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Ning's once-a-month regular meeting is still held according to the usual practice.

All the middle-level and above cadres from the headquarters and each branch company came, and some promising reserve talents attended the meeting together.

In the previous monthly meetings, each department reported their recent work achievements and problems encountered, and briefly talked about the next work plan, and it ended as soon as it was going through the motions.

But this time is different. After all, when the new official takes office, everyone is still waiting to see if the fire can be ignited.

This time is also the best opportunity to test the new boss up close.

Ning Xiang's attitude was very relaxed.

He was still wearing his usual favorite casual clothes and a pair of sneakers.

The only difference is probably that the health cup in his hand, which is soaked with wolfberry, Ophiopogon japonicus, and chrysanthemum tea, managed to draw a little distance from the middle-aged and elderly successful people around him.

There was a lot of people shaking in the big conference room, and Ning Xiang walked in alone. He looked small and looked like a newcomer who had just joined the company. There were even people who didn't know Ning Xiang and regarded him as an intern up.

The director of a branch company beckoned to him: "Young man, come over and help me share these materials."

Ning Xiang didn't take it seriously, and helped distribute the materials with a smile, until a person who had seen him came to stop him in surprise, and the director who was also taken aback apologized to him.

Ning Xiang still looked approachable: "You are the senior director of the Jiangcheng branch, right? I have read the market report you wrote. The logic is very clear and the feasibility is very high."

Director Gao was flattered and thanked.

After exchanging a few casual greetings, Ning Xiang walked up to the rostrum with the cup in his arms, and sat down in a corner seat. Still, not many people noticed him.

But he clearly took in the movements of everyone in the venue.

The people on the personnel side are very close to those in the investment and finance department, and the real estate side has closer contacts with the finance department. The relationship between the bosses of several factories and the people in the general office is obviously better. Cliques are quite serious.

I don't know whether the old man deliberately let it go, or he was powerless.

As soon as Ning Xiang's eyes wandered around, Mr. Chen, who invested in finance, took the initiative to walk over.

Even if it's just greetings, he has a gloomy aura about him, and the cold wind blows over him.

"I heard that Mr. Ning is currently spot-checking the work of our department. If there is any problem, Mr. Ning just point it out directly." Even when talking about work, his voice is deep and deep, making people uncomfortable.

Ning Xiang didn't like this guy very much, but he didn't show it at all, just smiled: "Chen is always a professional, I have no qualifications to give advice, I just get familiar with the business."

Mr. Chen laughed lowly, still gloomy: "You are the superior leader, and we are part-time workers. What can we not say?"

Ning Xiang glanced at him and laughed: "What superiors and subordinates, aren't we all for the better development of the company?"

When Ning Xiang said this, Mr. Zheng from the real estate company happened to come over. He patted his fat belly, and immediately said: "That's not the reason, Mr. Ning has a big heart. Old Chen, you are too short-sighted gone."

Mr. Chen glanced at Mr. Zheng who suddenly came in, with an unnatural smile on his face, and he didn't answer his words, but said: "Mr. Zheng is also here to report on work, right? Farewell."

When Mr. Chen was far away, Mr. Zheng still didn't forget to say in Ning Xiang's ear: "Mr. Chen's business ability is strong, but he is a bit weak. Mr. Ning, don't take it to heart."

Ning Xiang looked at this guy who wanted him to fight with President Chen all the time with a half-smile.

Although the poisonous snake is dangerous, this smiling tiger is not easy to get along with.

But the dragon's pond and the tiger's lair always have to break through.

Ning Xiang lowered his head and took a sip of chrysanthemum tea, and when he raised his head, he still smiled innocently: "I think Mr. Chen has a pretty good temper, not like a narrow-minded person."

"That's because we've been together for decades, otherwise I wouldn't be able to figure out his nature," Mr. Zheng laughed, and then continued: "By the way, Mr. Ning, I have something I want to discuss with you first." Please report back, and I hope you can support me a lot when the next meeting is held."

There is a voting process in the monthly meeting, which is the work plan proposed by each department. Others can express their approval or opposition, as long as they need to give practical and reasonable reasons.

At the beginning, this policy was indeed democratic and open, and it was helpful to the company's decision-making. However, after a long time, coupled with insufficient guidance, it was still reduced to a tool for tearing apart.

Ning Xiang didn't express his opinion at this time, but just quietly listened to Mr. Zheng's introduction of his big plan.

There is an exclusive real estate company under the Ning family. At the beginning, it was just a small business, buying and selling some land and shops in Pingcheng City. Later, it gradually expanded and developed to surrounding provinces and cities.

With the rapid development of the city in the past few years, housing prices have skyrocketed all the way, and the benefits of real estate are almost ten times that of the original Ning's main industry.

