"I don't even know who Yong Chi is. It's too embarrassing! What's worse is that I can't feel any progress at the moment. The gap between me and the chairman is getting bigger and bigger! " Ma Huateng sighed. At this time, Ma Huateng was in an izakaya far away from the company, drowning his sorrows in alcohol.
In fact, it was reasonable to say that Ma Huateng had nothing to worry about, but Ma Huateng felt uncomfortable in his heart recently. Although he controlled the huge Fusang Daqian, Ma Huateng didn't feel any room for improvement.
It wasn't that his status in the company had improved, but that his personal ability had improved, or that his work was no longer challenging.
Especially after being taught a lesson by Boss Jia with Yong Chi a while ago, Ma Huateng felt that there was a problem with his state and began to think hard about how to change his state.
"Where's the road ahead?" In the izakaya, there was suddenly another voice.
What Ma Huateng didn't expect was that in this izakaya, he actually saw Ma Yun. The guy who dared to ask where the road was was Ma Yun.
But thinking about it carefully, this seemed to be normal. After all, the first time he came to this izakaya, Ma Huateng and Ma Yun came together. It was normal for both of them to remember this izakaya with distinctive features.
"Brother Ma Yun, I didn't expect to meet you here!" Ma Huateng sat opposite Ma Yun with his wine and said drunkenly.
"You're here too!" Ma Yun was older than Ma Huateng and had a calmer personality. When he saw Ma Huateng suddenly appear, he was shocked.
"Yes, I'm the same as you. I dare to ask where the road is!" Ma Huateng smiled bitterly.
"Haha, President, you're wrong. Our road is under our feet, in the Daqian. What's there to ask?" Ma Yun said with an awkward expression.
"You're not honest. Do you think I'll betray the chairman?" Ma Huateng snorted and said, "I know my road is under my feet, in the Daqian. But this road is really lost, and I don't know where to go! "
"Don't you feel the same way?"
"I …" Ma Yun sighed. He was indeed at a loss. Although his monthly salary in the Daqian was tens of thousands of dollars, Ma Yun didn't feel as happy as when he was opening up the market for the Daqian in Stone City.
"I heard that Leng Xunxin's company had an output value of 400 million USD last month!" Ma Huateng added.
"400 million USD!" Ma Yun gasped.
"Yes, the three of us were kept in the office together by the chairman and were highly valued by the chairman. But now Leng Xunxin has done it, but we …" Ma Huateng said with a gloomy tone.
"What's there to be sad about? Although the Fusang Daqian's monthly output is not 400 million USD, their profits are not bad either!" Ma Yun said.
"But this wasn't done by the two of us. We just picked up the plan left by the boss. Old Ma, I have an idea. Why don't we set up our own business like Leng Xexin, join the Da Qian Army and do our own business?"
"Do our own business!" Ma Yun's hand trembled, then looked at Ma Huateng seriously and asked, "Have you thought about what you want to do?"
"I don't know. I haven't thought about it yet!" Ma Huateng shook his head.
"Then we'll talk about it after we figure it out!" Ma Yun drank the sake in his glass and said, "Since you want to go out and do something, then you must do something big. At least you can't be worse than Leng Xunxin. Otherwise, both of us will lose face!"
"That's right, but I have an idea, a little idea!" Ma Huateng sighed.
"Then think about it during tomorrow's holiday!" After Ma Yun finished speaking, he stood up and left.
"This heartless guy!" Ma Huateng sighed and then followed him out of the izakaya.
— — —
"Headache!" Ma Huateng, who got up the next day, covered his head and said with a grimace.
The bad effect of last night's hangover was reflected. Ma Huateng now had a terrible headache.
"Old Ma! Old Ma … Oh, yes, today is my holiday, so he has to go to work in the company! "Looking at the empty big villa, Ma Huateng muttered.
As the president and vice president of Fusang Daqian, Ma Huateng and Ma Yun naturally couldn't live in a staff villa like ordinary employees. They lived in a villa … That's right, the president and vice president of the company lived in a villa. They didn't have a family, so they could take care of each other if they lived together.
As the president and vice president of the company, although he had vacation time, he couldn't take vacation at the same time. Otherwise, the company would have no leaders. So, when Ma Huateng could sleep in, Ma Yun had already gone to work.
"Hey, this guy's study isn't locked today!" Ma Huateng, who had a headache and was bored, wandered around the house and then found that Ma Yun's study wasn't locked.
It must be known that although the two lived together, Ma Yun was very thorough. The study was always locked, and Ma Huateng was not allowed to enter at any time. So, although the two had been colleagues for more than a year, Ma Huateng had never seen Ma Yun's study.
At this time, Ma Huateng was surprised to find that Ma Yun's study wasn't locked, which revealed a flaw.
Well, after all, Ma Yun also had a hangover last night. After waking up the next day, he forgot to lock it. It was very normal.
Seeing that Ma Yun didn't lock it, Ma Huateng, who had a headache, suddenly grinned. Then, he pushed the door open and gradually slipped into Ma Yun's study. He wanted to see what this usually mysterious study looked like.
However, to Ma Huateng's disappointment, Ma Yun's study was very normal and quite elegant. In addition to books, there were some sculptures and handicrafts. Ma Huateng expected that there would be a beautiful girl around, but there wasn't a single one!
"Boring man!" Ma Huateng muttered, and then he suddenly found a sculpture that was very interesting. It was a sculpture of a swordsman with a sword on his back, riding on a horse.
The carvings were very lifelike and exquisite.
"This is a little heavy!" Ma Huateng's headache hadn't completely sobered up yet. He curiously took the sculpture in his hand and then found that the sculpture was actually very heavy. He didn't know what material it was made of.
"Who is this swordsman?" Ma Huateng looked around and found that there were no words engraved on the front of the sculpture. When he turned the sculpture over and saw the words "Feng Qingyang" engraved on the back of the sculpture's base, he understood that this was a sculpture of Feng Qingyang.
"Right, I remember that Old Ma gave himself a nickname called Feng Qingyang. How much does this guy like this guy?" Ma Huateng said with a smile. Then, his head hurt, and his hand loosened. The sculpture in Ma Huateng's hand fell to the ground, scaring Ma Huateng.
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