Chapter 629

Zhuang Shikai asked pony to go to the MBA training class, not to let pony directly become the president of Nike, but to think that since pony has a heart, why not train him?

Who says a cripple can't be president?

Besides, anyone with a brain can do anything.

If pony really wants to learn, he can't become president.

Mafia talent, white use!

Not only understand the difficulties and dangers of the world, black and evil, but also understand the value of right actions, and can cherish fate.

Moreover, uncle Jian is old enough to be a factory director. No matter how strong his experience is, he can't resist the changes of the times. It's difficult to get along without learning some real business management.

Give Nike to the professional manager team, and then let sharina control the finance and make her own development decisions

This set of operation is not no good, but not so good.

If you can cultivate a trustworthy CEO candidate, why not?

However, Zhuang Shikai only had a try mentality and could send more people to training when the time was ripe.

He plans to spend 10 to 20 years to slowly cultivate several business confidants and preside over several companies of "Shixing group" separately in the future.

This is the best expectation.

As for whether pony can become the CEO of a company?

It depends on whether the pony is going to learn English or ride a foreign horse

Of course, in brother Ma's opinion, Zhuang Sir helped him pay his tuition and sent him to the president training class. Hey, hey, isn't that appointing a CEO?

Sir Zhuang is the big boss of Nike. He appoints a CEO to sprinkle water!

Zhuang Sir really knows people.

The pony fanned the wind with a folder and shook his head out of the office. People unknowingly drifted away.

He ran into song Zijie who came to hand in the report on the road, put his arms around Song Zijie's shoulder and shouted, "ah Jie, look what this is!"

He flaunted the papers.

Song Zijie, in his uniform, glanced at him and ignored him.

For the sake of helping the police last night, ah Jie didn't hang him. Instead, he stayed and listened to him.

"Zhuang Sir gave me the invitation letter for the MBA president training class." Brother pony smiled and asked himself.

Song Zijie was surprised and a little surprised.

Of course, he didn't bluff. After all, it's just a training course and it's not appointed by the president of Nike group. He has some business experience. He knows that this kind of training class can be attended with money, and the top threshold is just "contacts".

Zhuang Sir asked him to attend the training class, but he only valued him. It doesn't mean that brother Ma has a rising status.

Ah Jie's surprise is how Zhuang Sir can cultivate an old confused boy

Just because he's handsome?

Cut!

Not enough for me!

"Don't roll your eyes..." brother Ma hugged ah Jie and said with a smile: "I didn't let Xiaohui teach me English..."

Song Zijie's face turned black in an instant.

Brother Ma continued, "do you have time to call Xiaohui and brother Hao to go out and get together?"

"I doubt everyone's original..."

"Uh..."

"Big brother, don't raise your gun..." brother Ma moved his hand away from the muzzle in front of him and moved very slowly: "just kidding, kidding, I'm just laughing..."

"This joke is not funny at all!" Holding a pistol, song Zijie said coldly, "if you want to try the bullet of the police gun, you are qualified to joke with me."

Since Lord Zhuang taught him how to use a gun, song Zijie has become decisive and hot.

This is probably the growth of men.

Brother pony said with a smile: "no, no, it's hard to order 38 bullets. This new gun... Put it away."

"It's getting late. There are still goods to rush in the factory. Bye." Brother Ma waved his hand and quickly turned away. As he walked, he said, "it's really brother Hao! It's fierce enough! "

"Xiaohui has your protection, I'm relieved!"

The pony disappeared into the air.

Song Zijie slowly put down the gun, put it back into the gun bag, closed the button, and his expression returned to normal.

This time, song Zijie came to give Zhuang Sir a closing report. It was only an episode to meet brother Ma unexpectedly. Half a month later, all the shares of Long's shipyard will be inherited by long Xiaohui. Long Xiaohui will personally serve as the boss of Long's Shipyard and continue to run the business left by his father.

This surprised Zhuang Shikai: "although long Xiaohui University studied management abroad, and the shipyard has a group of mature technical teams and managers. But long Xiaohui prefers dance and music. She is a standard rich lady. "

"After she and song Zijie got married, she has been teaching her husband and children at home, showing a very traditional performance."

"At the moment, she came forward to carry the flag of Long's Shipyard. It's really frustrating and growth..."

Long's Shipyard has been profitable before. In addition, there is a huge space for the development of shipbuilding industry on Hong Kong Island. There are huge profits in maintenance and repair alone.

If long Xiaohui chooses to sell the shipyard or let management go, he will eventually be robbed of his business.

That's really a pity

After all, Hong Kong Island is a Hong Kong Island City, which is inseparable from shipping and shipbuilding.

The future development prospect is great!

Gao Peiying's initial interest in the shipyard was not only to make counterfeit money, but also really interested in the interests of the shipyard.

Otherwise, he can take his team outside to make counterfeit money. Why do he try to annex the shipyard?

Zhuang Shikai respected long Xiaohui's practice. After returning home, he explained to his wife that if may was free, he could take Xiaohui to a tea party in the ladies' circle.

