To be a good follower of the boss, one must first understand the boss better than anyone else.
Lin Mochen had been in business for many years, so he knew this better than Lin Qian. So when Lin Qian got home that night, an email was already in her mailbox.
It was about Li Zhicheng. There were only a few lines, and the information was simple.
Li Zhicheng was the second son of Xu Yong, the CEO of Aida. He was also the youngest grandson of a commander in the Southwest Military Region. Lin Qian understood. No wonder the second generation rich kids joined the army. They probably didn't care about their original business career.
In just a few years, he had experienced glory. When he was in college, he had won the first prize in the military modeling competition, and the Global University Military Forum Leadership Award. Not to mention, after he joined the army, he had won a bunch of honors such as "Personal Merit Class 3", "Group Merit Class 2", and "Outstanding Contribution Award in the Falcon Confrontation Operation."
In addition, there was some scattered information. Lin Qian didn't know where Lin Mochen got it.
For example, he had used his military salary to sponsor many out-of-school children, but he refused to meet them. Seeing this, Lin Qian remembered that he had given her his berth on the train, but he didn't even have the patience to talk to her. How much he hated communicating with people. So embarrassing …
For example, he didn't have a girlfriend, and it seemed that he had never had one. Lin Qian was speechless. He was already 25 years old, and the military life was abstinent and monotonous …
On the way to work the next day, Lin Qian was still thinking about the information. He was a single man, so it was great. She didn't have to help the boss take care of his messy private life like some assistants and secretaries. He didn't have a secretary yet, which was also something she had to consider. She had to ask HR to hire a smart and capable one. But she couldn't be too smart, in case someone had the ambition to take away her value space …
When Lin Qian arrived at the office, it was just dawn.
She did it on purpose. Of course, the assistant had to arrive earlier than the boss. Li Zhicheng used to be a soldier, so he must be used to getting up early. Who knew what time he would arrive?
Yesterday, right after he had talked to her, the appointment notice from the Human Resources Department came right after. Lin Qian immediately packed up everything and moved it to the small compartment outside the CEO's office on the top floor. Song Xianxian and Yang Xiru were a bit reluctant and envious. But according to the notice from HR, her position was still in the general manager's office, so they had to listen to her for the time being.
He gently pushed open the door of the office. The light inside was dim and the room was cold. There was no one around.
Lin Qian turned on the light.
This was the office left behind by the former CEO. It was exquisitely decorated, luxurious, and elegant, with bright lights. But now that the owner had changed, the tall black lacquered wooden bookshelves were almost completely empty, and the silver-white geometrically shaped filing cabinets on the side were also empty. The huge room seemed a little empty.
There were a few newspapers scattered on the table. Lin Qian tidied them up a little, straightened the chair behind the big office desk, took out some good tea from the tea cabinet, and looked for a teacup.
Eh, where are the teacups? When she came yesterday, she saw a … hehe, a large green military thermos cup on the table.
Humming a song, Lin Qian looked around the house and pushed open the door to the balcony.
When he raised his head, he was stunned.
This balcony was probably built by the previous prodigal CEO. On one side was a small green golf course, and on the other side was a parasol and a few dark wicker chairs.
Li Zhicheng was sitting on one of the rattan chairs. His suit was well-ironed, but he didn't wear a tie. His shirt collar was slightly open. He was holding a book in one hand, and the other was resting on the armrest. He looked calm with a hint of casualness that wasn't usually seen on him.
Hearing the movement, he put down the book and turned his head slowly.
Seeing this, Lin Qian's first thought was: Damn! What time did he wake up? So from now on, she had to wake up at the same time as the boss?
His second thought was to take a quick look at his surroundings.
Hmm … the military thermos cup was indeed on the small coffee table. The color inside was dark and shiny, and the tea was rich. So he liked to drink aged Pu 'er. The book in his hand … was actually Sun Tzu's Art of War? It was very old, and it was the Commercial Press edition.
On his knees were a few pieces of white paper, and he had written some words with a pen. Lin Qian quickly glanced at them. The handwriting was strong, firm, and cold. He wrote a bunch of things: Invite the enemy into the trap, kill with a borrowed knife, make a feint in the east, and attack the enemy in the west.
