Volume 4: The World of Great Conflict Chapter 0455: Breaking into the Interior
"General Manager Wu is already waiting inside. Deputy Manager Nan, please come in."
Zhang Fuxin knocked on the office door, then pushed it open and made a "come in" gesture.
As the door opened, Nan Yi followed it inside and saw a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses sitting on a large chair inside. He was thin, with a calm temperament, and did not have the strong aura of a superior.
"General Manager Wu, Deputy Manager Nan is here." Zhang Fuxin walked to the desk and said to Wu Fuye.
"Manager Nan is here. I'm so sorry. I was so focused on reading documents that I didn't hear the knock on the door." Hearing Zhang Fuxin's reminder, Wu Fuye closed the folder in his hand, looked up and smiled.
"You are pretending like a garlic clove. Are you trying to insult my intelligence? I have checked every detail of what color underwear you are wearing today. I don't even know what kind of person you are. Just keep pretending."
Nan Yi muttered inwardly, then said with a smile, "Manager Wu is devoted to his work, which is a blessing for Jardine Matheson Bank. I should learn from him. I will come to work half an hour earlier tomorrow. If there is anything I don't understand, I can also ask him outside of working hours."
"If you act serious and show off to me, I will defeat you. I will come to ask for advice at 8:30 tomorrow. See if you are there."
Nan Yi's criticism was actually not quite accurate. Wu Fuye was not a prodigal son who worked for three days and rested for two days. He just did not focus on Jardine Matheson Bank. Instead, he was working seriously as a director and department manager of another company.
The company is called Old Mutual, a giant in the insurance industry.
The insurance industry has huge potential and money-making prospects in the past, present and future. It is not wrong for Wu Fuye to focus on expanding the Wu family's shares in OldWay and expanding his influence in OldWay.
However, that must be built on the basis of a stable foundation in the rear. It is not yet his turn to have the final say in the Wu family. It would be a big taboo to expand without completely controlling the rear. To resist foreign aggression, one must first stabilize the country.
"Manager Nan has just arrived and you are planning to work so hard. I believe that you can bring a new look to Jardine Matheson Bank." Wu Fuye stood up and said, "Manager Nan, I will take you to meet my colleagues in the bank."
"Okay, Manager Wu, please."
Jardine Matheson Bank opens at 9 a.m. and starts business at 9:30 a.m. Unlike usual days, the sales clerks on the first floor were ready early. Today's supervisor's speech was also omitted, and all the bank's employees were waiting in the business hall.
Wu Fuye led Nan Yi into the business hall, clapped his hands, attracted everyone's attention, and said loudly: "Everyone, today our bank has welcomed fresh blood, Nan Yi, the bank's new deputy manager..."
Wu Fuye spoke directly in Cantonese instead of Mandarin or English.
Nan Yi swept his eyes across the entire hall. All the employees were yellow-skinned. He didn't see a single employee of other skin colors. Some of them also spoke Cantonese, which meant that most of the bank's employees were from Guangdong Province.
The bank is located in London and employs only Chinese people. It would be strange if it could expand its business.
"Now, please invite Manager Nan to speak. Please give him a round of applause." After Wu Fuye finished speaking, he gestured to Nan Yi.
Nan Yi nodded slightly to Wu Fuye, turned around and faced the staff in the hall. He did not choose to put his hands down, but clasped his fists and bowed to express his gratitude to everyone. After the applause stopped, he said: "Thank you everyone, it is an honor to work with you. In the future, if I do anything wrong in my work, please forgive me..."
There was nothing special about Nan Yi's inaugural speech, it was just the same old clichés. His summary of experience showed that anyone who could say something fancy in an inaugural speech was a busybody who had talent but did not show it, and even if he had talent, he would not show it at this time.
After the inaugural speech, everyone dispersed and Nan Yi was taken by Wu Zaisheng to the office arranged for him by the bank.
"How is it? I asked the administrative department to set up the office. Are you satisfied?" Wu Zaisheng said as he entered the office.
Nan Yi looked around and nodded, saying, "Not bad, you've put in a lot of effort. The bank should have a lot of things to do. Just do your thing, I'll take care of myself."
"Okay, then I'll go back to my office. If you have any questions, call me. This is the contact book. It has the contact information of all the bank's internal staff, as well as the extension number of each office." Wu Zaisheng said, pointing to a black plastic-covered book next to the phone.
