Chapter 70 Not Shown

Upon hearing this, the vice president and the veterans looked at each other, wondering what Mr. Chen was up to.

The person whose name was called had his brain in a state of shutdown.

However, fortunately, the boss taught me well.

Now it only takes ten seconds from freezing to restarting.

ten seconds.

Liang Weining stiffened his hair, pretended to be calm, took two steps forward, picked up the pen on the table, turned to the crowd, and said in a clear voice: "The selection of talents in China and Hong Kong is like Montblanc producing pens. If you only focus on the brand effect and ignore the functional value of the product itself, no matter how luxurious and expensive the material is, it will not be able to withstand the sifting and abandonment of people's hearts after years of sedimentation."

The two original candidates for the Investment Department do have a very high aura and are the most popular.

But Mr. Chen doesn't like it.

He prefers Manager Joe.

Because Manager Qiao has his feet on the ground, is down-to-earth and can get practical things done.

The girl's metaphor was particularly appropriate. She didn't deliberately belittle anyone, nor did she blindly clarify her own position.

After listening to this, the three vice presidents and two veteran shareholders had some vague ideas in their minds.

They guessed that Secretary Liang must have received advice from Mr. Chen beforehand to say this, otherwise why would he let a subordinate pass on the message for no reason.

Calm down at this time.

I can probably understand Mr. Chen's intention.

But why is this the only one eligible for promotion this year?
Liang Weining glanced at the man in the main seat imperceptibly. The latter leaned back in the leather seat with a calm expression and his breath seemed normal. Presumably, he allowed her to express herself freely.

Take a breath.

She continued: “Performance report is just a common form of selection, not the only way, and the group system should be updated with the changing times.

The Lianwu Island development project is the top priority of the group in the next few years. For the senior management of each department, this is the best opportunity for promotion and proof of strength. Mr. Chen believes that they will give a satisfactory answer to China Port in a short time. "

This means that this selection is for reference only.

Finally, Mr. Chen will visit the Lianwu Island project on site.

The girl spoke with confidence, without the slightest pause or hesitation, as if she had memorized it in advance.

Everyone knows it.

This is 100% Mr. Chen's instruction.

There was a moment of silence below, and the man in the main seat spoke slowly: "Everyone, do you have any questions?"

No.

I dare not have.

You know, Mr. Chen is different from the chairman. He often only looks at results and does not care about personal feelings.

That's it.

Two veteran shareholders expressed their views: "Mr. Chen is far-sighted. Now that he has said this, we naturally have no objection."

An old-fashioned style with a strong pedantic flavor.

I don't know what the chairman's intention is in sending these two people over here, and it's obvious that they can't serve as any checks and balances.

This shows that the father and son may have already reached a consensus on some of the group's long-standing problems.

After this meeting, the majestic outline of Mount Taiping in Liang Weining's mind seemed much clearer than before.

We can roughly describe its appearance: tall and majestic, but not so strong that it cannot be shaken. Occasionally, it will part the clouds, overlook the earth, and bring down rain.

After the meeting, Secretary Liang escorted several vice presidents and shareholders to the elevator.

The girl has outstanding looks and her appearance has an absolute advantage over all the previous secretaries.

Vice President Wang's mind moved slightly, and he asked with a smile: "Which university did Secretary Liang graduate from, and what major did he major in?"

Liang Weining said: "HKU, Department of Finance."

No academic qualifications involved.

Undergraduate or postgraduate, it doesn't matter anymore.

Before entering the elevator, Vice President Wang glanced at her and said meaningfully, "Secretary Liang is very lucky to be born in Mr. Chen's era."

Mr. Chen's era.

Lucky.

She curled her lips slightly.

That makes sense.

The floor numbers jumped and the elevator slowly descended.

After the two veteran shareholders left, someone couldn't help but ask Vice President Wang, "Who is that female secretary?"

During the meeting, it was not difficult to see that the little girl was highly valued and trusted by Mr. Chen.

Different from those ignorant people in the group who only know how to flatter.

