Digital Kingdom

The banquet ended smoothly. The whole process was warm and comfortable. A group of people were full of food and drink.

Wang Zhengjun did not intend to show off, and Tianyuan colleagues deliberately flattered. Thinking of the previous work and life, everyone can say one or two interesting things.

Some people left because of their families, and most people stayed and continued to have fun.

After Song Wen learned that the home theater was synchronized with the national theaters, he took a few friends to watch the latest blockbuster movie "The Murder Chaser".

The remaining people drank tea and chatted in the reception room.

"Sister Jun, what do I want you to do in the future?" Xi Yaoyao has been following the hostess, winking and helping.

"There is a Qingjun tea house in the Liulin Mansion. When you are free, go find me for tea", Wang Zhengjun answered with a smile while holding a tea tray.

"Qingjun Tea House, I know, it's not far from our company," Hu Yibo took, "I knew you were the boss, so I didn't spend any wronged money last time."

Wang Zhengjun pursed his mouth and did not answer the conversation. The consumption of tea houses has always been heartache.

"Then Sister Jun, if you don't go to work, will you feel bored when you suddenly relax?" Xi Yaoyao asked.

Since he opened a tea house and was able to work in Tianyuan, it showed that it was a leisurely place.

"It's okay, I'm bored, you go shopping with me."

Speaking of shopping, Xi Yaoyao squinted happily, "Then I will be there on call."

"President, when will the new company open?" Hu Yibo took a sip of tea with a bit of concern.

"Well, there is a small fight over there, no formality, I don't know when there will be business", Wang Zhengjun shook his head.

Said it is a company, but a family investment, it is not worth fighting, and there is no such thing as the opening ceremony.

Seeing that Xi Yaoyao was a little puzzled, Wang Zhengjun explained a little bit, “I registered an art investment company to manage family finances.”

Xi Yaoyao's expression moved, and she said excitedly, "Sister Jun, I can advise you. My university majored in art marketing, with a minor in accounting."

Hu Yibo's face turned black when he heard it, what kind of messy Xi Yaoyao's profession, was the Ministry of Human Resources blind when he entered the company?I looked up at the standard internet celebrity face, uh, maybe it was because the subordinates weren't blind that they didn't hold them and recruited people.

"Okay, I'm at a loss now, and I need professional advice from an insider." Wang Zhengjun smiled.

As long as there is money, people who are more professional than Xi Yaoyao can be found. However, acquaintances are easier to gain trust, not to mention, the relationship between the two has always been good.

"Sister Jun, have you ever thought about what kind of investment is the main investment?" Xi Yaoyao was excited, ignoring the boss's black face.

"I have an understanding of Chinese painting myself, so I will start with this aspect first, and prepare for a personal painting and calligraphy exhibition later. Everyone is welcome to join me at that time." Wang Zhengjun thought about it and said his plan.

Hu Yibo said, "This is really climbing the top, and even the painting and calligraphy exhibition is open. Isn't the next step going to the auction house?"

Xi Yaoyao was even more stunned, as if she changed someone overnight. Is this the Wang Meiren I know?

If you talk about wealth, you can fall into the sky and get rich overnight.That personal skill was the result of long-term training, and I never knew that Wang Zhengjun was still a masterpiece.

If you dare to open a personal painting and calligraphy exhibition, even if you praise it, it is still at the industry level. From this point of view, Wang Zhengjun should have a brush.

"I must come, I must come, I haven't heard you mention it before" Hu Yibo didn't show any clues, as if the other party was really a painter.

"Hobbies, no one can do it", Wang Zhengjun was humble.

Someone secretly vomited, "If you can't get it, you still have a calligraphy and painting exhibition."

"Sister Jun, can you enjoy the calligraphy now?" Xi Yaoyao was extremely interested.

"I'm sorry, I didn't put it here. It's in the old house. If you like, take the time to go to the Poly Feili community in the past two days." Wang Zhengjun apologized.

"Sister, you didn't live here?"

"It's a bit far away from the company. I usually live in Pingliang Street", Wang Zhengjun replied.

"Then why did you think of going to work in Tianyuan?" Xi Yaoyao sighed with emotion, really out of the sky.

I am still struggling for a house. Sister Jun has mansions everywhere. Pingliang Street is the center of the city. The housing prices of high-end residential quarters have soared to 200,000 yuan per square meter, tens of millions at random.