"OK."
"Then you sit down, I'll leave first." Wu Zaisheng said, and left Nan Yi's office.
Nan Yi turned around in his chair and carefully scanned every corner of the office, not missing any details. He wanted to see if there was anything in his office that shouldn't be there.
Fortunately, nothing wrong was found on the surface.
Turning the chair back to its original position, Nan Yi took the briefcase he had brought with him, unzipped it, took out a teacup from it, took a sip of water, put the teacup back into the briefcase, took out a pen from his jacket pocket, opened the contact book in his hand, and took a quick glance. There were only about a dozen extension numbers.
It took Nan Yi ten minutes to memorize the number and the corresponding name and position carefully, and with another flick of the pen, the contact book was stamped back.
Then, Nan Yi did not do anything and just sat in the chair in a daze. According to the normal process, there should be a meeting to clarify his authority, but Wu Fuye did not reveal this intention just now. He wanted to wait and see if there would be a phone call to notify him.
Time passed by minute by minute, and by 10:20, there was . Nan Yi guessed that this process was skipped and he, the deputy manager, was ignored.
Just ignore it. Nan Yi picked up the phone and called the HR Director Lin Pai, asking him to come to his office.
After a while, there was a knock on Nan Yi's office door.
"Come in."
"Nan Class 2, are you looking for me?" Lin Pai asked as he walked into Nan Yi's office.
Nan Yi found the way Lin Pai addressed him strange. The term "Class 2" must have been used before the Opium War. Class 1, Class 2, and Class 3 corresponded to different positions from high to low.
If Wu Fuye is considered the big class, then Nan Yi is indeed the second class.
But it sounds good to the big bank shift, but not so good to the second bank shift.
"Oh, yes, Director Lin, please take a seat." Nan Yi waited for Lin Pai to sit down before continuing, "Business Development Department, I am alone now. If I want to develop business, I need to add staff. Isn't that why I ask Director Lin for help?"
"Class 2, South, please don't say that. You are the boss and I am the subordinate. You just need to arrange any work." Lin Pai kept a humble attitude when he spoke.
"Well, it's like this. The Business Development Department currently needs two people who are proficient in investment business. White people are preferred, graduates from local prestigious universities are preferred, and candidates whose families have connections in London are preferred.
Two people who are proficient in loan business are also needed, again, white people are preferred;
In addition, two office clerks are needed;
Find me another assistant, female, appearance doesn’t matter, as long as she has no family burden and can accept high-intensity work. For other conditions, you can refer to the job requirements of the same level positions in other companies.
Finally, I need a PR talent, female, no older than 30, pretty, experienced, the kind who can get things done without making too many sacrifices. I don’t want the bank to have any romantic disputes.”
After Nan Yi finished speaking, Lin Pai frowned and said, "Nan Erban, the others are easy to say, but it's not easy to find a PR talent like this. Someone who can meet your requirements must already be in a high position, so how could they choose to come to our Jardine Matheson Bank?"
"I know it's not easy. You can set a higher price, 100,000, 200,000, or even higher. How about this, Director Lin, you just need to promise the candidate a high salary. I can negotiate the specific figure. The same goes for other important positions."
"Understood. I will post the job posting when I get back."
"Well, that's it. Director Lin, go ahead and get busy."
"Goodbye, South Class 2."
Lin Pai stood up, put the chair back to its place, turned around and left Nan Yi's office.
Nan Yi stared at Lin Pai's back, thinking, "This Lin guy agreed readily, but he may not care. Wu Jingyuan agreed to give him autonomy, but he didn't come to support him today. Does he not want to provoke Wu Fuye too much, or does he want to test his own quality?"
Subconsciously, his fingers were about to tap the table, but Nan Yi suddenly came to his senses, retracted his fingers, and tapped his thigh instead.
Nan Yi only did one piece of official business in the morning, and spent the rest of the time either thinking or daydreaming.
At lunch time, Wu Zaisheng called and asked him to go out for lunch together. Before Nan Yi left, he did not forget to wipe the phone, close the door, and turn off the welding torch.
When he returned to the office in the afternoon, Nan Yi continued to think and daydream. He felt that this was not bad. He was earning a salary of more than two thousand pounds, close to three thousand pounds a day, but he was thinking about his own affairs.
This is how Nan Yi spent his first day working at Jardine Matheson Bank.