This will be very helpful to long Xiaohui's career.

Long Xiaohui would be better off carrying the flag of the shipyard than ah Jie's resignation. If ah Jie really resigned to manage the shipyard, Zhuang Sir would respect his choice, but it would be a pity in his heart.

Fortunately, ah Jie never mentioned this stubble. He knows how to be a man and do things, and knows which choice is more suitable for him.

……

evening.

"He's done another case."

Office of the deputy director of operations.

Wang Anqi turned over the report and was annoyed

Here he means "Zhuang Shikai".

Wang Anqi is the Chinese name of Mr. Charlie, deputy director of operations.

Just like many ghost senior executives have a Chinese name, Charlie also has a Chinese name, but he just came to Hong Kong Island and is not very used to it. He uses English names more often.

However, he has gradually learned to integrate into Hong Kong Island society and prefers Wang Anqi's name, which makes the guys call him "Wang Sir".

At this time, Wang Sir put down the report, looked unhappy and said, "according to his liking, work hard in handling the case, and be on the top in due time."

"No one can stop it!" A strong sense of crisis surged into Wang Sir's heart.

What should I do then?

Do you want to go back to your ancestors and be a municipal bureaucrat?

Shit, don't say whether there is a position. Even if there is a position, the municipal bureaucrats are far from the director of Hong Kong Island!

First, there is no oil and water, and second, there is no right.

And men are always obsessed with power and refuse to let go.

Wang Sir obviously studied the rising way of Zhuang sir, knew the style of "Lord Zhuang", and was trembling for fear of falling off the horse.

"Hoo."

Wang Anqi stood up, picked up his suit and coat and put it on.

After finishing his clothes, he held his tie and took a deep breath: "fortunately, I made an appointment with Han sir for dinner tonight. I hope he can help me."

Although he explicitly hinted that South Korea's reason had been several times, and South Korea's reason stated that they would "support" him, their private transaction did not involve financial interests.

Tonight, he plans to give up some interests and directly seek the help of South Korea.

Let Han Sir support him!

"Go!"

"The soup at home has been cooked." Brits are not used to the customs of Hong Kong Island, but they are very honest about Chinese food. They even understand "soup making" in just a few years.

Many ghost senior executives go back to their ancestors' homes after retirement. They have to eat Chinese food at least once a week. Those with money will also invite Chinese chefs to serve at home.

Wang Anqi walked into the elevator in a suit.

Ding!

He soon came to the underground garage.

The underground garage of the general administration is quite large. Most police cars and armed vehicles are parked in the basement, and very few private cars are parked in the basement.

Because there are not many police officers in the Hong Kong Island police station who have the money to provide private cars. At present, they are maintained above the senior inspector level, and only the inspector level can apply for parking spaces. Therefore, there are plenty of parking spaces in the ground garden. Basically, those with older qualifications can apply for parking spaces in the garden.

The Garden parking space is much better than the basement because it does not need to go to the basement. Some senior inspectors of the Zhuang Department have Garden parking spaces. Unfortunately, Wang Anqi came to Hong Kong Island late and has more "shallow qualifications", so he can only park in the basement.

Anyway, it's not that there is no parking space for him. Naturally, no one will come to please foreign adults and specially make a Garden parking space for foreign adults.

Even sir

In the eyes of the Zhuang Sirs, we should also talk about first come, first served and rules, right?

The deputy director doesn't have to talk about the rules?

Are the rules of the Hong Kong Island police force still rules?

But Wang Anqi secretly kept it in mind that she was unhappy with the Chinese style of the Hong Kong Island police force.

what?

You don't even know foreign adults!

Are you still Royal Police?

How uncivilized!

Anyway, as long as he didn't enjoy the privilege, the ghost guy felt insulted and angry!

He didn't want to fight with Zhuang Sir before, so he didn't take the initiative to pick up the parking space.

He secretly remembered.

Zhuang Sir is even more lazy to talk to him.

"Dada." Wang Anqi wanted to in front of his car, took out the car key and lit up a "Jaguar".

"Didi."

The car lights up and unlocks.

Wang Anqi was going to go to the driver's seat and open the door. Shua, the door of a nearby RV opened first: "Wang sir, have a chat?"

Said an old British man with gray hair and a British suit and tie.

Wang Anqi recognized the Asia Pacific speaker of a British funded group at a glance: "Mr. Windsor, Mr. Leon, Ms. Angela..."

I saw the gray haired old man holding two glasses of red wine, shaking his hand in one hand and handing the other to the front.

A boss of a large British group showed his face, sat in the car and smiled at him with a red wine glass.

Wang Anqi implicitly took the glass and said, "sorry, everyone."

"I asked Han sir for dinner."

"Windsor", the president of HSBC, raised his glass and said with a smile, "ha ha, I think we are more worthy of your meeting than Korean Li."

"And we only take your time to talk when you go home, not your time to entertain director Han. I hope we can have the honor of seeing you off."

"Of course." Wang Anqi put down his reserve and stepped onto the RV with his wine glass: "we can have a good chat."