Yinming Building, New District

Cao Morong has not managed a group company for a long time, but he was waiting early today in the chairman's office, facing the floor-to-ceiling window with a crutch, looking at the vast Huangpu River not far away.

The 38th to 47th floors of Yinming Building are all the company addresses of Cao's Film. In the low end of the new district where every inch of land is worth every inch, there are not many companies that can take over a whole floor in a building, let alone such a giant who rents ten floors.

The door of the chairman's office was opened in a hurry, and a middle-aged man walked in with a suit with a big strode. The assistant behind him was about to come in with a folder, but the man glanced out of the outside and directly closed the office door.

"dad."

Cao Morong, who had been standing for a long time, raised his arm and looked at the watch above, "At 9:52, Jing Yu, what time does the company stipulate to go to work?"

"Dad, that's an employee, I was yesterday..."

"You mean, aren't you from Cao's family?"

"No, Dad. Where are you talking about? I don't know you're coming. If you said hello yesterday, I would definitely be waiting for you here early. The company is managed by Manager Lin, and it's the same whether I come or not."

Cao Morong stomped his crutch and turned his head, "Ha, it's the same whether he comes or not? You pig's brain! Do you know what happened last night? Ouyang Kaishan promoted an ancient mo industry enterprise, and Yiqiu entered major study shops, supermarkets, and even Guanghua Bookstores last night. There were special sales counters. As the boss of Cao Group, you wouldn't even ask me, the retired old lady, to come over and talk to you about these things, right?"

The middle-aged man sat on the sofa and unbuttoned the suit he had originally tied, "Well, what am I doing? Some varnish? Gumoye, this last night, Xilan mentioned to me. Dad, Cao Gongsu's profit is only tens of millions per year. What's there to make a fuss about?"

Cao Morong looked at his son's thirties and forties, and still looked stupid. He was so angry that he wanted to raise his crutch to smash it on his head, "What do you know! Cao Gongsu is the root of our Cao family, root! Do you know what root is?"

"Sit down first, don't be excited."

Cao Morong snorted coldly and sat on the boss's chair, "Let me tell you, don't look at Cao's Film now. The two parts of Internet information are developing in full swing. These are all the joint effects established by the Cao Gongsu brand. Do you know how much of Cao's Film's stock price fell this morning because of the little paint product that entered the market yesterday? Three percentage points!"

"Dad, you're thinking too much. Don't you know what the stock market is in Shanghai? It's normal to fall and rise, especially now when the stock market is sluggish, which is not a big deal."

Cao Morong shook his head and sighed: "What do you know?! Someone has realized the seriousness of this problem and got out in advance!"

"No way? It's not so exaggerating. Can a small ink industry company have such a big effect?"

"What's the point of saying you really are! Behind him is Ouyang Kaishan!"

Cao Jingyu crossed his fingers and held his elbows on his knees. "Didn't Ouyang International's film project be stopped last year? The cultural industry, without a foundation, it is impossible for them to successfully transform."

"If this ink industry company is prosperous, do you think Ouyang International will acquire it? Once this little paint is received, the Ouyang family will inject funds in advance, do you think it is still a simple ink industry company now?"

Cao Jingyu was speechless and frowned: "No. Our competitive intelligence department has not received any relevant news. This company should have nothing to do with Ouyang International."

"The wolf has already smelled the fishy smell of blood, and only the dog is still concerned about eating the meat in the bowl!"

In one sentence, Cao Jingyu suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and someone said that his son was like this? Oh, I am a dog, so what are you? An old dog?

"Yesterday Xilan said that the legal representative of this company was Zhong Yue. He simply checked and found that this person had nothing to do with Ouyang International."

"So it doesn't matter, just relax your vigilance?" Cao Morong shook his head, "Hurry up, while the little paint has not yet occupied a certain market share in the market, do their products as soon as possible to conduct a detailed market research, price, quality, and quantity. Do you still need me, a retired old man, to teach you the chairman?"

Cao Jingyu looked up at his old man, "This... Dad, isn't Cao Gong Sumoye responsible for all the old Uncle Jiang? You ask him to do it."

Cao Morong called his son directly to the heel with a crutch, "Are you my son or he? The manpowers from Moye, when you make these markets clear, do you think you are the Year of the Monkey and Horse Month? Hurry up and transfer personnel from the Film Industry to do it! If you don't do it well, don't do it as the chairman position. I'm not old enough to walk!"

"Okay, I'll ask the marketing department to do research immediately."

Cao Morong's shopping mall has been working hard all his life, so he is naturally an old jackal with a keen sense of smell, so he rushed over this morning as soon as he received the rumor of the wind. Now, the business circle in Shanghai is fighting against each other, which is not an exaggeration. It is really a battlefield where swords and swords are invisible. Once a little bit exposed, it will be fatal damage.

"Xilan."

"Grandpa." The young man who had been waiting outside the office slowly walked in, picked up the crutch, and handed it to Cao Morong.

"This Zhong Yue and Ouyang Kaishan are not close or related. You can check carefully to see if you can do something here. It is naturally the best way to make Ouyang Kaishan lose both people and wealth. Also, cooperation with Mu and Wang Ge is also intensifying time for negotiations. I am afraid that Ouyang Kaishan will make a comeback again."

Cao Xilan's eyebrows were very light, and his white and thin face and single-eyed eyes looked a little cold. It was this frivolous, noble and heroic temperament that made him always be one of the lucky ones with great luck in love with the young masters in Shanghai.

"Grandpa, the cake of the cultural industry is so big. Once the giant beast Ouyang International comes in, other companies in Shanghai will inevitably be implicated. So it is not just our Cao family, but I am afraid that the other major groups will not want to see such a situation. I think we don't have to hurry, let's see how others take action first."

Cao Morong is very optimistic about this grandson and has been with him since he was a child. After listening to Cao Xilan's analysis, he said: "Since our Cao family acquired Zhou Chenghu Pencil Village, the ancient stationery industry has always been our world. Now this little bit of paint is obviously Ouyang Kaishan's stepping stone. Xilan, now is probably not a good time to watch the show. They have already taken action. If we don't accept it, it's too late..."
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