"I'm sorry, Mr. Hong."
Chen Hansheng changed a new bowl of instant noodles and apologized to Hong Shiyong over the phone. "Instant noodles are my dinner. You probably don't know that I can't drink soup without seasoning."
"Oh, it's okay."
Hong Shiyong had forgotten the last time he had instant noodles. He could only comfort him perfunctorily before asking, "Xiao Chen, how can you introduce the boss of Nutshell to us?"
Nutshell Electronics' holding company was seed capital, but seed capital was not a listed company and had no obligation to disclose information about its shares. Thus, they could only find out that the registered legal person of seed capital was Kong Jing.
Hong Shiyong understood that this beautiful woman was pushed out to bear the legal consequences. Many big companies in Hong Kong liked to use this method.
"No."
Chen Hansheng flatly refused. "How can I betray my idol for fifty thousand yuan?"
"Damn it …"
Hong Shiyong cursed in his heart. What a shameless hooligan. The price was already stated clearly, but he was still being unreasonable.
"Fifty thousand yuan is not a problem."
Hong Shiyong did not hesitate. If he could meet the boss of Nutshell, he could save tens of thousands of yuan.
"Also."
Chen Hansheng smiled "embarrassedly". "I was fired by Mr. Zheng for no reason, and he even issued a notice to the whole factory. Mr. Hong, you should know that young people like to save face …"
"It's no big deal."
Hong Shiyong said calmly, "I'll immediately issue a notice to correct this problem."
"Thank you, Mr. Hong."
Chen Hansheng sensed that Hong Shiyong's patience was wearing thin, so he did not beat around the bush. "Mr. Hong, whenever you want to meet him, I can contact you at any time."
"Okay, I'll make some preparations first. I'll contact you then."
Before hanging up, Hong Shiyong could not help but ask, "Xiao Chen, can you briefly introduce the boss of Nutshell to us?"
"What's the basic situation?"
Chen Hansheng dragged the last syllable. He looked around and finally fixed his eyes on Kim Yang-myung, who was playing games in the same internet cafe.
"His surname is Jin, and he's a young man from Jianye. He's the son of a high-ranking official. He smokes and drinks Lafite from 1992. His nickname is the dream of 900 million girls …"
"Alright, alright, I got it."
Hong Shiyong couldn't help but interrupt. What "dream of 900 million girls"? What a mess!
However, from the information Chen Hansheng revealed, Hong Shiyong felt that it was still useful.
The son of a high-ranking official and a native of Jianye. This meant that there was a powerful force behind the shell.
As for his youth, this should be one of the reasons why he became friends with Zheng Guanyun and Chen Hansheng.
"Fourth Brother, why are you looking at me?"
Xiao Jin, who was playing games, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He turned his head and found that Chen Hansheng was looking at him with bright eyes, as if he was looking at a piece of art.
"Little Gold."
Chen Hansheng leaned over and said, "If one day, and I'm saying if, you suddenly become the kind of person you boast about on the Internet, will you be nervous and extremely uncomfortable?"
"How is that possible!"
Kim Yang-myung sneered. "I don't know how many times I've fantasized about that kind of life. I'll definitely get into it in a second."
"Awesome!"
Chen Hansheng nodded. You're indeed my idol.
CEO Hong, I'm sorry. The pretentious young man Kim Yang-myung will let you know what "dream of 900 million girls" means!
… ….
As for Hong Shiyong's side, after he hung up the phone, the phone shook its head. "This is an information broker."
What was an "information broker"? It was the kind of person who sold information to make a living.
Speaking of which, it was strange. Chen Hansheng, a university student, seemed to have a lot of connections. Last time, he introduced Rongsheng Law Firm, and this time, he was able to contact the boss behind the shell electronics factory.
"What did he say?" Aunt Zheng asked.
"Chen Hansheng does know the boss of the shell, but the condition is 50,000 yuan and the reinstatement of his official position."