"Your brother-in-law is busy with work every day, and I am bored at home. There is no need to worry about me at the tea house and find something to do, so as not to leave the society for too long," Wang Zhengjun said softly with a trace of memory.

The actual situation is that there is a sudden major change, from a good girl, a good wife and a mother, to almost falling into the dust, to a chance encounter with a noble person, and life is ups and downs.A person often thinks wildly at home and has a sense of illusion. Finding something to do can relieve the gloom.

"I will be able to go out and brag in the future. A billionaire working in me shows the charm of Tianyuan," Hu Yibo teased himself.

"President Hu, thank you very much for your care over the past two years," Wang Zhengjun said with a smile.

Hu Yibo was relieved when he heard the other party's sincere tone, "Look at what you said, as long as you don't blame me for arranging you too much work."

"Don't say anything polite, please don't hesitate to say what Hu always needs in the future" Wang Zhengjun replied.

She didn't feel bad for Hu Yibo. Although the other party had such a thought, she was still a gentleman. After she refused, she died. She did not deliberately embarrass her at work.

As for the thoughts, to be honest, it's not worth making a fuss about, not to mention other people, even after Zhao Ziming saw her for the first time, he had a fantasy that the beauty of beauty is not just talking about it.

Usually colleagues get along, as long as they can maintain the boundaries, regardless of whether the other party is dirty or not, Wang Zhengjun can treat each other with courtesy.

Hu Yibo smiled and said, "I will trouble you more in the future."

If you change a person, even if you have the thought of clinging to it, you may not be able to pull it off. After all, it is your own subordinate. If you suddenly change roles, many people cannot treat it normally.

For Hu Yibo, there is no such problem. The big man can bend and stretch. When he saw Jinchen Villa, he straightened his position for the first time. There was no jealousy in his heart, only fortunate.

Behind the billion-dollar mansion, at the very least stood a big business man. Without billions of assets, he would not have such confidence. If he guessed right, the man behind Wang Zhengjun was definitely not an ordinary rich man.

The Internet is easy for upstarts, and how many billionaires hide in it. If they can get on this line, it will be a leap for him or his company.

Moreover, compared with traditional industries, the Internet circle is relatively closed, and many people have nowhere to enter. Hu Yibo has thoughts in this regard, but has never found an opportunity.

Xi Yaoyao recalled the relationship between the two before. Generally speaking, it was relatively pleasant. Wang Zhengjun has always been true to people who look down on it.In the past, she felt that Sister Jun was not smooth enough to deal with others. If she changed places, she could do better. Now she knows that she has this confidence.

"Sister Jun, how did you and brother-in-law met?" Xi Yaoyao keenly noticed that when he mentioned a man, Wang Zhengjun's happiness exuded from the bottom of his heart was deliberately guided.

"It was at a celebration party held by the company." As expected, upon hearing this, Wang Zhengjun showed a charming smell all over his body.

"That was the first time we met. At the banquet, he was the center of the stage, the focus of everyone's attention, and I was just a very ordinary person. I had no idea that he would pay attention to me at that time..."

"Sister Jun, you are so beautiful, I think no man would ignore you," Xi Yaoyao flattered. After finishing speaking, she swept the men present, and the meaning was self-evident.

Hu Yibo and others rubbed their noses awkwardly.

The corner of Wang Zhengjun's mouth bends slightly, "You are also very beautiful. The people from Runtong Company next door come to borrow things every week."

Several people here laughed, and Runtong’s Sima Zhao’s heart is well known.

Xi Yaoyao is shy: "Sister Jun, don't make fun of others."

A group of people were drinking tea and chatting. It was so uncomfortable.

On the other hand, Zhao Ziming's inspection work is also about to end.

Fang Chengbo's plan was well detailed, well-founded, unique, and very feasible, and Zhao Ziming saw his own rift in his chest.

That being the case, the intensity is simply greater.

Quchao newly established a short video project team, with Fang Chengbo as the person in charge, responsible for Tang Fuqing, and the maximum supply of manpower, material and financial resources. When necessary, you can directly contact Zhao Ziming.

It can be said that the time, the right place, the people and everything are available, and Fang Chengbo has also overwhelmed all the glory. Once he fails, he is of a non-technical background, and the future can be imagined.

Even so, Zhao Ziming is not sure that he will win. To make a product, all these are external factors, and the product manager is the core.

If the product is not well done, no amount of investment will help.

