my problem!

"You said I could come here for an internship, but it turns out I can't do anything. I can't do this or that. What kind of internship is this? You said I can't do this, right? I'm quitting!"

Young Master Jing felt that his move of advancing to retreat was brilliant. He could use the opponent's hand to get rid of his sister's shadow. If it really didn't work, he could hold his head and squat more carefully to defend.

But it was only the last time I was beaten, so I left immediately and openly. It wasn't that I didn't want to do the internship, it was that they didn't allow me to do it.