Lao Xiong is a very advanced person. He likes the atmosphere of freedom, democracy and negotiation. With the public arrears of his founder, Wei Qian became the dictator of the entire company. The old three-member and one-layer seven-talk approval and discussion system quickly became in name only.

In Lin Qing's words, since Mr. Wei became Dong Wei, his horror level has also been upgraded from the level of "sneeze monster" to the "Bike King". He was originally humanized and had a flat-level company like a fragile soap bubble, which was destroyed by him with a slap.

Less than a week after Wei Qian took over, the entire company became a mechanical concentration camp.

Under such pressure from the Nazis, the work efficiency was almost twice as high as before.

The personnel department closed the door and discussed the result internally during lunch break. Lin Qing summarized the reason: it was because every time when Dong Wei looked at the person who was delaying his affairs, his eyes could make people "fight two people, and they almost want to leave first."

The insider who answered from Wei Qian's office was called "Midnight Ring". When the phone was answered, the person who said "come to my office" was terrifying like "Avadassori".

Wei Qian called back the materials to be submitted to the creditor and asked to be rewritten more than twenty times. He only wrote the three departments of the Investment, Finance and Budget Department that he wanted to steal the land with his head and kill himself.

They have to work overtime, and logistics departments such as administration and personnel must work together. The entire headquarters and even the front desk only dare to go out to buy drinks.

Just like that, I kept walking for more than half a month, day and night, and my average working hours were more than twelve hours a day.

As for...weekend? What is that? Can you eat it?

Finally, the last version was barely recognized by Wei Qian.

The perception that "the new boss is a pervert" is built into the hearts of every employee like a cornerstone, but strangely, they did not resign in the end.

When a crisis comes, perverts are much more effective than generous leaders.

More than a month later, Wei Qian led Sanpang and two department managers to several creditors and went through several negotiations.

The result was successful, and Wei Qian delayed the repayment period for one year.

The price was that he mortgaged almost all the equity of the project company currently under construction.

In Sanpang's words, it's good, we've gone from a death sentence to a death sentence - hey, isn't your Xiaoyuan? Why did he come here?"

Wei Qian asked someone to park his car downstairs in the company's office building, poked his head out and asked, "Why are you here?"

Wei Zhiyuan got off the bicycle and stuffed a lunch box into his hand through the car window: "I will go to another town with a teacher next week to hold a seminar, and it may take weekends to come back. I have explained what I do every day, and I have paid for her salary and grocery shopping. If you have any clothes to wash, put them in the small basket at the door, and she will go and get them. I have bought an extra serving of daily necessities at home. I have arranged the medicines that my grandma usually takes in order. I have written a few tablets for each type and pasted it next to the medicine bottle. If Xiaobao is not at home, you can take it for her, three times a day."

Wei Qian frowned unawarely. Although there was nothing he needed to do with Wei Zhiyuan's explanation, he really felt that it was trivial and troublesome in his ears.

"You have to remember to eat on time," said Wei Zhiyuan. "I bought a box of milk and put it in the refrigerator. When drinking, it will be hot. Don't drink it cold."

After Wei Zhiyuan gave in, he seemed to remember that there was someone else present. He seemed to be a little embarrassed to smile at the others: "Brother, third brother, then I'll leave."

After saying that, he carried his shoulder bag and got on his bicycle, and disappeared on the street corner in a blink of an eye.

The expressions of the two managers seemed as fantastic as if they had just seen Laden picking their noses - although their perverted boss didn't say a few words from beginning to end, they looked kind.

What is the concept of Mr. Wei and Yan Yuese?

It's like Jurassic and donuts, it's two things that are incompatible with each other!

At this time, only Sanpang Tanzan Mr. Yu's performance was calm and even severe.

He felt a certain crisis at the gate of the city from an onlooker's perspective - when did Wei Qian's family live so long-winded?

Wei Qian's life was so casual in the past. He wanted to eat fried dough sticks and opened the window and shouted downstairs. He owed it first without change. When he didn't want to eat it, he grabbed a handful of rice and threw it into the pot and cooked a pot of porridge. He could eat it with a few bites of pickles. He also rode his bicycle to school every morning, and grabbed a piece of corn from Mrs. Song's pot, holding the handlebar with one hand and chewing it with the other. Although several years have passed, Sanpang still has a vivid illusion of purpose.

Sanpang has been in the office for a long time and will unconsciously think deeply. Wei Zhiyuan gives him the feeling of a quiet spider, subtly weaving a certain invisible and intangible order in his home. Everyone will subconsciously get used to and obey - including Wei Qian, the head of the family who is strong outside and works.