Because of this, the originally inconspicuous real estate executive also rose all the way, and now everyone wants to sell Mr. Zheng some face.

He now has a more ambitious plan, which is to use the land around Xincheng Park as the target to build a huge business district covering residents' living circles and consumption circles. If it goes well, this model can be rolled out across the country.

This plan is as exciting as it sounds.

Ning Xiang remained silent, and just glanced at him indifferently: "This project needs a lot of funds."

"Mr. Ning, now is the best time for real estate development, and there is such a piece of land released. If you don't grab it now, there will be such a good opportunity in the future."

Mr. Zheng persuaded Ning Xiang almost heartbroken: "Besides, it's useless to invest money in the financial side anyway. Look at their profits over the years. It's pitifully small. It's better to put it in real estate." Come here."

Ning Xiang smiled noncommittally: "Have you talked about this with the old man before?"

Mr. Zheng sighed: "After all, the old man is old and conservative. He doesn't have the drive of young people. If you want me to say, what's wrong with the industry, it's better to put all your energy on the real estate side and stock up on a few potential properties. Wang, the assets can be multiplied several times in a few years."

Ning Xiang still smiled and looked at him meaningfully.

Smiling and laughing, the smile on Mr. Zheng's face finally couldn't be maintained, he just had a joke and left.

Ning Xiang lowered his head and took another sip of water.

After waiting for another ten minutes, the monthly meeting finally officially started. Ning Xiang was invited to the middle by the host, but he shook his head and still sat on the farthest seat.

Many people below couldn't help whispering to this man.

"He looks really tender, similar to my child who is still in high school."

"Is your child worth tens of billions? It is said that this is not only a rich second generation born with a golden spoon in his mouth, but also has a good business outside. If the old man hadn't disappeared suddenly, he might not be willing to take over his own business." Woolen cloth."

"I heard that the old man was murdered by his youngest son? These wealthy families are always messed up, and it's still the wish of the small family."

"Then are you willing to ask for money or do you like it?"

"...That's still money."

"Speaking of which, this guy seems to be having an affair with a guy. I've seen that guy before. He looks really good. It's a pity."

"It's a pity, anyway, no one is in charge of it, you can play as you like, these rich young people have never played anything exciting, I heard..."

"Really? Is it so outrageous? I've heard that this man is ignorant, and Ning's family is in his hands. I really don't know what will happen."

"Oh, who knows!"

Anyway, there are not many who are optimistic about Ning Xiang, but a lot of people envy his luck and family background.

Having said that, a different family background is also a kind of luck.

All in all, he is a rich second generation who has no ability but is very lucky. I just hope he has a little self-knowledge and doesn't mess around with the company.

In fact, in the first half of the monthly meeting, Ning Xiang's performance was very in line with the expectations of these people.

He hardly spoke, and occasionally lowered his head to take a sip of tea, his eyes blinked, and he looked very obedient.

It has aroused the love and affection of many middle-aged and elderly women.

It's really pitiful to think that this poor little girl lost her mother a long time ago, and now her father is also dead, and can only face a room full of wolves, tigers and leopards alone.

Director He of personnel affairs looked at the young man with love and compassion for a long time, feeling very distressed.

The first half of the monthly meeting is the previous work report, in the order of each department, and the progress is very fast.

During this process, Ning Xiang hardly said a word, nor did he pick up a pen, just like a poor student who was absent in class, as if his mind was not on it at all.

Seeing Ning Xiang's performance, the old Zheng of the real estate company was speechless, and suddenly felt sorry for the office he gave up. He always felt that he was bluffed by this kid.

Mr. Chen, who invested in finance, was still pinching a white handkerchief and wiping his hands slowly, with a more gloomy and calmer expression on his face.

After reporting for a while, the host of the meeting finally asked Ning Xiang: "Mr. Ning, do you have any instructions?"

Ning Xiang took another sip of tea: "Everyone has worked very hard in the first half of the year, and all the work has been done very well. I have nothing to say."

Some people curled their lips in disdain, guessing that the young man probably didn't understand at all.

Really, it is a straw bag with a golden jade.

Ning Xiang didn't care, he just shook the teacup and looked at the golden chrysanthemums, bright red goji berries, and jade-colored Ophiopogon japonicus mixed together in the cup, which was beautiful and lively.

The tea is also amber in color, warm and hot, just right to drink.

The regular meeting entered the next process. Several department bosses reported the work plan for the next stage, and there were several big proposals that also needed to be approved by the superiors.

These plans are very rough, basically to let the upper-level people of the company have such an impression, so as to facilitate the robbing of resources and funds in the future, so it is natural to say something fancy.

