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In July, the hottest time of the year, the high-pitched chirping of cicadas died down at noon.The fast pace of city life is not affected by the weather at all. The excessively bright sunlight is refracted by the glass windows of high-rise buildings, and the asphalt roads and street trees are all illuminated, making people feel more and more suffocating.

The red light turns green, the zebra crossing crosses, and the white-collar workers in suits and leather shoes hurry.

This is the "new heart" on the south side of the city. Thanks to the shift of the economic center of gravity, the newly opened area, the high-rise buildings standing overnight represent the prosperity and frontier.Busy from day to night, it's almost impossible to stop.

In a building next to the main road, the big characters of "Jinglong Group" on the nameplate are like some kind of weather vane. People who pass by occasionally stop, their eyes are full of longing.

Outside the meeting room on the twentieth floor of the building, several people in suits strode through the corridor.The leader was a young man in his thirties, wearing a three-piece dark blue pinstripe suit, and he didn't feel the heat at all in the air-conditioned building.

The few people behind couldn't stop talking as they walked.

"What kind of meeting is there during the break at noon..."

"Give him some face, he really treats himself as a dish, isn't he also fighting for his father?"

"Haha, I think you still think the vice president is too young!"

"Youth is one thing, I don't accept him as an airborne soldier..."

After speaking, he had already arrived at the meeting room. The young man stopped, glanced back coldly, and cleared his throat: "Guys, please wait outside for a while. The vice president should have arrived. I'll go and confirm."

The woman in the red dress who followed behind smiled awkwardly: "Then trouble Assistant Han."

He said "no", pushed open the solid wooden door and walked in.

In the circular conference room, floor-to-ceiling windows spread out on almost three sides, making the entire room extremely bright and brilliant.The chair facing the door of the meeting room was turned back, and he saw that the man was sitting absent-mindedly, with a cup of coffee on his left hand, and walked over to touch the temperature of the wall of the cup.

"It's getting cold," he said, "shall I change your cup to a hot one?"

"No, I like to drink it cold."

Hearing this, he put the cup back on the table again: "Everyone is here, wait outside. Should I pull down the shade first?"

"Whatever. Send out the information and invite them in." The young man stood up, straightened the folds of his shirt, sat down again, raised his head and smiled at him, "Thank you, Han Mo."

Han Mo bowed slightly: "I should, Vice President Wen."

The young man who nodded to him as a sign of understanding still had a bit of the shyness of his school days, no more cowardice and restraint, replaced by the pride of a certain class and the self-confidence exaggerated by the culture on the other side of the ocean.His former baby fat has disappeared silently over time, and the formulaic smile on the corner of his mouth has an obvious sense of alienation, and it doesn't reach his eyes.

Anyone who looked at it back then would find it hard to believe that this is Wen Yu.

The thin, always drooping eyelids, a bit indifferent top student, has become like this.

He turned the documents in front of him with one hand, and waited for several middle managers to push the door in and take their seats before taking a sip of cold coffee and tapping on the table with his fingers.

"I'm looking for all the managers today, mainly because of a few things..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as Wen Yu opened his mouth, he was immediately interrupted by a fat, balding middle-aged man. He leaned on the leather seat and folded his hands in front of him, showing a bit of pride in relying on his old age: "Vice President Wen, this is During the lunch break, you have studied in the United States for many years, you should understand the importance of private time, right?"

Another middle-aged man also adjusted his glasses: "I hope Vice President Wen has something important to do."

The slightly chubby man smiled disdainfully: "Important matter? Shouldn't that be discussed by the board of directors next week? Our top managers are department directors, so it's not our turn to talk here, right?"

Han Mo, who was sitting next to Wen Yu, frowned deeply after his eccentric remarks. He covered his mouth with one hand and coughed a few times, very deliberately.

Thanks to Han Mo's cough, the meeting room was barely quiet for a while.

"Have you said enough?" Wen Yu stood up, propping his hands on the table, "I know, it has only been half a year since he took office after the end of the year, and several of you are highly respected and have devoted themselves to Jinglong for many years. The young lads from school are riding on your heads, aren't they?"

Unexpectedly, he spoke so directly, the faces of several managers turned red and white, and the woman shook a lock of curly hair hanging on her chest, and smiled awkwardly: "How can I..."