Lin Qian looked up and met his clear and dark eyes.
They stared at each other. He slowly closed the book in his hand, put the two pieces of white paper into the book, and then stood up expressionlessly.
Lin Qian observed his expression and thought about all the information she had read about him. She suddenly had an epiphany.
Could it be … that he was studying the art of war that he was good at, and was trying to apply it to commercial warfare?
He was already walking toward her. Lin Qian immediately smiled. "Good morning, Mr. Li."
"Morning," he said in a calm and cold voice. He brushed past her indifferently.
Lin Qian immediately turned around and followed him into the house.
Lin Qian could only silently light a candle for her boss, who seemed to be pinning his hopes on the art of war to save his company.
At the beginning of Lin Qian's journey into the world, she had bought a bunch of similar books on commercial warfare, such as the 36 Stratagems of the Art of War, the Secrets of Sun Tzu's Art of War, and the Secrets of Commercial Warfare. Her only gain was that she had read a bunch of stories about ancient wars, which was pretty fun. As for those long-winded lectures on applying the art of war to commercial warfare, sorry, she didn't think that reading a few books on the art of war would make her a master of commercial warfare. There were mountains and rivers in between, and she couldn't reach that level unless she went to the business world with real knives and guns.
But as a newly appointed subordinate, Lin Qian wouldn't point out that her boss was doing useless work. There was plenty of time.
For now, she had to care about the issues that she should care about.
Seeing Li Zhicheng sitting down behind the big office desk, Lin Qian asked with a smile, "Have you had breakfast? The cafeteria downstairs is already open. Millet porridge and beef buns are good. I haven't eaten either. Do you want me to buy some for you? "
This was a good way to advance and retreat. "She hasn't eaten, so I'll buy some for her." It wouldn't be too deliberate, but it would also take care of her boss's needs. Also, he seemed to be a foodie.
Unexpectedly, Li Zhicheng raised his eyes and glanced at her. "No need."
After a second of silence, he suddenly stood up and walked out of the office.
Lin Qian didn't care too much and continued to clean up the office.
Twenty minutes later, Lin Qian was sitting in her cubicle. She tidied up the books and files. Finally, she put a small pot of flowers on the corner of the desk and clapped her hands in satisfaction.
There was still an hour before work time, so the top floor office was naturally empty. Lin Qian was just about to go downstairs for breakfast when she heard low and steady footsteps coming from the hallway.
These footsteps …
Lin Qian looked up. After a while, she saw Li Zhicheng walking back. He was tall and straight, with a calm and pale face. One hand was in his trouser pocket, and the other was holding a small plastic bag. It was steaming and gave off a faint aroma.
Lin Qian tried not to laugh.
So … even though her boss didn't want her to buy it, he still went to buy it himself.
At this time, he had already turned into the glass door. Lin Qian maintained a polite smile and quietly waited for him to walk into the room. Unexpectedly, he turned sideways, put the plastic bag on her desk, and turned to go in.
Lin Qian said, "Mr. Li, this …"
"I've eaten," he answered calmly.
Lin Qian was really surprised this time. So this is …
"Lin Qian." He looked at her sideways, his expression cold. "I don't need a woman to run errands for me. Even if she's my assistant. "
Nine o 'clock in the morning.
Lin Qian, who had eaten her fill, was in a good mood. She was sorting out the documents submitted by various departments for Li Zhicheng to read.
The office door was closed, and Gu Yanzhi was inside. They talked for about half an hour before he came out. Seeing Lin Qian smiling, he called her to his office.
Gu Yanzhi's intention was straightforward. He said with a faint smile, "Lin Qian, I won't say much else. This is the first time Mr. Li is in charge of a company. Logically speaking, he should have a more experienced assistant. But we're willing to try you. Do a good job and use your cleverness to what he needs. "
After all, he was already an old fox in the business world. His words were said with a mixture of kindness and severity. Lin Qian was a little confused, but she immediately calmed down and replied with a smile, "Okay, Mr. Gu. I think so too."
Gu Yanzhi was stunned, but he smiled and let her go with a wave of his hand.
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