Chapter 642 Power Struggle
Lightyear Technology
Wang Xiaoxiao's office welcomed a rare guest today, and Fang Qiong also rushed over after hearing the news.
Fang Qiong is unique among the ordinary employees of the group. She does her job wholeheartedly, but has no desire for promotion and is a Buddhist.
But no one could control him. For some reason, Fang Qiong's management authority was directly under the general manager's office.
Lying leisurely on the sofa, resting his head on Tang Xi's sweet legs, rubbing his face against the slightly cool and smooth skin of her thighs. Fang Qiong opened her mouth, and Tang Xi stuffed a piece of the cake in her hand into her mouth.
"Cool!"
Fang Qiong sighed sincerely and asked, "Didn't you go to the capital? Why are you back?"
"As soon as I joined the company, I followed the team to the branch to help out."
Tang Xi shook her head and sighed, "Because Lightyear Technology is becoming increasingly powerful, Douyin has swallowed up too much of the market. Our ByteDance Huoshan Short Video has nowhere to escape. We can only save costs and reduce the number of people. The headquarters sent people to take over some work, such as publicity and promotion."
"Then you might as well come here to work." Fang Qiong suggested, "It will be so much fun when we are all together."
Wang Xiaoxiao raised her eyes and looked at Fang Qiong: "I am also ready to resign."
"What??"
Fang Qiong suddenly got up from the sofa. Nian Gao and Liang Fei had completely broken up, and she had lost a super big brother.
If Wang Xiaoxiao leaves again, he will have no one to rely on.
Tang Xi looked at Wang Xiaoxiao curiously and asked, "Why?"
"It's not good to always stay by his side." Wang Xiaoxiao said, "Liang Fei bought an e-commerce brand targeting young people as its customer base and wanted me to manage it. I agreed."
"If, I say if..."
Wang Xiaoxiao looked at Fang Qiong and Tang Xi: "If you are willing, we can do this business together."
Fang Qiong nodded immediately: "I am willing to go with you!"
"What about you?" Wang Xiaoxiao asked Tang Xi.
Tang Xi thought about it and shook her head: "I'll forget it. You're right. It's not good for everyone to stay together."
NIO Headquarters
"Li Bin, if you were in ancient times, you would be a tyrant. No, calling you a tyrant is an exaggeration. You are a fucking idiot!"
"For the position of chairman, you listened to the words of a worthless local tycoon and fired so many old colleagues who have worked for us for many years. Why? Is it because they think Liang Fei's decision to build a factory is the right one?"
"You are only looking at the petty profits in front of you. Building a factory is what our car companies should do most!"
"Now it's finally my turn , right? Fine, I quit!"
Following Liang Fei, another co-founder was kicked out of NIO’s core power, but unlike Liang Fei, this co-founder chose to quit directly.
He took what belonged to him and left decisively.
It’s not that no one has fought back, but apart from Liang Fei, no one can compete with Li Bin.
Everyone always thinks that as the helmsman of a company, a boss who has built up a considerable fortune from scratch, he should be able to plan, be prudent in his words and deeds, and be meticulous.
But why is it that there are always those successful CEOs who can make witty remarks in public and always shock ordinary people?
To sum it up in two words: floating.
If you are surrounded by countless subordinates every day, everything revolves around you and your ideas are the highest criteria for everything.
You always stand in the center of the crowd, and what you hear last is the boss's wisdom, as well as countless even more clever flattery. Over time, you will develop an illusion.
Everyone is drunk but I am sober.
Director's Office
Xu Guyong's secretary sat on his lap, her eyes seductive, her pair of black silk thighs swaying, still letting Xu Guyong touch her all over.
"Hey buddy, have you reached the lighthouse yet?"
Xu Guyong was talking to Liang Fei on the phone, but his beautiful secretary was not idle either.
Xu Guyong was annoyed and pushed the secretary under the table, then signaled with his eyes.
The beautiful secretary understood what he meant.
Xu Guyong took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and continued to report to Liang Fei on the other side of the ocean: "Zhang Zhi also withdrew. He had a big fight with Li Bin, and they were completely at loggerheads."
"Except for the two vice presidents, I am the most senior one. No, those two vice presidents are not even worthy of carrying my shoes."
"Let's close the net at some point. If we continue, I might become the CEO of NIO."
Liang Fei on the other end of the phone wondered if Xu Guyong had asthma, and spoke haltingly: "Brother, are you running?"
"Oh yeah, I'm running."
Xu Guyong's hands grasped the edge of the desk: "What should I do now?"
Liang Fei: "I will ask someone to talk to Zhang Zhi. He is a professional and will be helpful to the future development of the auto company. By the way, with so many executives quitting at once, who will make up for the original shares?"
"It's the two of us. You also get a share of the money I pay."
"That's OK, brother. Start closing the net and prepare to snipe Li Bin at the board meeting. It would be best if he withdraws on his own." Liang Fei said comfortably, "But if he himself doesn't want to be decent, I will help him be decent."
"OK!"
Xu Guyong hung up the phone, stood up refreshed, looked at the beautiful secretary who rushed into the bathroom, and stretched comfortably.