Sanpang clearly saw Wei Qian frowning just now. With the friendship between the two of them wearing crotch-open pants since childhood, Sanpang could read the message "Ah? Why did you suddenly say you want to leave? It's so troublesome" from his eyes.

If this was the past, not to mention that my brother went out for a week, it would be fine if Wei Zhiyuan went abroad to go to the Antarctic for two years. Whoever likes to go wherever he wants to go, as long as he doesn't die outside and doesn't come back, Wei Qian would probably give some money with encouragement - one less person who is annoying in front of him, and he will be even more calm.

It changed, it changed unknowingly.

Wei Qian got out of the car with the lunch box. Sanpang hurriedly followed him and went upstairs with him. He decided to figure out what this matter meant.

Sanpang asked tentatively: "Why have you become your boss?"

Wei Qian sighed: "I can't care about this."

Sanpang said half-jokingly: "You can't do it, your power is emptied. Do you remember the door of the Ministry of Internal Affairs opened there? Do you still know what brand of toilet paper you use at home and how much is an hourly wage for an hourly worker?"

Wei Qian: “…”

He really doesn't know.

When Old Lady Song was in charge of the family, she was illiterate and couldn't understand many things, so she still needed Wei Qian to keep her mind. Since Old Lady Song got sick, it seemed that she had been taken over by Wei Zhiyuan without anyone paying attention. Wei Qian seemed to have never thought about it again.

Sanpang shook his head: "It's over, Master Long live, just wait for the force to be forced to usurp the throne."

Wei Qian smiled and didn't take it to heart, thinking he was having fun.

Sanpang went around and said, "By the way, I want to ask, your Xiaoyuan is almost in his junior year, and he didn't find you a brother and sister back at school?"

Wei Qian's face changed at the time: "Don't mention this."

Sanpang looked at the surroundings and followed Wei Qian's office: "What's wrong? Did he find a salt-free girl or a Hedong lion?"

That's good. As long as it's a woman or a living person, Wei Qian feels that he can enjoy it.

The debt has been delayed for another year, and Wei Qian felt that he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Before he could catch up, he was blocked by Sanpang again. At first, he didn't want to say it, and wanted to make excuses at will, so he said, "I'm busy every day, and I have a lot of extracurricular activities in class and after class. I can occasionally invest and make a small amount of money."

"Oh, I know this. When we were as old as him, we were fooled by Lao Xiong and said, "Labor is the past, capital is the present, and technology is the future." We dared to do the 'now' back then. People who have a promising career are now staring at the 'future'." Sanpang said, "When you were not at home on a business trip, I saw those children once, all of whom took computers to your house for a party. A few kids and two little girls. Oh, don't say it, there is a girl who doesn't know how she grows. It's really 'future-flavor' and very handsome..."

Wei Qian couldn't swallow his food and put the lunch box prepared by Wei Zhiyuan aside, took the chopsticks as a pen, and walked around his fingers. Finally, he couldn't help but tell the truth to Sanpang listlessly: "There is no chance, that girl is so celestial, it doesn't work."

Sanpang had a premonition here, and Wei Qian's answer was about to come out. His eyelids twitched, and he felt a sense of miserable feeling that the crow's mouth became true.

Sure enough, Wei Qian said powerlessly: "That bastard told me that he fell in love with a man. I have been quarrel with him for several years, and I can't get it back."

Although Sanpang had expected it, he heard it with his own ears and still didn't know what expression to use, so he had to put on a fantasy face.

Wei Qian sighed, looked up and told Sanpang, "You only told you when your brother told you, don't go out and talk nonsense, it's not good for the child."

Sanpang looked at Wei Qian and found with a heartache that this unconscious brother was still counting money for others.

He knew that he could not speak out. First, Wei Qian might not believe it. Second, if he really told it out, he didn't know what would happen. He had to hold his heart in his hands and ask tremblingly, "Then... didn't tell you who he liked?"

Wei Qian glanced at him: "Who knows--it's not you anyway, don't be nervous, you're looking safe."

Sanpang was so sad that he was unhappy, and he was angry that he did not fight, and shouted and said, "My brother..."

Wei Qian thought he was sighing to Wei Zhiyuan, waved his hand and said, "Let him go, I can't control it anyway."

Yes, silly brother, I'm afraid you won't be able to help you at that time. Sanpang looked at Wei Qian with a very bad expression, stood up silently and left Wei Qian's office. Finally, he understood how he regarded high fever as anger and pneumonia as a cold. He had never hated Wei Qian as he was now.

The more Sanpang thought about this, the more he thought about it, the more wrong it was. Just like most straight men, Wei Zhiyuan's one-sided twisted feelings towards Wei Qian made him feel uncomfortable.