At dinner time, at the Wu family's dining table, the discussion about Nan Yi started again between Wu Jingyuan and Wu Zaisheng.
"Your second uncle is too narrow-minded and intolerant. Even if he is dissatisfied with Yizai's arrival, the proper etiquette and procedures should still be followed. He didn't even hold a high-level meeting and didn't clarify Yizai's authority. How can he carry out his work?
But it's good this way, we can see what Yizai is capable of. The Jardine Matheson Bank is like a stagnant pool of water right now, let him stir it up."
"Grandpa, we asked Ayi to come here to revitalize the bank, but now he has such a big shackle, how can he carry out his work with peace of mind?"
"Ah Sheng, who doesn't have some shackles? When you want to do something, there will always be someone who will come out and hold you back. If Yizai can't even handle this, then he is not a great talent and is not worthy of my attention. Let's wait and see how Yizai breaks through."
"President, does Wu Jingyuan want to train you to be a minister for Wu Zaisheng?"
At Downton Abbey, Nan Yi and Ueto Masami were also sitting opposite each other eating. They were having grilled fish today.
"Your analogy is not appropriate. I am not an old official of the Wu family. You should say that Wu Jingyuan asked me to be Wu Zaisheng's study partner. Most of the princes' study partners are children of aristocratic families, and they will basically become important officials of the court in the future.
Haha, that's not right. Damn it, what do I think of myself as? Wu Zaisheng is Yuwen Chan, and I am Yang Jian."
"No, I think you, President, are more like An Lushan."
"Go away, even if I am An Lushan, you can never become Yang Yuhuan."
"I don't want to be Yang Yuhuan. Body odor is too terrible." Ueto Masami frowned and raised her hand to smell it.
"What are you thinking? Be careful or I'll ask you to go back to Tokyo and be a teacher."
"Being a teacher is also good. When I retire, I will go to a university to teach."
"Yeah, the teacher is very nice." Nan Yi took some bean curd sheets and dipped them in his vinegar bowl, then put them in his mouth and chewed them, muttering, "The bean curd sheets are too expensive. The grilled fish in the restaurant doesn't have bean curd sheets. It's better to add more bean sprouts and green vegetables. Foreigners like them, and the cost can be reduced."
After chewing the thousand sheets of paper, Nan Yi picked up his wine glass and said, "Yamei, how about some?"
"No, this wine is too unpalatable. President, how can you get used to it?" Looking at the ugly color in the wine glass, Ueto Masami frowned.
"You don't know how to appreciate it. Just smell it, it has a strong medicinal aroma. Let me tell you, it contains acanthopanax bark, cinnamon bark, angelica, and ginseng. Well, I guess there's not ginseng." Nan Yi said as he took a sip. A choking taste entered his throat and his nose also smelled a strong aroma of Chinese medicine.
"Eupatorium bark is a good thing, but it's too expensive."
"Two pounds is still expensive, President. You must remember that you are a rich man."
"Oh, if you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten that I still have several million dollars in my account. Alas, I have lost myself, the evil money. I still remember that I was a poor peasant for three generations, and I had a good family background..."
"I have no money in my pocket and I'm in debt." Ueto Masami continued, following Nan Ruoyin's voice.
"Naughty, I haven't seen the little girl for a long time, I miss you so much." Nan Yi was already a little tipsy and was about to pick up the phone to call Nan Ruoyin, but when he thought about it, he realized it was already past three in the morning in Xiangkeng, so he gave up the idea.
"I don't want to." Ueto Masami curled her lips. "I am still in charge of Yiguo's business. From loss to profit now, the second lady didn't give me a penny of salary, let alone dividends."
"Ha, you don't need to tell me this, go and ask her for the settlement yourself. This little girl is richer than me now, and I might have to borrow money from her someday."
More than 9,000 kilometers away, Nan Ruoyin smacked her lips, turned over while holding her big crocodile, muttered "bad dad, stinky dad", turned over, and continued to sleep soundly.
As the moon set and the sun rose, Nan Yi's work content changed the next day. He no longer sat in a daze or thought, but studied the business information of Jardine Matheson Bank. Another day passed like this, and on the third day, Lin Pai came to his office with several resumes.
"South Class 2, I have received a lot of resumes in the past two days. I have screened them and these are the ones I think meet your standards. Please take a look."
Nan Yi took the resume suspiciously, feeling its thickness. His requirements were so high, how could it be easy to find the right person?
