Chapter 246: Personal Future
August 8, the last trading day of the stock market, ended with Song Anli's optimistic review and analysis.

In Shanghai, a young bank account manager who looks a bit handsome is very pessimistic. The pressure to attract deposits for next month has already come before this month is over.

To escape the president's nagging, Feng Shuo drove his Porsche Cayenne as fast as he could and arrived at the Yunhe Logistics headquarters just before the end of the working day.

"Sister Rui, is your CEO Zhao here?"

He simply registered at the lobby front desk and walked all the way to the finance department's office floor. He joked with a few pretty girls at the front desk and then got down to business.

Rui Jie was actually a young lady who had just graduated from college. She was so flattered that she pretended to be angry and said, "No appointment?"

"I want to make an appointment, but Mr. Zhao won't give me the chance." Feng Shuo leaned on his elbows at the front desk with a sad look on his face.

"Come on, you and our big boss are childhood friends at work, and Mr. Zhao really recognizes you."

Another girl at the front desk interrupted, turned around to be alert and saw nothing unusual, then lowered her voice and continued to complain: "An account manager from another bank can't see Lao Zhao for three consecutive days without an appointment. He is not easy to talk to everyone, and his face is cold."

"Hehe, I know, it's just a joke. I was in a hurry to come here today so I didn't make an appointment." Feng Shuo explained with a laugh.

The financial department of Yunhe Logistics, which has a market value of tens of billions, has a very large structure. The Mr. Zhao they call is just the manager of the fund management department, but this small boss is in charge of the book cash flow of tens of billions or even hundreds of billions.

Some time ago, more than ten billion yuan in deposits were thrown into their branch. The deposit-raising task was easily completed that month and colleagues were happy to receive the full performance commission. However, the pressure of attracting deposits doubled the next month.

As a result, the deposit of more than one billion yuan was about to run away before it could even warm up. He had no choice but to shamelessly sing the most dazzling folk song, "Let me keep you with my heart"...

"You wait here. Lao Zhao has a meeting tonight. He should go out for dinner later." The girls at the front desk were well-informed and offered help.

Feng Shuo wanted to know more details, and several girls glanced at the surveillance camera on the ceiling at the same time. Since the establishment of the Risk Inspection and Compliance Department, none of the colleagues who were called for interviews could stay until the next day. No one wanted to cause trouble for themselves.

He observed the expression and felt his pocket, knowing that he could not give it away. The commemorative gold coins issued by the head office weighed three grams each, which was not a good thing for the receptionist who was coaxed by the account managers of various banks every day.

Sitting in the waiting area, playing with his phone to kill time, his fingers swiped the screen meaninglessly and stopped at Xie Jingxing's WeChat Moments. The latest update was about thanking Jack Ma for giving him an antique painting a few months ago.

Feng Shuo let out a breath slowly and returned to the contact chat interface. The New Year greetings message showed the time record.

However, in the group chat created by a few friends, the three girls Song Anli, Zhao Mengche, and Fan Haonan, plus he and Qi Tian often chatted with each other, while the big brother Xie was lurking for a long time and occasionally popped up.

He Qinshan's personality has changed a lot and he is no longer the Stanford King. Or it can be said that he is not a bad person. It's just that Mr. Xie is too strong and tears up the script of the rich second generation and the poor second generation arranged by the program team.

His performance on the show at that time was nothing more than a display of overexertion by young men who had endured years of hardship in the impoverished mountainous areas and were now able to hold their heads high under pressure.

Now he lives a comfortable life in Juntai's quantitative trading department. He likes to drink a little wine whenever he wants and talks less and less. He saves money and plans to work on Wall Street in two years to realize his dream.

In fact, it is not difficult at all. Just send a WeChat message to Mr. Xie to ask for a letter of recommendation, and you can go to Wall Street if you want.

There is also Fan Haonan's dream of becoming a central government selected candidate, Qi Tian's dream of becoming a quantitative trading master, and his mission of attracting deposits. All he needs to do is send a WeChat message to realize his life's wishes, but none of his friends are willing to do so.