Vice President Wang always has a sharp eye for people.

He said: "In three years at the latest, secretaries will no longer be secretaries, but may have to be called directors instead."

Hearing this, the other two vice presidents looked at each other.

Secretary becomes director?

unprecedented.

how is this possible.

At that time, everyone thought that Vice President Wang was just joking. Then, as the year drew to a close, the members of the Board Office did not forget to seriously rehearse the annual meeting program while they were busy with their daily lives.

Liang Weining was assigned to the Cantonese part of the song.

There is no doubt that he was forced to do so.

Being forced by the group.

In order to encourage her, everyone even spent a lot of money, saying that as long as she could win the award, she could choose any Michelin restaurant in the Greater Bay Area, eat at all the restaurants for a month, and the board of directors would treat her collectively.

Are you sure you can make your money back?

Money is not the point.

The point is, as the boss of the secretariat, Liang Weining really cannot hesitate when it is time to take action.

She has good pitch and a soft voice that is typical of the Jiangnan water towns.

The biggest challenge at the moment is remembering the lyrics and Cantonese pronunciation.

Secretary Liang devoted a lot of his spare time to this.

Judging from his attitude, he is working harder than he did four years ago when he took the college entrance examination.

That afternoon, Mr. Chen finished his business trip and returned to the company.

When I got out of the elevator on the top floor, the light in the secretary's office at the end of the corridor was still on.

The girl was walking back and forth inside, holding a few pages of A4 paper.

"What is she doing?" Chen Jingyuan asked.

It's already eight o'clock in the evening.

Xu Zhou seemed to understand and said with a smile, "They should be memorizing the lyrics. The annual meeting is less than a week away and everyone wants to win an award, so they've been working hard lately."

After the words were spoken, the air became quiet.

Mr. Chen said nothing and continued walking inside with his long legs.

There is no urgent official business at this point.

Xu Zhou returned to his workstation, packed up a little, went to the office to say hello to his boss, and then left the building on his own.

It's quiet at night.

There was only a dim light on in the secretary's office.

Liang Weining stood in front of the window, with his back to the camera. Suddenly, the light above his head became ten times brighter.

He subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him.

At some point, a tall figure stood quietly at the door.

The man was still wearing the same suit he had worn that afternoon, and it looked like he had just returned.

The girl nodded slightly, "Mr. Chen."

She thought her boss would ask her why she stayed in the company so late.

Chen Jingyuan walked in slowly. Wen Chen glanced at the paper in her hand and asked in a low voice, "Do you need help?"

help?

The boss knew that she was practicing Cantonese.

I guess Xu Zhou let the secret slip.

In the silence, Mr. Chen reached out and wanted to take her lyrics.

She quickly hid it behind her back.

The girl's movements were too awkward and flustered, causing Chen Jingyuan to laugh, "Don't you want to show it to me?"

Ok.

The paper was filled with all kinds of pronunciations and scribbles, and only she could understand them.

Liang Weining said embarrassedly: "I'm afraid you will laugh at me, so I'd better not look at it."

I saw the boss find a workstation and sit down, his back stretched and his posture relaxed, and it seemed that he had no intention of leaving for the time being.

Ok.

An ugly daughter-in-law always wants to see her parents-in-law.

There is no escape.

It would be better to give the boss a warning in advance so that he can be mentally prepared, so as to avoid giving him another surprise on the day of the annual meeting.

Cough twice.

Liang Weining opened his mouth slowly and selected three climaxes to recite in Cantonese.

Chinese style lyrics are very difficult.

Cantonese is even more difficult to pronounce.

Chen Jingyuan listened calmly, his expression did not change much. Only as the girl looked at him silently, a faint smile appeared in his deep eyes.

In the thick night, he said tolerantly, "Don't force yourself. Your Cantonese has its own style, and others can't imitate it."

Liang Weining looked at the man steadily.

thought.

Are you sure you are not making fun of her?

There is no speech today, everyone is free to express themselves~