If he is still competing in the social field of acquaintances, despite Fang Chengbo's outstanding performance, Zhao Ziming still finds it difficult to win. Long brother of WeChat is a genius-level product manager.

Speaking of it, Lei Jun’s Mi Talk was born earlier than Long Ge’s WeChat. When WeChat users were 4 million, Mi Talk already had 10 million users.

In the era of WeChat 1.0, both in terms of function and number of users, WeChat has been catching up with Mi Chat.At that time, the developers of Mi Talk once joked on the Internet: This is a new feature of Mi Talk. Cut a picture and post it on the forum as proof. WeChat will copy us in a few days.Sure enough, a week later, WeChat copied this new feature-voice communication.

However, Long Ge's genius soon showed up. When WeChat 2.0, he quickly caught up with Mi Talk and left Mi Talk far behind.

Now, if I want to talk about overtaking in a curve, the possibility is very slim. This is also a crime of non-war. Although Zhao Ziming has been dissatisfied, he is not too harsh.

Now that Fang Chengbo put forward a new idea, he was desperate and made the last fight.

"Okay, I hope that next time I come again, it will be the celebration party." Zhao Ziming waved his hand to the person who was sent off, got in the car, and disappeared into the night.

Tang Fuqing put his smile away until the figure was out of sight, straightened his slightly curved body, and said to the group of subordinates, "Well, everyone has been busy all day. Those who don’t have work on hand can get off work. Song, come here."

Fang Chengbo, who had stepped into the sky, didn't notice the boss's face at all. At this moment, he had already been dazzled by joy, so there was no ordinary cleverness.

Song Moxin followed Tang Fuqing back to the office. She was about to close the door. Hearing the voice, "Door, don't close", she realized that the other party was trying to avoid suspicion.

"Sit down," Tang Fuqing laughed while making tea.

Song Moxin sat upright, and she saw that after special training, her silly white smile disappeared completely.

"What's your impression of Mr. Zhao?" Tang Fuqing handed the water over.

"It should be okay. I left my contact information and said I can find him if I have something to do." Song Moxin didn't hide anything.

"Good, good", Tang Fuqing was very satisfied, and made significant progress in the first step. It seems that success is just around the corner.

As his career flourished and his status gradually climbed, Tang Fuqing's desire for power was also thoroughly stimulated, and he could climb up in his physique. In a private enterprise, success or failure is just a word from the boss.

Although he got on line with Zhao Jing early, he would have a generous gift on the festival.However, there is never too much to do with this thing. Tang Fuqing, based on the preference of the leader, put his idea on "Presenting a Girl" early.

It can be said that in this business empire, Zhao Ziming is the emperor, uttering the constitution, exporting into chapters, giving glory with one word, and knocking down the world with one word.

Just look at Fang Chengbo and you will know at what level, a person who has difficulty even seeing him, once favored, was promoted to five levels in a row, prosperous and wealthy, relying on horses to wait.

All power is concentrated in one person, so it is no wonder that Tang Fuqing came up with a crooked idea. He spent huge sums of money to select a beautiful girl for the emperor, in order to one day get a huge return.

No matter how deep the relationship is, there is no one of her own. As long as Song Moxin succeeds in taking the position, all the efforts will be rewarded.

"What should I do next?" Song Moxin asked.

"Naturally, he contacted actively. Mr. Zhao didn't talk about reading the beauty of the world, but he was also time-tested. While he is still a little curious about you, strike while the iron is hot." Tang Fuqing was straightforward.

"Ah." Even though Song Moxin has received some training, she is also the eldest daughter of Huanghua. Such a naked topic makes her face uncontrollable.

"Xiao Song, since you choose to take this path, you have to give up all meaningless thoughts. From now on, Mr. Zhao will be your heaven. He must be happy for him, sad and sad for him, full of joy, anger, sorrow and joy. With his hands, only in this way can you stand out in the fierce competition." Tang Fuqing feared that the other party had unrealistic illusions, and simply told the truth bloody.

Song Moxin didn't speak, her face was calm as water, hiding all thoughts.

"Of course, you can quit now," Tang Fuqing was trying to get rid of it. "As long as you don't take the initiative to call, and within two weeks, Mr. Zhao will completely forget who you are, and you will never have anything to do with you anymore. At that time, you can have an ordinary life, work, fall in love, get married, and have children."

"Really?" Song Moxin said coldly.