Chapter 137 Who is the backer behind the scenes?
The next morning, the boss sent a car to pick her up to the airport.

Before leaving, Liang Weining suddenly thought of something and reminded her bestie: "If your boyfriend is too busy, just follow his schedule. I can make some concessions."

Gu Yunzhen was still in a drowsy state and didn't understand.

"Last time you said you wanted to come to our house for dinner to clarify the misunderstanding in person," the girl reminded.

I really forgot about this.

But unfortunately, he might not be able to come to Hong Kong for nearly two months. Does she have to go to Beijing just for a meal?
It is not impossible.

At worst, I can go to the gaming city and ask for leave from some prince.

"OK, I'll let you know when the time is finalized."

Although it is not open to the public for the time being, Ning Xiaoguai must see it.

If best friends are not honest with each other, problems will arise.

The business jet landed in Beijing at exactly 12:30 noon. I had lunch in the cabin beforehand, so as soon as I got in the car, I told the driver to go to the company.

Mr. Chen was also very busy, with a tight schedule for the second half of the day. The two business cars separated at the intersection and merged into the main road, one on the left and one on the right.

She left a message on WeChat saying that she would probably have to work overtime in the evening.

Half a minute later, I received a reply.

BB-C: [No more than eight o'clock.]

Liang Weining stared at the chat interface and was stunned. Normally, she would get off work at six o'clock, but the boss only allowed her to work overtime for two hours.

Two hours, and it’s still not done.

My first reaction was to reason with him, but after thinking about it, I changed my mind.

Concentrating on typing: [Depends on the situation, maybe earlier than eight o'clock. ]

Draw the pie first.

Sure enough, this trick is useful.

The boss replied with a single syllable: [Yeah. ]

Half an hour later, I arrived at the company.

Today is Tuesday. I had an online meeting with Chunyu Medical Devices at 3 pm on the plane.

Time was running out. As soon as Liang Weining stepped into the department, he called Alina and Win without even having time to catch his breath, and asked them to sort out the inventory base of the general agent company in the past two years and the rebate rules for each product within fifteen minutes.

The task was issued suddenly.

Alina asked, "Do we need to make some adjustments?"

clever.

Seeing Liang Weining's agreement, the air became quiet for a moment.

Half a month later, there is another big move, and this time it is more aggressive and is by no means a small move.

Win saw everything and felt an inexplicable expectation in his heart.

We were busy until three o'clock in the afternoon, and the meeting started on time. Alina chaired the meeting and took minutes.

There are five Chunyu attendees in total. Except for the general manager, the other four are all offline channel sales elites.

The first half went smoothly, but near the end, after looking at the table for re-establishing rebate rules and stocking base, Mr. Wei fell silent.

As the meeting involved sensitive industry information, the sales staff were not able to sit in on the discussion and so they made excuses to go offline one by one.

In a conference room of neither too big nor too small, Liang Weining waited for the other party to make a decision. He leaned back in a gray office chair, quietly drinking coffee to refresh himself.

About ten minutes or so.

President Wei said solemnly: "It is very risky to do this."

The spring rain has just started to take shape and it is not easy to get on the right track. If we take a wrong step at this critical juncture, we will not only return to the situation before liberation, but the consequences may be even worse.

But at the same time, as a branch of the brand, it also has to bear a 50% cargo damage rate.

What is the concept of 50%?

If things go wrong, the entire medical rehabilitation line will be buried with it.

Most importantly, after this incident, Ms. Liang’s career will probably face a severe blow.

The bet is too big.

Mr. Wei had to hesitate.

Liang Weining reassured him: "If nothing unexpected happens, the official white paper will be officially released in fifteen working days."

"Is the news reliable?" asked Mr. Wei.

There is no 100% reliable news.

What she is betting on is not fate, but market rules and human nature.

The young girl is only 22 years old, yet she dares to play such a big game. Who is the backer behind her? It is inevitable that one would think of the executive director of China and Hong Kong, Mr. Chen, who is standing in the high cabinet.

Throughout their cooperation, no matter how the outside world speculated, President Wei never asked about the relationship between the two.

The only person he trusted was Miss Liang.

This girl will never fight a battle unprepared. You can trust her again.

That afternoon, the entire department knew that Secretary Liang’s online meeting with Chunyu Medical Equipment lasted for a full two hours, and they seemed to be plotting something big.

No one knew what exactly happened, including Win.

As the workday was about to end, the door of the director's office was closed and the blinds were drawn. Looking from the cubicle, the three glass walls were gray and white, wrapped like a piece of moldy tofu.

Win stood in the middle, in his old position. Two meters away was the director's desk.

Without waiting for his boss to ask, he spoke up: "It was just an ordinary channel meeting. We promised Chunyu Medical Devices that if it could meet the quarterly targets, it would skip the review process and be promoted directly to general agent at the end of the year. Other than that, there was nothing unusual."

His speaking speed was unhurried and much smoother than the previous times.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the content.

'Nothing unusual.'

A certain director's ears must be callused from hearing so much.

In the silence, a sudden sneer came from above.

The director stood up from his desk, put his hands behind his back and walked to the business elite, stared at him and asked solemnly: "I see that your whole heart is on him, just tell me, what do you want to do."

I checked the almanac before going out and it seems like today is a good day to have a falling out.

Win stood still and stated the facts expressionlessly: "Thank you for your trust, Director. My ability is limited and I don't have any hope for the performance report at the end of the year."

Don't hold out hope, thanks for your appreciation.

Just look at the face of a debt collector who owes him 2.58 million yuan, and he is showing gratitude.

I am in the Cao camp but my heart is in the Han Dynasty.

The boy's soul had long been taken away by the secretary.

It is said that they are alumni who graduated from the same university. They always call each other "junior sister" all the time. Wow, they are very capable.

Who does he think he is? He wants to be friends with Mr. Chen's "famous people" and establish a pure friendship? I've never seen such a thing in my life.

Forget it, a forced melon is not sweet.

Leaving it here will only serve to an eyesore and make one tiresome to look at.

Furious, the director pointed at the man and gave him some advice: "You'll have to start from scratch over there. There's no hope of promotion for at least two years. Think it over carefully."

Promotion is not important.

important.

But more importantly, have a clear conscience.

Faced with his boss's condemnation, Win just smiled, bent down and bowed deeply, then turned around and walked out.

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Liang Weining stayed in the company until eight o'clock. When he finished his work, he picked up his mobile phone and took a look, but did not receive any message from the boss.

Probably still busy.

While getting the water, I casually glanced outside the glass partition and was surprised to find that everyone was sitting neatly at their workstations.

Collective overtime?

The sun rises in the west.

After drinking half a glass of water, I vaguely heard someone outside stretching and saying "It's time."

To what point.

Just then, Alina knocked on the door and asked her if she wanted to have dinner with her tonight.

Liang Weining shook his head and turned on his phone again.

8:05.

People packed up their things and left work one after another. They lined up in an orderly manner in front of the double-opening glass sensor doors, and took turns to clock in with their fingerprints and leave.

Well-trained, very weird.

Seeing her puzzled expression, Alina explained in a clear voice: "The branch company plans to follow the example of the headquarters and implement a daily overtime reward system."

WTF.

Yes, it’s the new attendance rules that Vivi mentioned when I had dinner with her last time.

Is the overtime trend spreading from Hong Kong to Beijing?
commit a sin.