How did I become a god

Chapter 1705 A Moment's Intention

An Zhiwen calmly ate his food, smiling confidently, "President Guan, we're not dealing with this now so we can deal with it later!"

Guan Yujia didn't understand: "..."

An Zhiwen said, "Mr. Jing, in principle, my chip design business should learn from HiSilicon, operate and account for independently, and use market demand to drive iterative research and development."

Currently, the biggest demand for chips comes from mobile phones, cloud computing, and electric vehicles. If I were to take charge, we could gradually gain control of the chips used in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" project.

But that's unnecessary. After all, Mr. Jing, you only need to appoint Gong Dongyang's deputy to achieve the same effect.

We are now involved in Shan Hai Jing Semiconductor through project teams, and we have had contact with engineers in chip design and chip manufacturing.

With such a large influx of capital, under such pressure, Gong Dongyang would naturally make mistakes. Of course, it's also fine if he doesn't make mistakes; we can just keep him locked up at Shan Hai Jing Semiconductor for now. Good managers are rare indeed!

Jing Gao already understood what kind of strategy this was. After being a super-rich man for so many years, he had indeed gained some insights: human nature really cannot withstand the test of money.

Now, Lao An's intention is to test Gong Dongyang.

If Gong Dongyang fails the organization's test, he will be imprisoned for "job-related crimes" and his career will end. If he does pass the test, then it will be a good opportunity to gradually weaken his power.

"Old An, isn't this a bit too much of a problem? Station Chief Wu from the undercover operation said that politics without human touch is short-lived."

He and Lao An were catching people fishing, and then enforcing the law.

He disliked Gong Dongyang. Guo Pojun was Wanwan's (Ouyang Wan's) man, so he had some influence with him, and Guo Pojun's management skills were indeed quite good. As a result, Gong Dongyang used his "technical advantage" to oust Guo Pojun.

However, he didn't actually intend for Gong Dongyang to be imprisoned for more than 10 years. For embezzlement, a minimum sentence of 10 years is imposed for amounts exceeding 1500 million yuan.

He had just promised Lao An a $10 billion investment in chip design. If Gong Dongyang were to harbor even the slightest greed, it would be a 10-year or more investment.

When Guan Yujia heard Jing Gao quote a famous line from "Lurking," she couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle softly, her beautiful, affectionate eyes glancing at her lover with a subtle, alluring look.

Given Brother Jing's social standing, who would quote famous sayings from TV dramas? Unless it's the kind of literary style found in the old Three Kingdoms.

An Zhiwen smiled and put down his chopsticks, saying, "President Jing, once we have something on Gong Dongyang, whether or not to send him to jail for a secure job is entirely up to you."

Jing Gao nodded slightly in satisfaction and chatted with An Zhiwen about the group's personnel matters, including the revision of employee ranks, and listened to his opinions. The meal was very pleasant.

"Mr. Jing, please wait, please wait." After lunch, An Zhiwen tactfully took his leave, no longer wanting to bother his boss.

He was in a very good mood, having gained two great insights.

First, I reported to Mr. Jing on the future development strategy of Phoenix Group, which includes seven business segments. Mr. Jing gave him $1 billion in funding for each of these segments, which was a pleasant surprise.

He originally expected that getting around $10 billion from Mr. Jing would be quite good. But guess what?!

He now needs to quickly inform his trusted subordinates to launch the project, seize power, and consolidate his influence within the Phoenix Group.

Secondly, he advised General Manager Jing to "appoint based solely on merit" and to keep information that should be concealed. The Primordial Conference is a collective decision-making meeting that can coordinate resources within various groups.

But within the Primordial Council, a Partners Decision-Making Committee could also be established! It would have the highest level of confidentiality.

Unexpectedly, President Jing listened to his opinion with great courage, which meant that his restrictions on personnel within Phoenix Group were lifted.

Of course, background checks will still be conducted on executives of Phoenix and Taichu Group.

The current approach is: there's no need to spend too much time testing subordinates' loyalty; just promote them to be in charge of business, and keep confidential any information that needs to be kept confidential.

Once they've been in Phoenix and Taichu Groups long enough and have shared a common ground on major issues, then they'll have access to classified information!
Jing Gao escorted An Zhiwen to the private elevator on the 39th floor and said, "Guan Guan, please see Lao An off for me."

"Okay, Brother Jing." Guan Yujia, dressed in a light purple modified Chinese cheongsam and wearing high heels, saw An Zhiwen off.

Jing Gao returned to his office, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and gazed at the winding Huangpu River in the distance, lost in thought.

The talents he has gathered under his command are all people he has gradually recruited after getting to know them. For example, Xie Wangzhen, who is in charge of Xiamen Commercial Real Estate, Shen Jinyuan, who is in charge of Xiamen Commercial Cultural Tourism, and Liao Rong, An Zhiwen's former mother-in-law, etc.

Then, his assistants and confidantes entered various companies.

Next came the talented individuals he gathered after acquiring the Galaxy Group. Among them were his lovers, Guo Siyue and An Xiaoqian. Also, Ren He's former confidential secretary, Song Fa, joined the Phoenix Group as the president of its strategic investment department.

Hua Sheng, former CEO of Galaxy Group, has been appointed president of Henghu Pharmaceuticals, where he will be responsible for day-to-day operations.
People like Xi Siyan's father, Xi Wenbin, and Cheng Zhao's father, Cheng Herong, were his peripheral forces.

Then there were the talents recommended to him by Tan Yunqiu, a famous courtesan from Jinling. The foundation of their cooperation was the collaboration with Tianyan Capital to destroy Song Heng's company in Jinling. Song Heng was Song Yan's father.