"On the day of my first job report, some of you were not high enough to attend the meeting, so you may have missed some information." Wen Yu motioned her to stop unhurriedly, speaking clearly, "But it's okay, I can introduce myself again .”

"As you all know, I graduated from the Wharton School of the University of Pennsylvania last May with a double degree in management and statistics. Now I am returning to China and have just been admitted to Yancheng University for further MBA. During my school days, I participated in the whole process of Anke and Huineng with my teachers. M&A cases, internships in MCKESSON, AXA, and CISCOSYSTEM during vacations and semesters, and did some short-term projects. Counting these, I have almost five years of work experience. Young does not mean ignorant.

"Before I returned to China this time, I had already received an offer from Alphabet. However, due to Jinglong's fourth consecutive year of losses and the pressure from the shareholders' meeting, my father hoped that I could return to China to work for Jinglong for a period of time. It is a kind invitation to nominate me to be VGM this February - and the result so far is also very pleasing."

"How about the business ability, we use the most intuitive data to speak." Wen Yu paused for a moment, and smiled deeper, "Han Mo, how is the company's stock price in these two quarters?"

Han Mo said obediently: "In the first quarter, it rose by 12%, and in the second quarter, it rose by another 18% compared with the first quarter. The shareholders' meeting is very satisfied with this result."

"Thank you Mr. Han and the board of directors for their trust." Wen Yu snapped his fingers, looked around the entire conference room, his smile suddenly turned cold, "So, you can question me, but before that, please weigh whether you are qualified. I don't I hope there will be another situation where I blindly resist work assignments because of personal emotions——I'm done, do you have any questions?"

The room was silent, Han Mo lowered his head and smiled secretly.

"No? Very good." Wen Yu picked up the documents on the table, "Get to the point, let's hurry up."

"The first one is the complaint letter that Assistant Han found in his work mailbox this morning. The letter complained about Jinglong's verbal sexual harassment of female applicants by interviewers in this year's campus recruitment. In order to protect the privacy of the complainant, the information was blurred , Some important recordings and attachments are not available here for the time being, but Assistant Han will submit them to the board of supervisors at that time."

The managers flipped through documents and chatted in a whirlwind conversation.

Wen Yu looked at them, and his eyes fell on one person: "Director Yang, I remember that you are in charge of HR, and you should be there at the interview."

Director Yang was the chubby man who confronted him first. After reading the complaint letter, his forehead sweated slightly, and he wiped it carelessly: "Vice President Wen, this, the situation at that time was like this..."

"That's true, isn't it?" Wen Yuhao stared at him, although he was politely confirming, his eyes were already sharp, "Who is the examiner who went with you?"

Director Yang: "... this... this, the matter is not..."

Wen Yu didn't even frown: "Assistant Han?"

Han Mo added: "It was the manager of the personnel department and the two supervisors who were single-handedly selected by Mr. Yang."

"Okay." Wen Yu nodded, flicked the flimsy A4 paper, "It seems that the new recruits this year will have to interview again. Assistant Han, this time you meet in person and arrange a time. I Listen in."

Han Mo: "Understood."

"As for you..." Wen Yu leaned back on the back seat and said lightly, "Using power for personal gain is a big or small thing... Next Monday, Wednesday at the latest, I want to see your resignation application."

Big drops of sweat rolled off Director Yang's head, and his voice changed: "Vice President Wen!—"

Wen Yu added: "All the examiners who participated in the interview, one application for resignation, one for each."

Director Yang: "Vice President Wen, this matter is not what you heard!"

"You can explain the details in your resignation letter, and I will submit it to the board of supervisors for you. If not, the company doesn't mind setting up a special investigation team." Wen Yu raised a finger, motioning him to put the document aside without further ado , "Second thing, Manager Huang, why didn't your leader come?"

The woman whose name was called trembled, and said hesitantly, "Director, he has something to do today."

"Then I hope he is busy with business." Wen Yu said meaningfully, "Your department has not submitted the financial statements of the last quarter for audit, and today is already the 8th."

Manager Huang's eyes flickered: "Yes... something happened temporarily."

"Status?" Wen Yu repeated, looking away from the paper, and glanced at her casually, but let her cut off everything by herself, before he continued, "There can't be any situation in the report. Remember, it's anything."

Manager Huang's expression froze: "Be sure to make a connection before leaving get off work!"

