Chapter 383： Don't bully honest people 16 ┃ Feng Ming: A real man never looks back at the explosion!

As soon as Sun Tezhu issued the sealing order, Zhuang Li called him into the office and instructed: "You ask the public relations department to contact the reporter and report in detail about the case just now."

"What?" Tesuke Sun almost thought he had hallucinated.

He was stunned for a while, and then hurriedly said: "But Secretary Zhuang, this is a domestic scandal of the company, so it's not good to publicize it, right? The news of the collective exodus of the R&D department has just hit the news, and you have revealed that the company's financial situation and management system have problems. news, will the outside world’s impression of Yilan be further reduced?”

Zhuang Li said calmly: "I want the outside world to witness how Yilan eradicated the cancer and set things right. This is not a family scandal, this is self-help."

"But in the eyes of the outside world, they will only receive such a message that there is a big problem within Yilan." Assistant Sun Te argued.

"That's right, this is what I want. Do you understand what it means to want to promote before suppressing it? When a person's reputation hits rock bottom, every little improvement he makes, he will gain great recognition from the outside world. I am now What it does is to make Elan bottom out."

"But the word "Yelan" doesn't apply to Yilan at all, right? Yilan has been going downhill, are you sure it can rise? After hitting the bottom, are you sure it can rebound?" .

As the person closest to the core of the company, he knew all too well what kind of predicament Ilan faced. It is impossible to turn losses into profits in a short period of time, and the best result is just to be acquired.

"I'm sure, so please follow my instructions." Zhuang Li said forcefully.

Sun Tesuke gritted his teeth secretly, and then reluctantly agreed.

Zhuang Li took his laptop and knocked on the door of the president's office.

Feng Ming is on the phone with a private lawyer. His small island had already been sold, and the price was not ideal, but he was in a hurry to spend the money without hesitation.

Seeing Mr. Secret come in, he quickly said goodbye to the lawyer, then sat up straight and smiled brightly.

He couldn't let Mr. Secret know that he was devastated.

Zhuang Li bowed and said in a gentle tone, "Mr. Feng, how are you going to deal with the issue of the shareholders withdrawing their shares one after another?"

"I'm going to eat all their shares." Feng Ming said proudly.

Zhuang Li nodded and said: "My suggestion is the same. How much they retreat, please eat it no matter what."

"Of course, no problem." Feng Ming waved his hand in the style of a domineering president.

When it exploded, even if his **** was on fire, in front of Mr. Secret, he would never look back.

Zhuang Li pressed his fist to his lips and smirked secretly before placing the laptop on the table and making a gentle request: "Please take a good look at this reply."

Feng Ming took a closer look, and the arrogance on his face was instantly replaced by stunned, "This is really Dr. Smith? The one who just won the Nobel Prize?" He pointed at the computer screen.

"Yes, it is him. He has promised to lead his team to work in Yilan. If the news gets out, Yilan will definitely attract a lot of investment, and the whole business community will re-evaluate the potential value of Yilan, so I suggest you try your best to do it. Eat those shareholders, because maybe in the near future, Ilan will become a public company.”

Zhuang Li smiled and said, "President Feng, you're taking the blame for me, and I'll help you pick up the gold coins, is that alright?"

Feng Ming nodded: "Okay."

He looked directly at Mr. Secret, and his heart was full of shock, emotion and joy.

How can there be such a capable and sweet person in the world. Nope, his heart is about to explode.

Feng Ming quickly stroked the corners of his lips to prevent himself from laughing.

After calming down, he asked, "What's your offer for Dr. Smith?"

"Five million a year." Zhuang Li stretched out a hand.

"Mi Jin?" Feng Ming confirmed.

"No, it's Chinese coins." Zhuang Li shook his head.

Feng Ming asked incredulously, "So few? How could he be willing to come?"

"His team can take 5% of the company's annual profit." Zhuang Li added.

Feng Ming calculated Yilan's annual profit and still felt incredible: "Too little, too little, what kind of ecstasy soup did you pour into Dr. Smith?"