Zipping up his pants, Lao Xu leisurely ordered: "Call all shareholders. I want to talk to everyone as a co-founder."
"Understood, Mr. Xu."
The beautiful secretary was applying lipstick and immediately took the order.
Xu Guyong smiled and lifted his secretary's chin: "After you finish this mission, I will promote you to deputy director of administration."
That's why Liang Fei always called Xu Guyong a sober person. He knew very well that all the beautiful women around him were after benefits.
Otherwise, why would you accept everything and have whatever you ask for met?
Could it be because of true love?
Manhattan
After Liang Fei took a nap at the hotel, the executives of the branch company were waiting outside. They had to report their work to their boss as soon as possible.
The local media even made a very eye-catching headline because of Liang Fei's arrival.
[The young rich man of the Red Empire arrives in Manhattan, which is full of curiosity and hostility towards him]
During the interview, Liang Fei spoke in Chinese throughout, with Song Mici translating.
"Mr. Liang, we have another guest who wants to talk to you."
Song Mici served as Liang Fei's personal secretary in Manhattan, and was very competent and attentive: "He is a young congressman from a prominent political family in New York, and he has just inherited his father's constituency."
Although he is young, he is actually almost 40 years old. However, as a congressman, he has a bright future and may even run for president in the future.
Liang Fei knew this congressman. He provided a lot of help (protection) to Lightyear Technology's North American branch.
Of course, Lightyear Technology also has to provide certain returns.
Liang Fei nodded. This time when she came to Manhattan, in addition to getting to know the people and things of the branch, the most important thing was to see the local customs and practices.
It's the same everywhere.
"Mr. Charles."
The blond, blue-eyed, tall congressman walked into the room, looking like .
"Mr. Liang."
After the two shook hands and sat down, Liang Fei said to Song Mici, "Sit down."
Song Mici nodded and was about to sit down when Liang Fei said, "Sit on my lap."
Charles: “???”
Song Mici looked at Liang Fei in surprise, but still suppressed her shyness and sat sideways on Liang Fei's legs, with her hands on his neck and her face flushed.
Charles was obviously not surprised by this situation. He smiled and said, "Mr. Liang, I originally thought that Chinese men were hardworking, diligent and down-to-earth. They seemed to have no interest in anything other than work."
Liang Fei smiled: "Maybe it's because you're not at home, so you feel restrained and can't let go."
Charles lit a Cuban cigar and shook his fingers: "No, many people have lived in the United States for two or three generations."
"That's not our home either." Liang Fei hugged Song Mici, putting his hands on her slender waist, "That's right."
Charles narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Mr. Liang, your product is very popular throughout the Western world. It is a must-have app for young people. Everyone has a new way of entertainment. I want to congratulate you. It's such a grand occasion. It seems like we have returned to the time when Twitter first appeared."
“Thank you.”
Liang Fei smiled and said, "Please, Mr. Councillor, take good care of me in the future."
"Ah, that's what the Japanese say." Charles nodded with a smile, "But I don't like the Japanese. Many of my family's elders died in the Pacific Ocean."
Oh, the descendants of the fourth class people.
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After chatting for more than an hour, Song Mici sat upright on Liang Fei's thighs for more than an hour, feeling sore in the waist and back.
Until Charles stood up, Song Mici immediately stood up, and together with Liang Fei, she sent him downstairs. After watching the car leave, Song Mici hammered his waist.
"Mr. Liang, can I ask why?"
Liang Fei put his hands in his pockets and turned to walk towards the hotel: "Shouldn't you thank me for getting rid of a troublesome suitor for you?"
Song Mici caught up with Liang Fei and pressed the elevator button for him: "How did you know?"
"This is my company, and I need to know him inside out."
Liang Fei smiled at Song Mici and said, "I don't like the feeling of imbalance when things are out of control."
In the next few days, Liang Fei's schedule was very tight. She gave speeches at universities, set up scholarships, got acquainted with the local Chinese Chamber of Commerce and established relationships, while also rearranging personnel for the North American branch.
Song Mici was promoted to deputy general manager, with full responsibility for the coordination work with the headquarters.
Before leaving, a group of senior executives sent Liang Fei to the bottom of the building, and Liang Fei shook hands and said goodbye to his subordinates one by one.
"Oh, by the way, give me the car keys, I'll go shopping by myself."
Liang Fei was thinking about buying some gifts for her family, while Liang Cheng and Liang Jing were talking about wanting brand-name bags, many of which are not available in China.
It's annoying to be surrounded by people. Sometimes it's more comfortable to be alone.
Tang Ruijie was worried: "Boss Liang, you are not familiar with this place, how about asking Boss Song to accompany you?"
"A vice president accompanies me shopping?"
Liang Fei waved her hand and refused: "With such a high annual salary, let her do her job."
After saying that, he got into the car and slowly drove away.
The traffic lights at the intersection were flashing. Liang Fei's car had just started when a large truck whizzed past and crashed into it hard.
Liang Fei's car shattered into pieces in an instant, rolled over continuously, and crashed into a building.
"Mr. Liang!"
Tang Ruijie watched the accident happen with her own eyes and rushed forward screaming...
