How did I become a god

Chapter 1676 Yes
The lounge on the second floor of the project center is luxuriously furnished, with intricate Chinese palace lanterns hanging overhead, Italian leather sofas in rows, and expensive hand-woven carpets laid out, along with Chinese-style furnishings such as vases, shelves, and calligraphy and paintings.

Gong Dongyang sat on the sofa next to Jing Gao, looking somewhat cautious. Not long ago, at a high-level meeting of the group, he had been subtly reprimanded by An Zhiwen, so it was understandable that he was a little nervous in front of the big boss.

“Mr. Jing…” Gong Dongyang said cautiously, “The first phase of the project will be completed by the end of this year, and some employees are expected to move in early next year.”

Currently, all the employees of Shan Hai Jing Chip are still working in the building in Pudong.

Shan Hai Jing Semiconductor comprises Shan Hai Jing Chips and Zhu Que Integrated Circuits. One is responsible for chip design, and the other is responsible for chip manufacturing and packaging.

He was the head of Zhuque Integrated Circuits, and after defeating Guo Pojun of Qianshan Haijing Chip, he took overall control of the company.

Jing picked up his teacup, took a slow sip, and looked at him calmly: "Old Gong, my requirements for you business leaders are very simple and clear: you must be able to produce results and deliver tangible technological breakthroughs and products."

"Just focus on this point and concentrate all your energy on it, and you'll be fine."

Upon hearing this, Gong Dongyang felt a great weight lifted from his heart and quickly assured him, "President Jing, rest assured! I will do my utmost to ensure that Shan Hai Jing Semiconductor continues to achieve breakthroughs in research and development!"

"Hmm." Jing Gao responded indifferently and put down his teacup. He didn't know much about the CEOs and presidents in his team.

It mainly depends on work-related interactions; only a minority of people have personal relationships with each other.

Seeing that his boss didn't seem to want to talk much more, Gong Dongyang tactfully excused himself, saying, "President Jing, please rest first. I'll go arrange lunch." With that, he quickly left the lounge.

Watching Gong Dongyang's figure disappear through the door, Jing Gao picked up his teacup again, his eyes turning cold. In his heart, he had already sentenced this technical director to "death."

Gong Dongyang was in charge of the crucial chip manufacturing (Zhuque Integrated Circuit). Relying on his control over the technical team, he engaged in open and covert struggles with Guo Pojun, who was in charge of chip design.

At this stage, it is indeed necessary to leverage Gong Dongyang's technical capabilities to stabilize the situation and complete the technology absorption. However, this absolutely does not mean that he will tolerate such internal strife!
Disagreements on technical approaches can be discussed, and generous compensation can be offered, but forming factions, playing politics, or affecting the overall situation? Those are obstacles that must be eliminated.

What he needs are capable leaders who can work together to overcome the challenges of chip manufacturing, not power-hungry "lords".

The perceptive Guo Qianqian noticed the fleeting coldness and oppressive atmosphere emanating from Jing Gao's silence.

She quietly got up, walked to the outside of the lounge, and brought Cheng Wei, who was waiting outside, in.

"Mr. Jing." Cheng Wei walked in, his attitude respectful but with a hint of barely perceptible restraint. Although he was personally invited by Jing Gao to take the helm of Uber, he had not been with Phoenix Group for long, and his personal relationship with Jing Gao was limited to a few strategic talks about Uber.

Jing Gao quickly suppressed his coldness, a gentle smile returning to his face. He pointed to the sofa diagonally opposite him: "Cheng Wei, sit down."

He needed to reassure this important new general, "Uber has always been a core member of the Phoenix Group, and its leaders have always been members of the Primordial Council."

You've just taken over Uber, and you need time to familiarize yourself with the company and prove yourself. In two or three years, once you've achieved outstanding results in your position, the doors of the Primordial Council will naturally open for you.

These words not only affirmed Uber's position but also gave Cheng Wei a clear path for promotion and expectations.

This was a very friendly gesture, which eased Cheng Wei's anxiety considerably. He smiled and said, "President Jing, I understand."

He sat down and took the initiative to start a conversation to build rapport, expressing his closeness: "Mr. Jing, I come from Alibaba. I recently saw some discussions within the group, mentioning that we can learn from some of Alibaba's development plans."

Actually, I don't think there's much direct competition between Phoenix and Alibaba in their core businesses. If a suitable opportunity arises, I'd be happy to act as a bridge between you and Mr. Ma, to relay a message or something.

Upon hearing this, Jing Gao smiled and waved his hand, his tone casual yet conveying a sense of control: "No need to trouble yourself. I have always maintained direct communication with Mr. Ma. Just a couple of days ago, the family affairs of Alibaba's 'crown prince' Jiang Fan were making headlines and trending on Weibo, and Mr. Ma even personally called me."

We talked about it, and in the end, he decided to sell me the remaining 5% stake in Weibo that Alibaba held, which settled the matter.