Although Boss Xie seems to be cold to the core, he is actually generous with his friendship to old friends. The miserable Cinderella Song Anli has now transformed into a gorgeous little phoenix and is flying higher and higher.

In reality, only a year has passed, but why does it feel like that? Feng Shuo sneered at himself and pressed his eyebrows to calm his mood.

Maybe he has been under a lot of pressure recently, but relying on the fame he gained from participating in the variety show last year and the resources given by his parents, he has achieved good results in the corporate business of the branch. If he can handle Yunhe, a big customer, for a long time, he will be promoted to a second-level branch next year as a small leader of corporate business.

To be honest, it means that you are young and promising.

"Xiao Feng is here. Come, follow me."

Feng Shuo was just thinking about this when President Zhao hurried over. Seeing him, he greeted him and waved in a low-key manner.

"The funds deposited in your bank need to be withdrawn, and another batch will be deposited before the end of next month."

Mr. Zhao stepped to the corner and gave reassurances in a crisp and clear sentence.

Even though Feng Shuo's interpersonal experience has increased dramatically in the past six months, he was still quite confused for a moment: "Uh, Mr. Zhao, it's..."

"Boss Xie is too busy to take care of you too much, and you are a strong-willed young man. I usually say that doing more is embarrassing, but don't think too much about the small things that come naturally. It is completely because of your work ability that you are qualified to cooperate with Yunhe."

Mr. Zhao patted him on the shoulder, told him to go back and work hard, and then left with a smile as warm as a spring breeze.

Feng Shuo stood there in a daze. It was solved just like that. The problem concerning his career prospects that had been bothering him for a long time turned out to be a trivial matter?

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Two days later, Yunhe Logistics transferred 3 billion in cash flow, including from the branch where Feng Shuo worked, into a special account and held a closed-door discussion meeting with senior executives.

Industry experts, grassroots employee representatives, and partner representatives participated.

"The 'Chuncheng Logistics and Warehousing Center' that we put into operation not long ago is a semi-finished product. Why is it a semi-finished product? Because in the early planning, we only regarded it as a supporting infrastructure for the company's main business." At the meeting, President Guan Linhui set the tone with a stern face: "It's different now. We want to enter the logistics real estate business and provide high-quality logistics and warehousing services to third-party companies throughout the society."

"300 acres of land, comrades. Don't be fooled by everyone. When Mr. Xie first acquired 300 acres of land in Chuncheng, I was worried. Today, one year later, we look back at the tight approval of warehousing land across the country in the past year, and we find that Mr. Xie had foresight!"

He knocked on the table and said passionately: "The Chuncheng Logistics and Warehousing Center will be expanded to create a perfect logistics park and make full use of the 300 acres of land. Then we can use this as a case to form the 'Chuncheng Model' that belongs to us Yunhe people and promote it to the whole country and even go overseas to the world!"

The large screen at the conference displayed more than a dozen place names across the country, which will be the first cities in Yunhe Logistics Real Estate Business to acquire land to develop logistics parks.

With more than 5 billion in financing and Yunhe's reserve cash flow, and the so-called "Spring City Model" with dozens of times of financial capital leverage, today's meeting will determine the direction of an industry worth tens of billions of dollars, which is closely related to the future of countless people.

No matter how loud Guan Linhui shouted, it was never too loud. Yu Congxin just felt it was noisy.

Having offered his loyalty early on, he did not receive much benefit from it and was content to move the positions of a few of his trusted confidants.

For example, Xiao Zhao, the guy in the finance department who follows his lead, is cunning and has his eyes on the position of general manager of property management in the logistics real estate business.

If you take a big step, you may get into trouble easily. You have to make the transition from manager of the fund management department to project financial director first, and only after completing two park development projects and gaining qualifications can you seek the position of general manager of property management.

But this guy is lucky. He is in charge of business and happens to have a connection with Mr. Xie’s childhood friend at work. With this good relationship, who knows, he might be able to say a few words to Mr. Xie at a critical moment.

Yu threw the note in his hand again and it landed face down on the ground. Forget it, since he has a life left, he might as well help him.