Among them, Tan Yunqiu went to take charge of short videos, Ke Beichan joined Falou Hotel Group, and Cao Zhuang took charge of Tianyan Capital.

Then there are the talents we've just recruited, including Bo Xujie, the second-in-command of Mingyuan Group, Zhou Mingxu, who is in charge of finance, and Jiang Feng, who is in charge of financing.

In addition, there were the eleven young talents from the four families of Feng, Zhong, Fang, and Wei whom we took in yesterday. After initial contact with the four leaders, Zhong Wu, Wei Hong, Fang Yi, and Pei Qian, their talents were all quite good.

Of course, whether they can rise to prominence in his business empire depends on the success of the business they are responsible for next. Looking at the ever-flowing Huangpu River below, Jing Gao pondered his business empire, his thoughts becoming clearer and his mood more relaxed.

Although it didn't give me the same feeling as Emperor Taizong of Tang, who thought "all the heroes of the world are now under my control," it still had its own charm!

Hey.

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The elevator doors slid open silently, and after seeing An Zhiwen off, Guan Yujia returned to the quiet floor that belonged exclusively to Jinggao.

The soft carpet absorbed all footsteps, and a faint scent of sandalwood filled the air.

As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she spotted the petite and beautiful Chu Wenjun sitting at her workstation in the assistant's work area outside the office, working intently in front of her computer screen.

The afternoon sun shone softly through the glass curtain wall in the distance, bathing the petite and exquisite twenty-four-year-old beauty in its light.

Instead of her usual black and white suit, she wore a charming white midi skirt today. Her figure was exquisite and alluring.

The skirt was designed with a touch of playfulness, revealing a pair of beautiful legs clad in ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings.

These beautiful legs have perfectly proportioned and symmetrical lines. Encased in flesh-colored stockings, their skin appears even whiter, more delicate, and radiantly lustrous.

She wore a pair of nude pink stiletto sandals with delicate straps wrapped around her slender ankles.

She was like a carefully nurtured, delicate rose, glistening with dew, her beauty tinged with a touch of pitiful charm.

Guan Yujia walked over with a smile, her high heels making a soft thud on the carpet. "Wenjun, what are you busy with? Why are you so focused?"

Chu Wenjun looked up at the sound and saw that it was Guan Yujia, her boss's superior. She quickly stood up and gave her a sweet smile: "President Guan." She was a member of the secretarial team in the president's office, directly under Guan Yujia's leadership.

My immediate supervisor is Zheng Xiaobing, Guan Zong's assistant.

“I’m compiling information on five non-core projects that Mingyuan Group is preparing to increase investment in,” Chu Wenjun said, pointing to the tables and documents on the screen. “These projects are being led by four gentlemen: Zhong Wu, Wei Hong, Fang Yi, and Pei Qian.”

The secretariat assigned me to follow up on this; I'll familiarize myself with the situation first.

The "assignment of secretarial staff" she mentioned was actually at Guan Yujia's behest.

Guan Yujia smiled knowingly, nodded, and her gaze lingered for a moment on Chu Wenjun's beautiful face and her legs, which were even more alluring under the flesh-colored stockings. She encouraged her gently, "Yes, President Jing attaches great importance to these projects. You should put more effort into them."

"I will, Mr. Guan."

Guan Yujia nodded and turned to walk towards Jing Gao's spacious main office.

Pushing open the heavy solid wood door, one sees Jing Gao standing with his back to the door, hands clasped behind his back, in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window. Outside the window is the ever-flowing Huangpu River and rows of skyscrapers. Standing there, he seems to have the entire city's prosperity under his feet.

Hearing footsteps, Jing Gao didn't turn around, but asked, "Guan Guan, have you seen Lao An off?"

"Yes, Mr. An will fly directly back to Beijing. The private jet is already ready at Pudong Airport."

Guan Yujia walked up behind Jing Gao with a smile, naturally extending her slender hand to straighten his clothes, and whispered:

"Brother Jing, if Chu Wenjun really leaves, I'll arrange a few more young and beautiful female college students for you! Or mature and charming, caring women. Or even a pretty and understanding young woman would do."

"As long as you nod, I can arrange it for you anytime."

Jing Gao couldn't help but chuckle, pinching Guan Yujia's fair and smooth cheek: "Guan Guan, why do you sound like the chief steward of an ancient emperor?"

Guan Yujia nestled in her lover's arms, gave him a charmingly disdainful look, and laughed, "Am I not your head housekeeper?"

Don't worry, I've already prepared a large selection of beauties for you, of all shapes and sizes. Just waiting for you to decide which one you like.

Her gentle and charming demeanor, typical of a respectable young woman, was now mixed with the shrewdness of a high-level executive, creating a unique allure.

Jing Gao smiled and shook his head, gently stroking the hair on her forehead, feeling the soft, fragrant touch of her in his arms, and then lowered his head to sniff her hair.

He's still recovering!
Guan Yujia listened to his heartbeat, enjoying the tranquility and sweetness of the moment, and said softly, "Brother Jing, I'll take care of the arrangements!"

Jing Gao didn't answer directly, but simply hugged her, rested his chin on the top of her head, and looked out the window at the Huangpu River.

At this moment, Wen Xiaoli, a beautiful 37-year-old woman, stood at the door. She was wearing a well-tailored light pink business suit, and she was dignified and quiet, like a rare orchid in a secluded valley.

The announcer said in a soft voice, "Mr. Jing, the gym is ready. All the beauties have arrived."

(End of this chapter)