His detailed explanation was also a sign of closeness and trust.

Cheng Wei suddenly realized and laughed, "So that's how it is! I was overthinking it." He then pondered the relationship between Jing Gao and Ma Yun.

Jing picked up his teacup and continued, "I respect Alibaba as a company; there are many things we can learn from it. However, there are some aspects of its corporate culture, such as that 'ice-breaking operation,' which I find very objectionable. I have made it clear that such messy things are absolutely not allowed in any of my companies."

"Of course, respect is one thing, but business is business. When it comes to conflicts of core interests, I will never back down. If you are in charge of Uber, you should cooperate openly when it is appropriate and compete fairly when it is appropriate."

Cheng Wei nodded and replied, "President Jing, I understand. I know what I'm doing."

Jing Gao seemed to have thought of something, and changed the subject, posing a seemingly mundane yet profound question: "I saw a lot of calls online the other day for ride-hailing platforms to add an option that allows female passengers to select 'match only with female drivers.' What do you think about this?"

Cheng Wei was slightly taken aback; the question was a bit sudden. He quickly considered Jing Gao's intention in asking the question—was it simply a discussion of business, or a test of his stance? He cautiously refrained from answering immediately, instead falling into deep thought, pondering his boss's true intentions.

Jing Gao didn't rush him, and slowly sipped his tea.

After a moment, Jing Gao put down his teacup and expressed his opinion: "I have some personal acquaintance with Mr. Liu of JD.com. I know that JD.com participated in some gender equality project promoted by the embassy of John, and for this purpose, they have significantly increased the proportion of female employees. I personally strongly dislike this kind of project."

"John's embassy also contacted my companies to promote similar projects, but I had them reject them outright. Jobs in a company should be filled based on merit; the capable should rise, and the incompetent should fall. Should we be using gender-based quotas for preferential treatment?"

Some voices and phenomena in society today, in my view, are not a good sign. The chaos caused by this in certain overseas places serves as a cautionary tale.

Hearing this, Cheng Wei suddenly understood and fully comprehended his boss's position and concerns. He carefully considered his words before speaking, "President Jing, regarding the calls for adding a female driver option to ride-hailing services, I personally think it's feasible."

Jing Gao raised an eyebrow: "Oh? What do you mean?"

Cheng explained: "These calls based on the needs of specific groups are often accompanied by certain emotions and demands. Forcibly suppressing or ignoring them can easily trigger a backlash from public opinion and be detrimental to the platform's image."

Why should we, as platform providers, do something so thankless and exhausting? We should heed the public's calls and make this option available. However," he changed his tone, a hint of deeper meaning in his voice,
"In actual operation, those picky, demanding, or even unreasonable female passengers, especially some who use 'safety' as an excuse but are actually nitpicking, will not stop complaining just because the driver is a woman."

Once the conflict accumulates to a certain extent, public opinion will naturally side with the more pragmatic and rational drivers and platforms.

At that time, we would have much more leeway and confidence in handling related complaints.

Jing Gao listened, his eyes lighting up slightly, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the sofa armrest. This strategy felt strangely familiar to him!

A thought suddenly flashed through my mind: Isn't this a story I learned in my high school history textbook?

Zheng Bo defeated Duan at Yan!

Could the same strategy be applied to his Weibo account? Since acquiring Weibo, he has basically adopted a "laissez-faire" approach, allowing the platform to operate according to its original rules.

In retrospect, this "laissez-faire" approach may inadvertently have been a more sophisticated management strategy.
Having figured this out, Jing Gao's gloomy mood, which had been somewhat affected by Gong Dongyang, instantly vanished, replaced by a sense of great comfort. A smile of approval appeared on his face as he patted Cheng Wei on the shoulder: "Excellent! Cheng Wei, that's a great idea!"

Cheng Wei felt Jing Gao's appreciation and closeness, which greatly encouraged him. He knew that he had made the right move and had initially established a deeper trust and personal relationship with his boss. A relieved smile appeared on his face.

Just then, the door to the lounge was gently pushed open. Lin Wei walked in again, her smile gentle: "President Jing, President Cheng, lunch is ready. Please proceed to the dining room."

"Okay." Jing Gao was in a good mood and got up to walk towards the restaurant with Cheng Wei, Wen Xiaoli, and Chu Wenjun.

As soon as she stepped out of the lounge, Zhou Nanman, who was waiting for her, hurried up to greet her. This elegant and charming woman, dressed in a cheongsam, had slightly reddened eyes, as if she was trying hard to hold back tears.

“Mr. Jing,” Zhou Nanman’s voice was tinged with a barely perceptible sob, “I’m sorry, I… I have something urgent to attend to, so I won’t be staying for your meal. I have to go now.”

Jing Gao was immersed in a good mood when he suddenly saw Zhou Nanman looking like she was about to cry. He was very surprised and asked with concern, "Wanqiu, what's wrong?"

"Late Autumn" is Zhou Nanman's nickname.

(End of this chapter)