Zhuang Li said calmly: "I promise that I will give him a second Nobel trophy within five years. Besides, Mr. Feng, you have to believe that in one year, Yilan's annual profit will create a miracle. 5% is not a little, but a lot, more than you can imagine.”

He put his white palm on the table and said, "Let's work together, shall we?"

Feng Ming no longer bothered about Dr. Smith, annual profits, and sales miracles. He could only see these hands, and he just wanted to hold them.

"Okay." He covered his palm lightly and responded in a hoarse voice.

Zhuang Li immediately clasped his fingers and smiled softly, "Mr. Feng, I won't let you down."

Feng Ming's throat tightened, unable to speak, his ears and neck were flushed red.

Zhuang Li took out his hand, naturally helped him adjust his tie, and said with a chuckle, "It's lunch break time, let's go to the cafeteria to eat."

"Oh, good." Feng Ming stroked his beating heart, and then followed in a trance.

Mr. Big Secret helps him adjust his tie more and more naturally, will it gradually develop into a habit in the future? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but snicker.

The two walked into the canteen side by side with a very relaxed expression.

The staff who passed by them all looked solemn.

"In your spare time, apart from exercising, what do you like to do?" Zhuang Li picked up the menu and looked at it, then checked a few dishes, and handed the list to the waiter.

Feng Ming originally wanted to talk about some high-level hobbies, but he said honestly and honestly: "I like playing games."

Zhuang Li glanced at him in surprise.

He scratched his head embarrassedly.

"I never play games." Zhuang Li said with a frown.

Feng Ming immediately expressed his determination: "Then I won't play anymore."

"No, there's nothing wrong with loving games." Zhuang Li took out his mobile phone, "What games do you like to play? Shall I play with you?"

Feng Ming's eyes lit up, and he immediately reported several games that he often played.

Zhuang Li downloaded them one by one and begged: "Are you a master? I just started playing, please show me."

Feng Ming said proudly: "I'm the number one expert in the entire server! I didn't go up there, I made it myself. I will definitely protect you."

Zhuang Li looked up at him with a gentle smile in his eyes.

Seeing him like this, and thinking that he could approach this person recklessly in the game and protect this person, the blood in Feng Ming's whole body burned. He quickly took out his mobile phone, logged into one of his most powerful accounts, and flew around the field with Mr. Secret. The show was too showy to stop.

Mr. Secret also gave a lot of face, and kept admiring: "Boss Feng, you are amazing! President Feng save me! With President Feng here, we will definitely win!"

Feng Ming laughed so hard that he couldn't even take a bite of the food when it was cold.

Damn, who says work is boring? Work is so much fun!

The staff sitting around the two: "..."

The company is about to go bankrupt, and the two bosses are really in no hurry!

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In the afternoon, several shareholders arrived at the company one after another and signed the withdrawal agreement.

That night, Feng Ming's brothers came to the old house to visit his father, and showed his father some news about Yilan's troubles.

Father Feng shook his head and said, "The way is right, but the method is too radical. If you can't find the next one, you will first dismantle the upper one. This child is really irritable. Let's take a look."

He threw the phone aside, disappointed.

A few brothers, look at me, I look at you, all gloating at the misfortune.

More than 20 days later, Feng Ming sold most of the properties under his name, and used the cash he had withdrawn to acquire the shares of several shareholders, and the relevant procedures were all handled properly.

In other words, if Ilan goes bankrupt, he will lose everything. Father Feng couldn't even wipe his **** if he wanted to.

Several of his brothers sneered in their hearts when they heard about this.

Liao Meilan even called her son one call a day, cursing his stupidity with all her harsh words. If Father Feng hadn't put his words down and prevented the child's mother from interfering or intervening in the child's business, she would have gone to the company to fire the cowardly secretary Zhuang.

It was another weekend, and the children who liked to surround themselves with Father Feng and befriended and behaved best returned to the old house very early.

They each expounded their own business philosophy, and truthfully reported the company's operating conditions.

Feng Fu was very satisfied with their performance, and there were many smiles on his face unconsciously.