Wen Yu nodded: "The off-duty time is a bit tight, don't embarrass the people below, let's say hello to the accounting firm before twelve o'clock tonight."

Manager Huang couldn't say anything else: "Yes, yes!"

"And... the third thing." Wen Yu looked at the remaining two people, staring at them until their scalps became numb. After a while of silence, he suddenly laughed and said with curved eyes, "Starting next week, the holding company Over there, people will be sent to inspect the work, from this month to next month... I remember that there were a few receptionists from the branch office, and I will trouble you both."

The person who was called out wiped his glasses to cover up: "It will definitely be done."

The other followed closely behind: "There won't be any trouble, please rest assured, Vice President Wen!"

"That's good." Wen Yu put a few pieces of paper back into the folder and put them away, handed them to Han Mo, and slowly put down his rolled-up cuffs, "We're here today, let's do our own business."

Several people left in a frenzy, Director Yang walked last, gave Wen Yu a hard look, in return for him to smile calmly and then closed the door, the ground trembled and the three glass windows of the conference room shook for a moment.

Wen Yu pressed the back of his neck, and looked at the ceiling with his eyelids: "...Does the meeting room need to change to a glass door?"

"Okay, change as you say." Han Mo said.

After the meeting was over, it was no longer business hours, and there was no one else in the meeting room. He stood up and walked behind Wen Yu's chair, stretched out his hand to press the top of his head for him, and Wen Yu let out a soft snort of comfort.

Han Mo's voice softened: "Director Yang's affairs were ordered by Mr. Han, so that's all. In fact, you don't need to scare the chickens to scare the monkeys. Those two...don't care too much about it."

Wen Yu closed his eyes: "I know, but I have to receive it from my end... Hiss, be gentle, it hurts——"

Han Mo ignored him and continued to press his shoulders: "Are you tired?"

Wen Yu: "It hurts, hurts!"

Han Mo: "How many times have I told you, don't work so hard, take some time to exercise more. How old are you? Are you 25? Your shoulders and neck are so stiff."

"It's not even 24, I'm a young student." Wen Yu said, groaning, and took off the elite shell in a second, "It's reasonable, you work so hard, I'm really afraid that Mr. Han will know and talk nonsense— —A talented student in Lausanne, who is not a leader anywhere, so it’s not good to just give me orders like this?”

Han Mo smiled, and squeezed his shoulder hard, causing him to cry out from the pain.

But after the wailing, he opened his eyes, just in time to see Han Mo, and he was reflected in the handsome young man's eyes, which made Wen Yu's forehead twitch.He grabbed Han Mo's wrist and stopped the next move: "Brother Mo."

Han Mo said softly, "Huh?"

Wen Yu: "Have you ever thought about... changing your position? You are in this position, in fact... Well, Director Yang will leave next week, so it's just right for you to go over there to pick him up. Originally, you learned this, besides, Uncle Han... "

"Don't pay attention to him." Han Mo took a few steps back and packed up the documents in the conference room for him. The words of Nuan Rongrong sounded a bit scorching in July, "This location is closest to you, and I am happy."

Wen Yu hesitated to speak, looked at him for a while, then sighed helplessly.

Han Mo didn't wait for his response, but his expression didn't change much. He raised his wrist and glanced at the time: "Okay, you go back to the office to sleep and go to work. I'm going to Huacheng branch in the afternoon to take a look, Xiao I always have a dinner appointment with Party A, and he can't figure it out."

"If we can't talk, let's start it..." Wen Yu lazily leaned on the back of the chair.

"Where can this be?" Han Mo picked up the suit jacket draped over the back of the chair, "Let's go."

Wen Yu: "Ah."

Halfway through the black oak door, Han Mo turned his head and raised an eyebrow maliciously: "I made an appointment with a physical therapist for you, Friday... is tomorrow, the address is sent to your mobile phone, remember to prescribe medicine, Acupuncture and massage."

"Damn it!" Wen Yu almost jumped up from the chair, "I said no, the old man only uses it for physical therapy—"

"It's better for you to go by yourself, otherwise I will fly back from Huacheng tomorrow morning and personally escort him." Han Mo wiped his neck, "And tell your dad."

Then, amidst Wen Yu's wailing, he briskly closed the door.