Xiao Zhao, who was squeezed at the door and was so far away that he could hardly see the PPT on the big screen, listened attentively to Mr. Guan's speech while looking at Mr. Yu from afar. He was obviously not doing anything serious but was busy sweating profusely.

He couldn't help but feel anxious, he was in his late thirties and was about to turn forty. His child was in a private middle school, his wife lived in a large flat, and the female college student at the gate of the art school was waiting for him to pick her up in his Maserati!
If you take this step, you will have everything. If you can’t, the rest of your life will be wasted in hopelessness.

It is not easy to get money from giant state-owned enterprise investors. The board of directors of Yunhe Logistics has been reorganized to 11 seats. Although Mr. Xie, who is sitting at the end of the stairs, still has the final say on everything, the intensity of internal competition in the company has quietly increased.

Mr. Yu, please give some support. I heard that he also follows the boss's personal life route. We are all like-minded people, so we should help each other!
The closed-door discussion lasted for three days. Xiao Zhao was only eligible to attend the first day's agenda. He was so anxious in the last two days that he found an excuse to go to the bank and ask Feng Shuo to drink tea with him all day to relieve his emotions.

The bank's fair-skinned, beautiful, gentle, intellectual, and highly educated girl was wonderful at soothing people's hearts. Unfortunately, when Xiao Zhao thought of Xie Kai's face that looked more and more like the head of the Ming Dynasty's Jinyiwei, he could only drink a few sips of cold tea with hatred to cool down.

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On the first Friday of September, after a full week of meetings and coordination of various interests, the initial version of the 'Logistics Real Estate Business' plan was finally placed in front of Song Anli.

That’s right, it’s the first edition, and the internal competition is still going on.

The powerful backer in Xiao Zhao's eyes came out personally. Yu knocked on the office door three times again and then heard a voice of "enter".

"Assistant Song, are you busy?" He pushed the door open and walked in with a folder in his hand.

Song Anli turned her eyes away from the computer screen and looked over, helplessly jokingly saying, "If you didn't know, you would think you had discussed this with Mr. Guan and the others."

"Did Lao Guan come here today?" Yu pretended again.

Song Anli knocked on the folder on the desk to signal: "When you gods fight, please don't embarrass me, a runner."

"Hey, we are at most demons who have come down to earth. How dare we embarrass the boy under the seat of Taishang Laojun?"

Yu Congxin calmly put down the folder and raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw the computer screen: "Mr. Song is investing in stocks?"

"No, just take a look." Song Anli smiled.

Yu Congxin half-understood and poked his head in to chat awkwardly: "This week, the market rose for five consecutive days and stocks rose across the board. The market sentiment is very good."

Song Anli listened patiently, agreeing with him from time to time, and after chatting aimlessly for a long time, Lao Yu said goodbye and left, "forgetting" to take the folder with him.

There were only a few thin sheets of paper in it, which were the same supplementary versions of the profit distribution that could not be included in the complete plan, just like Guan Linhui and his colleagues.

It is worth mentioning that the construction unit of "Shenzhen Logistics Park" is exactly the same in all supplementary documents. Song Anli has heard of the name of this local Shenzhen construction company.

A few days ago, my mother called me and said that two groups of people came to her unit from nowhere. One group insisted on purchasing earthwork, hardware and various building materials from her; the other group insisted on selling earthwork, hardware and building materials to her.

My parents couldn't sleep late at night and spent the whole night pressing the calculator. They found that they could earn 18 million just by signing a contract without doing anything. The boss of the construction company said that there would be more profits after this deal was done, and we could all get rich together!
Song Anli smiled disdainfully, ran her finger across the list of the first batch of logistics park developments, and tapped the words 'Foshan Logistics Park'.

"I'm not afraid of dying of stuffiness."

She included the documents from Yu Congxin and others into the complete plan and sorted them out together.

The stock market entered an upward channel this week, and Coal City Special Steel adjusted sideways as expected. Her man was almost done with the fun and had time to clean up these rotten garlics.

(End of this chapter)