Hong Shiyong directly said, "I agree."
Aunt Zheng thought for a while and said unwillingly, "Although the price isn't much, it feels like a slap in the face and admitting one's mistake."
Hong Shiyong lowered his head and smoked. Anyway, it's not my face that's being slapped.
Aunt Zheng had fired three waves of people in the morning. The security guard An Xiaozhuang, Chen Hansheng, and a group of executives from New Century.
Now, the three waves of people were fired back one after another. Among them, the executives were the most affected.
"The shell is obviously copying the steps of New Century's operation."
Hong Shiyong pondered and said, "Therefore, we have to be ahead of the shell. If we let the shell launch the MP4 first, we'll lose the initiative. However, because some people have been fired, the management needs to be re-evaluated and promoted. It will probably be March before we can officially start the research and development."
"But, are we sure we still want the MP4?"
Aunt Zheng was a little uncertain. "I feel that if we do this, we'll be following the rhythm of the shell."
"Then what do you think we should do?"
Hong Shiyong couldn't help but raise his voice. In just one day, he and Aunt Zheng had different opinions several times. The key was that the MP4 was a project he had researched last year.
In the current market, the price of an MP4 that could play videos was generally very high, but young people liked it very much. Therefore, after the domestically produced Tsinghua Purple MP4 hit the market, it immediately became an electronic product sought after by ordinary college students and white-collar workers. Its market share even surpassed Sony's.
Therefore, Hong Shiyong judged that there was still a lot of space in the mid-to-low-end market for the MP4. The target of New Century was this audience.
The research and development of the MP4 was not difficult. Besides, it did not need a high resolution. In short, it was just a quick buck to make up for New Century's declining profits.
The problem now was that Li Xiaokai, who had the deepest research in this area, was also the head of the factory at Nutshell Electronics.
"The MP4 is a lifesaver."
Hong Shiyong also felt that his tone was not very good. He sincerely apologized. "I hope President Zheng can support us and make a good comeback. I'll go and issue a correction notice."
Aunt Zheng nodded silently. The small conflict was over.
However, after Hong Shiyong left, Aunt Zheng's face showed a touch of worry.
Although she had made some small mistakes because she was not familiar with the situation, it was precisely because of this that she could observe New Century from an "outsider's perspective."
Hong Shiyong's thoughts were too urgent. If someone set a trap for him, he was likely to plunge headfirst into it.
… ….
The disputes and conflicts of these big shots were not understood by the ordinary employees. It was just like when they were still in school, the ordinary students did not care at all whether the principal had changed or not.
It was the same for the skilled assembly line workers in New Century. They did not care who the factory director was. Instead, it was the familiar workers who went to the nearby Nutshell Electronics that caused a huge uproar.
"Liang Xiaohai, let me tell you something."
Tang Ping, who had just finished work in the workshop and was heading to the cafeteria for lunch, said to her boyfriend, "Don't go to Nutshell Electronics next door. Those people will regret it sooner or later."
"Why?"
Liang Xiaohai did not understand. "I heard that the food in the cafeteria is not bad, the accommodation is not bad, and the salary is higher."
"What's the use of that?"
Tang Ping curled her lips. "Do you still remember your cousin's Rocket 101? At that time, he wanted to trick us into going to work for him. In the end, not long after, it closed down. This kind of new factory usually does not survive for long."
"Hansheng did not want to trick us. Our current jobs were found by him."
Liang Xiaohai sighed. "During the Spring Festival, I met my third aunt at home. She just coldly asked me a few words and then ignored me. In the past, my third aunt loved me the most."
"If she ignored me, then so be it."
Tang Ping said disdainfully. "Your third aunt and third uncle are just civil servants in a small city. What can they help us with?"
"How can you say that?"
Liang Xiaohai did not agree with the concept of having a girlfriend. It seemed that between relatives, other than helping each other, there was no other use.