At this time, the various departments are the most violent, and sometimes they can even fight directly.

It is said that Mr. Zheng from real estate and Mr. Chen from investment and finance disliked each other because they quarreled so badly that they finally couldn't help but started to fight, and even grabbed two pinches of each other's hair.

Since then, the two departments have disliked each other, and they have to fight on almost everything.

Mr. Ning probably considered balance, and did not stop this kind of overt and secret competition, and even let it go.

If not...

Ning Xiang glanced at Mr. Zheng who was spitting on the stage with a half-smile, and looked down at his watch.

I don't know how it's going over there.

Just as Ning Xiang was thinking about it, Mr. Zheng turned his head and asked Ning Xiang for instructions: "Mr. Ning, what do you think of my plan?"

"The risk is too great," Ning Xiang said noncommittally, "Can the company afford so much money now?"

"It's just that the initial capital needs are a little bigger. As long as the project starts, the bank's loan is also very easy." In this kind of semi-public monthly meeting, he would not directly say that the target is the king of the land, but only vaguely He hinted vaguely, "Ning already has enough experience in real estate development, and he will definitely help the company to a higher level."

Ning Xiang just smiled and didn't speak.

The next person to speak was the gloomy Mr. Chen.

When he stepped onto the stage, he even exchanged a vicious glance with Mr. Zheng who was about to step down, and then sat down: "Our department's investment plan for the second half of the year is mainly..."

No matter the tone of his speech or the level of incitement in the content, he is far inferior to the previous one. A bunch of professional words are connected in a string, which makes people drowsy.

Just when Ning Xiang was also drowsy, his cell phone lit up.

Ning Xiang looked at the text popping up on the phone interface and smiled slightly.

Finally waited.

Mr. Chen's speech on the stage finally ended, and most of the people were drowsy. Even the host was stunned for a moment before habitually asking if there was any problem.

At this moment, Mr. Chen's nemesis, Mr. Zheng, stood up and started to ask questions with his big belly.

But he probably didn't understand just now. Although he attacked inertially, the attack was weak and weak, as if to support the people on the stage.

After a while, Mr. Zheng sat down angrily, and the host confirmed again. When he was about to enter the next session, Ning Xiang finally spoke.

"I happen to have a few questions that I don't quite understand, and I want to ask Mr. Chen to answer them." He still looked harmless to humans and animals.

Mr. Chen looked at Ning Xiang gloomily.

He was curious as to what questions this idiot could ask.

The people in the audience couldn't help but start talking.

Many people have long been curious about whether Ning Xiang will do something to the old man left behind by the former general manager, and how he will do it.

Mr. Zheng, who had just returned home in a feather, also straightened up.

I didn't see it, but Ning Xiang asked a question that seemed completely irrelevant: "I heard that the investment department recently opened several new accounts. What's the matter?"

Mr. Chen's face was slightly taken aback: "The main reason is to avoid risks reasonably and clarify the use of funds. Different funds go to different accounts, which is more convenient for management."

Ning Xiang nodded and smiled: "I remember that my dad transferred 8000 million yuan into an account before his death. Which account is the money in now?"

Mr. Chen frowned sluggishly: "Mr. Ning, did you remember wrongly? I don't remember having this money."

"Why not?" Ning Xiang still smiled, "I still have the receipt of the money."

Mr. Chen began to tap his fingers slightly again, the expression on his face remained unchanged, he just said calmly: "After the meeting, I can accompany Mr. Ning to investigate whether there is such money, but I personally remember that the old man Nothing about it was ever mentioned.”

"Why not?" Ning laughed loudly, then looked down at Mr. Zheng, "Didn't Mr. Zheng remit the money to a private account with you? If I remember correctly, you and Mr. Zheng each I got 8000 million, and there are more than [-] million others, I have to say, the two are quite generous."

As soon as he said this, everyone in the conference hall was at a loss, and then there was a commotion.

"What does Mr. Ning mean by that?"

"Is it... Accusing these two of embezzling public funds?"

"But these two are not deadly enemies, the kind who can fight directly with a word?"

"There must be a mistake somewhere. The young man is always impulsive in doing things. Maybe he just pinches something and thinks he has discovered a big problem."

Whispering voices sounded everywhere, but most of them didn't believe it.

After all, no matter how you look at it, the two that Ning Xiang accused would never get along anyway.

Mr. Zheng stood up suddenly with his big belly, his face was flushed: "Mr. Ning, you are slandering me!"

Mr. Chen on the stage had also stood up completely, his thin figure looked more and more like a ghost under the light.

"Mr. Ning, you are responsible for saying this." He said darkly.

"Of course I have evidence." Ning Xiang smiled lightly.