In Dongcheng District, Wen Yu stopped the car following the sentence of "arrived near the destination" in the navigation, stuck his head out of the car window and looked around, and finally found a sign called "Huai De Tang".

The century-old store that Han Mo mentioned opened in a residential area, and Wen Yu spent a long time finding a parking space.It is said that this clinic used to be a traditional Chinese pharmacy, and after being taken over by the old Chinese medicine doctor who is now in charge, another place specializing in traditional Chinese medicine physiotherapy was opened up.

The sycamore tree was still as it was in memory, Wen Yu stopped the car, took two steps, and ran past a few teenagers in school uniforms.

The blue and white color scheme invaded his field of vision, and he couldn't help but froze in place, and it took him a while to recover.

He hadn't seen the school uniform for years.

"What are you thinking..." Wen Yuxin said, pinched the bridge of his nose, and strode into the gate of Huaide Hall.As if the smell of Chinese medicine could penetrate into the marrow of his bones, he was at a loss for a moment, and looked blankly at the small boxes behind the counter.

Doctors in white coats shuttled around, and one of them noticed him and stepped forward: "Hello, may I ask whether you are taking medicine or doing physical therapy?"

He was about as tall as him, with a fair face, a gentle expression, and a relaxing voice.Wen Yu glanced at the name tag on his chest, Shang Qiu.

"Well... I have an appointment, come and take a look first." He looked around nervously, "Look for Dr. Li."

"Mr. Li?" Shang Qiu was a little surprised, and went to check the records on the computer behind the counter, and suddenly realized, "You are Mr. Han, right, and you have an appointment here."

Wen Yu waved his hand: "My surname is Wen, and a friend invited me by his name."

Shang Qiu smiled understandingly: "Okay, you wait here for a while, Mr. Li still has a patient. About 10 minutes, you sit down, I'll pour you a cup of tea."

Wen Yu quickly said, "Thank you."

A small dimple appeared on Shang Qiu's lips, he said no, turned his head and left.There were people coming and going from the pharmacy outside, and soon Wen Yu couldn't find where he was, so he stretched out bored.

He hated the smell of traditional Chinese medicine, and he didn't believe in the so-called traditional Chinese medicine therapy. If it wasn't for Han Mo's insistence this time, Wen Yu might at most go to the orthopedics department to make an appointment and just perfunctory.Several years of high-intensity study and practice exhausted him physically and mentally. After returning to China, he didn't even have time to rest for a long time, and he went back to work non-stop.

This kind of life is busy, fulfilling, but self-abandoning.

Wen Yu lowered his head and stared at the lines on his palm, and asked himself how long it has been since he calmed down and had a conversation with himself.

It seems that since he left the familiar campus, he no longer likes to recall the past.Not to mention that he can't meet his old friends on the other side of the ocean, and even if he does, he can't say much except for a few pleasantries.

I can't tell if I'm afraid, or I'm trying to avoid something...

Wen Yu closed his eyes.

"Hello, tea." The deep and hoarse voice reached my ears. Although it was comfortable, the voice was obviously not Shang Qiu. Wen Yu was too lazy to answer, but out of politeness, he raised his hand when he reached for the teacup. head.

At this glance, the polite smile on the corner of his mouth froze suddenly.

The paper cup fell to the ground in the air, and the hot tea was splashed on the trousers, and I felt a burst of warmth through the socks.

In July, with the scorching sun hanging high and the sound of cicadas singing, his head suddenly began to ache.

"...Shi Can?" He tentatively called out the name.

The young man in the white coat in front of him withdrew his hand, opened his mouth and was about to speak, when there was a sound of footsteps behind him, Shang Qiu trotted over: "What's the matter with Xiao Cui, did you burn this gentleman? Xiao Cui?"

Cui Shican put his hands behind his back, stepped back, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

Wen Yu: "...No, it's okay."

He really never thought that he would see Cui Shican again under such circumstances.

The author says:

In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings and the so-called "demining", it is agreed that both of them have emotional experiences during the separation process, so if you mind... whatever><And the merger case mentioned in this chapter uses Vanke and An I can tell you the name of the company involved in the case. Because I don’t know much about business wars, some of the companies mentioned in the resume used the original names, but they have nothing to do with the actual company. I don’t learn this in my job. If there are bugs, please feel free to correct me.