Tang Ping was a little tired. She was also too lazy to quarrel with Liang Xiaohai. When she passed by the bulletin board at the entrance of the cafeteria, she took a look and suddenly shouted, "Liang Xiaohai, come over and take a look."
Generally speaking, this bulletin board was posted about the factory's personnel changes, party building culture, chicken soup for the soul, and some daily life news.
Ordinary employees would not care about the first three. They were only interested in daily life news, such as when the holidays would be, dormitory changes, overtime tasks, and so on.
"Your cousin's position as the deputy director of the logistics department seems to have been removed."
Tang Ping pointed at a personnel change announcement and said.
Liang Xiaohai took a closer look. Sure enough, he saw an announcement that said, "The deputy director of the logistics department, Chen Hansheng, did not abide by the factory rules, insulted the leader, and had a bad influence. He is now dismissed. All employees should take this as a warning — New Century Electronics Factory Administration Department."
"F * ck, what's going on!"
Liang Xiaohai immediately took out his phone and was about to call Chen Hansheng, but Tang Ping stopped him. "What are you doing?"
"Last time when Hansheng went bankrupt, I did not care much. Now no matter what, I have to ask about the situation."
Liang Xiaohai was very firm this time.
"Then you have to eat first before you call."
Tang Ping did not like Chen Hansheng, so she did not want her boyfriend to be too close to him. She found an excuse to pull Liang Xiaohai and said, "If we are late, there will be no food in the cafeteria."
"Then … Okay."
Liang Xiaohai thought about it and agreed.
Although this was only a small detail, it could be seen that Liang Xiaohai's affection for Chen Hansheng was actually not as good as the friendship between Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo.
During the meal, Tang Ping deliberately changed the topic, trying to make Liang Xiaohai forget to call. Unfortunately, she did not succeed.
After Liang Xiaohai finished eating, he wiped his mouth and contacted Chen Hansheng. "Cousin, what happened to you in the factory? I just saw the announcement. It seems that you have been fired."
"Impossible."
Chen Hansheng seemed to be very surprised. "You must have seen wrongly."
"You still don't know?"
Liang Xiaohai thought that Chen Hansheng did not receive the message. "It was posted on the bulletin board outside the cafeteria."
"Hehe, you must have seen wrongly."
Chen Hansheng was very stubborn.
Seeing that Chen Hansheng was so sure, Liang Xiaohai was really confused. He turned around and asked Tang Ping, "You saw it just now, right? Cousin was really fired."
"Then you are nearsighted, and she is blind. I suggest you get glasses."
Chen Hansheng hung up the phone with a smile.
"How could I have seen wrongly?"
When Liang Xiaohai walked out of the cafeteria, he still wanted to confirm it again.
Tang Ping was too lazy to go over. "What's there to see? Chen Hansheng just feels embarrassed to be fired, so he doesn't want to admit it."
"It's okay. Anyway, it's just a few steps away."
Liang Xiaohai walked to the bulletin board and suddenly shouted as if he had seen a ghost. "Tang Ping, we really saw wrongly!"
Tang Ping did not believe it. But after she came over, she discovered that the bulletin board was still the bulletin board, but the content had changed.
"The deputy director of the logistics department, Chen Hansheng, is a law-abiding and united colleague, and is now promoted to the position of the logistics department's director. All employees are expected to learn from him — New Century Electronics Factory General Manager Office."
Liang Xiaohai and Tang Ping took a look at each other. The bulletin board was real, and there was even a red stamp from the General Manager Office.
Then what did I see just now? Magic?
"Wrong."
Tang Ping felt that something was strange. She stretched out her hand and touched the corner of the bulletin board. "The glue is not dry yet, this bulletin board was just posted."
"Liang Xiaohai, what is Chen Hansheng playing at? What is the company's leaders playing at?"
Tang Ping asked, "Why are they all like gods, I don't understand at all."
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