Wei Zhiyuan was grown up when he watched him grow up. He was called "third brother" since childhood. Sanpang didn't want to use malicious speculation or evaluation of him, and he didn't want to use the word "disgusting" to describe it. But he could accept it calmly, that would never be possible.

Sanpang felt that he knew what Wei Zhiyuan was thinking. Wei Zhiyuan was using some way to highlight his presence. If this continues, one day Wei Qian will be unable to live without him.

Due to his childhood family, Wei Qian had some obstacles in dating with women. Sanpang didn't want to see Wei Zhiyuan go astray, and he didn't want to see him get involved in his brother.

This won't work. If this continues, it will be dangerous. I have to think of some way to destroy this matter - Sanpang thought secretly in his heart.

Regardless of what Sanpang planned, after Wei Qian tried his best to temporarily solve the debt problem, he found a turning point to revitalize the project, and the one who brought this turning point was the least focused consultant in history.

The fees for large consulting companies range from one hundred million to tens of millions. For Wei Qian, who "money is everything" at this time, it is too expensive. He can only afford to hire some local, relatively smaller consulting companies, and the other party sent someone to contact him.

The person who came was Ma Chunming, who was about the same age as Wei Qian, had a baby face, smiled two dimples, and his face, clothes and conversation seemed to be interpreting what "no hair on his mouth and poor work" with his life, which seemed particularly unreliable.

Wei Qian looked at his sloppy old suit, which looked like performance art, so he had to ask patiently and tentatively: "What major do you study?"

Consultant Comrade Ma Chunming proudly told him: "Food safety."

Wei Qian: “…”

When Ma Chunming saw his expression, his self-confidence was first hit. He carefully opened the folder in front of him and explained in a low voice: "But I don't think my major is important. I can quickly understand an industry within ten days. This is the quality that customers need."

Wei Qian thought about it and it made sense. He was born in life sciences and now he was sitting in this position by chance. He relied on this to make a living. He should have two tricks, right?

So he maintained a polite and gentle attitude and continued to ask: "Then I can ask you how did you find out the entire industry in ten days when you took the project you took in the previous order that had nothing to do with the major you studied?"

Ma Chunming pondered for a moment, and used it as a review posture and tone, saying: "This... I'm going to hide it from you, this is actually my first time in business. I... I am a doctoral student who just graduated from school and has been in office for less than half a year."

What is the difference between a doctor of food safety who is not led by anyone or taught by a real estate boss and a child who has just learned to walk?

Wei Qian even noticed that the other party's hand holding the file folder was shaking.

What does it mean to have cheap goods?

Wei Qian completely lost his lack of patience and planned to call the insider to invite the doctor out.

Unexpectedly, Ma Chunming became smarter. When he saw his indifferent expression and the action of raising his hand to hold the phone, he immediately knew his fate of being thrown out. He hurriedly tried to save it, and spoke at the speed of a machine gun and tried hard to win an opportunity for himself: "I, I, I can really understand an industry within ten days. Listen to our steps!"

Wei Qian said coldly: "I don't have to listen anymore. I don't want to spend money to hire a food-study person to teach me how to sell a house - even a doctorate can do it."

After saying that, he picked up the phone and dialed it directly to the administration: "Call someone to come here and help me deliver the guests."

Ma Chunming chewed his fingernails nervously, his eyes blinking rapidly, and his round face made him look like a groundhog that sucked the wind.

"Listen, listen! I'll finish it right away - we will first study what the entire industry depends on, that is, what everyone sells." The groundhog said quickly, facing Wei Qian's indifferent gaze, a layer of sweat quickly soaked on his forehead. However, he had no choice but to continue talking, hoping to impress the young helm in front of him with a little hope.

"After studying the actual value, we will study what the source of these values ​​is, that is, from the beginning of 'production' to the complete sale, which links are auxiliary, which links are the focus, that is, to create value."

At this time, the door of Wei Qian's office opened. A male employee in the administrative office first greeted Wei Qian with a well-trained manner, then his eyes fell on the consultant who was about to cry in a hurry, and said politely: "Are you sending this guest out?"

Ma Chunming didn't expect that he would mess up so quickly. He suddenly felt that his life was getting darker. He looked at Wei Qian with an inexplicable expression of grief and anger, picked up his bag despair, thinking: Is there any waste like me in the world? After studying for a doctorate, he couldn't find a right job. He finally got into a "consultation company". After entering, he found that it was almost the same as a "scam company". He was despised by his customers for the first time in business...

Ma Chunming felt that a person like him would not die even if he lived, so he decided to leave here, the first thing he did was to find a subway station to go down to lie on the tracks.

At this moment, Wei Qian suddenly said, "No, I'll ask you to pour a glass of water for the guest. He has to sit for a while."
To be continued...