One of the children suddenly said, "I don't know what happened to the third brother's company."

The smile on Father Feng's face dissipated visibly to the naked eye, and an unpleasant light flickered in his turbid pupils. He has always disliked Feng Ming. This child is too lonely, too reckless, and too stubborn. Except for making trouble for the family, he never does anything serious.

Give him Yilan, who has the worst business situation, and Feng Fu has already ruled him out.

And what this child did was not what the father expected. He actually sold all his family property to fill the hole in Yilan, is he trying to win? This is clearly to lose even worse!

"Don't mention him, save me the trouble." Father Feng closed his eyes and waved his hands.

The children looked at each other and smiled contemptuously.

At this moment, the excited voice of the host of the news network suddenly came from the TV: "It is reported that Dr. Smith, who just won the Nobel Prize in Medicine last month, has led his team to China and joined Yilan. Next, He will develop medical beauty products for Elan. Please see the report from the frontline reporter.”

When the camera turned, Dr. Smith's face appeared on the TV, and the person beside him was Feng Ming.

Feng Ming's brothers and sisters looked horrified.

Feng Fu, who was dozing off, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the TV.

On the screen, the reporter raised the microphone and asked, "Dr. Smith, why did you accept Elan's invitation? What moved you?"

Dr. Smith said cheerfully: "I am here for the second Nobel trophy. Mr. Zhuang of Ilan and I will jointly create an unprecedented revolution in medical history."

"What kind of revolution is it?"

"This is a commercial secret, and I can't say it yet. I can only tell you ladies that eternal youth will no longer be a dream."

The reporter was obviously excited and asked, "Do you have any ideas about this research?"

"Yes, yes, very impressive. I can't wait to get into work. I love Ilan, and of course, I love Mr. Zhuang even more!" Dr. Smith confessed enthusiastically.

No one knew who Mr. Zhuang was talking about.

But standing beside him, Feng Ming, who was smiling politely, turned dark.

Damn, he hates this kind of foreigner who doesn't keep the door open. Only he can love Mr. Great Secret!

Dr. Smith's name is very useful. The news of his entry into Yilan was even reported on the news network, and it goes without saying that other media were enthusiastic about the matter. Yilan, who has been controversial recently, has made a beautiful turnaround in an instant, and his goodwill and popularity have skyrocketed.

Professional investors scrambled to call Ilan, asking if they needed more financing. Banks have also eased Iran's loan limit.

Even the National Economic and Investment Corporation came up with the idea of ​​focusing on supporting Yilan, and began to have frequent contact with Feng Ming.

Lack of liquidity? Bad financially? R&D department vacuum? nonexistent. The current Elan is a rocket filled with fuel, just waiting to take off.

Feng Fu, who had already given up Feng Ming, also donated his shares to Feng Ming for free after several shareholders withdrew their shares. He has done his best for this incompetent son.

In other words, in the future, even if Yilan earns a lot of money and even rings the bell to go public, it has nothing to do with the Feng family. This high-quality asset belongs to Feng Ming alone.

Thinking of his son's bold move to sell all his properties, Feng Fu finally realized that he had been tricked!

On Dr. Smith's side, his son must have always been in contact, but he always kept the news from being released to the public.

He counted several shareholders, and also counted his father.

Father Feng laughed angrily, but then applauded vigorously: "Fine, good! Feng Ming is really promising! The Mr. Zhuang that Dr. Smith said was his secretary Zhuang? He was lucky, he picked up a capable man for nothing!"

Father Feng snorted coldly, and then he couldn't stop laughing.

Although my son is frizzy and lacks concentration, he has nothing to say about his vision, ability to control talents, and daring to forge ahead! And this is precisely the quality that a leader of a large group must possess.

"Not bad!" Father Feng clasped his palms again, and then returned to the study with a smile.

He wants to call his son.

The few children who were left in place by him were jealous, and their hearts were burning. Their company has not yet been on the right track, but Feng Ming has already soared!

Is that Secretary Zhuang? Whatever this man says, he has to dig in!