1991 Starting from the core

As the veteran of Yuanxin, or the real "old man", Wan Yongliang's current position in Yuanxin is actually very subtle and embarrassing - of course, outsiders don't know this.

On the one hand, it is natural that Yuanxin cannot treat the veterans who have struggled together in the past badly. On the other hand, as a rapidly expanding emerging technology company, although Lao Wan works hard, it is still a bit unable to keep up with the pace of Yuanxin.

So this year, Duan Yongping made a proposal to let Wan Yongliang join the executive board.

Although Duan Yongping may have some selfish motives for pushing Cao Xiaoliang to take charge of the marketing department, more importantly, it is to give Wan Yongliang an honor so that he can accept the loss caused by the transfer of power.

But because Carter, the new global president, and Wang Chuanfu, whom Su Yuanshan strongly recommended, must enter, Wan Yongliang needs to compete with Zhou Xiaohui for the only remaining spot...

This...how could he win over Zhou Xiaohui?

Everyone knows that if the three major corporate bosses of Yuanxin, Su, Chen, and Duan, disappear collectively, Zhou Xiaohui will be the only designated successor.

So the matter was shelved.

But we can’t keep putting it off forever.

Making the best use of people's talents and making full use of materials has always been Yuanxin's purpose - and don't forget, Lao Wan is Mr. Chen's employee.

Therefore, after many discussions and seeking Wan Yongliang's opinions, Wan Yongliang will be directly in charge of ATV - or in other words, Yuanxin's future entertainment media group.

Besides Lao Wan, it seems that there is no one else more suitable for Yuan Xin.

The only thing that's a bit unsettling is that Lao Wan's status is too high, and parachuting directly there might cause an earthquake, and his intention is too obvious.

So, putting on a play is a must.

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After leaving Dingxin Media, Su Yuanshan really didn't forget to ask Jet Li for an autographed photo - of course, he didn't want it, but he planned to give it to Zhao Yan.

Su Yuanshan secretly looked at Zhao Yan's classmate records and knew that this boy's idol was Li Lianjie.

Su Yuanshan is more willing to do this kind of thing of giving roses to others casually.

After going downstairs, he went directly to the Renaissance Harbor View Hotel in Central and met Sun Xihui, who had been waiting for a long time, in the cafe upstairs.

"Sister Sun." Putting down his briefcase, Su Yuanshan sat across from Sun Xihui. Seeing that Sun Xihui was wearing a long skirt and made herself look several years younger, he joked: "Sister Sun is so beautiful today, I am sitting here , I’m afraid others won’t think we are dating.”

"...Don't make me laugh, there are wrinkles." Sun Xihui glared at him lightly, but still laughed, the wrinkles in the corners of her eyes flashed: "Didn't you say you were meeting Mr. Yang? I thought there was no need to do that. It’s official.”

"Yes, indeed." Su Yuanshan nodded with deep approval.

I just met the daughter and granddaughter of Chairman Yang Weichang last month and received a big red envelope...

If these are not our own, then who is ours?

Since we are one of our own, there is no need to be so formal and grand.

"By the way, what kind of coffee do you want to drink?" Sun Xihui looked down at her skirt, stood up and shook twice.

"Whatever." Su Yuanshan said, grabbing the briefcase and winking at her: "I just went to Dingxin Media and asked for a gift for Zhao Yan."

"What gift?" Sun Xihui walked to Su Yuanshan, sat down, and looked at the briefcase curiously.

Su Yuanshan smiled and took out the signed photo of Jet Li.

Sun Xihui smiled when she saw the photo.

"Give it to me, he is my idol."

"...I'm going to go by myself! This is a signed photo with congratulations." Su Yuanshan opened the photo as he said it. As expected, in addition to the signature, there were also words to encourage Zhao Yan to study hard.

At this moment, Fu Zhenhua, who was in the booth next door, suddenly stood up and strode towards the corner.

A panic-looking man stood up quickly, grabbed his backpack and prepared to run away. Unexpectedly, he was forced into a corner by Fu Zhenhua and the other two members of the security team.

"What are you doing? What do you want to do?"

"Take out the camera." Fu Zhenhua said expressionlessly, reaching out to the man.

"Why! I'm warning you, this is HK, a legal society - hey, let go!"

Fu Zhenhua grabbed the backpack without any ink, took out the camera, and then pulled off the film in two or two strokes.

…

The sudden change instantly attracted the attention of the clerk, and also made Su Yuanshan and Sun Xihui immediately alert. The latter quickly stood up and looked at the man who was screaming to call the police.

"Paparazzi?" Su Yuanshan raised his head and glanced.

"It seems so - he probably took pictures of me." Sun Xihui glanced with disgust, and then her secretary understood and went directly to negotiate.

Su Yuanshan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You're not a star... Why are you filming me?"

"Damn, there are so many disputes in front of a single woman." Sun Xihui looked like she was used to it, and sat down opposite Su Yuanshan again, while stirring the coffee, she laughed at herself: "The people below didn't say anything, they just thought I was I don’t know anything, and the roadside tabloids are full of all kinds of tidbits about the HK trade queen. They also say that I am the mistress of some high-ranking official... I came here to make money, and the money I earn is also from corruption. "

"If you really care about these things, you're afraid you'll be pissed to death."

Su Yuanshan stared at Sun Xihui and found that in the past two years, her wrinkles were indeed a little obvious - she was only thirty-seven years old. It was said that her maintenance was no worse than that of celebrities, it was just that she did not have injections, but she still looked not as good as celebrities.

Of course, it may also be because the star's makeup is too thick and can't be seen - at least today Su Yuanshan didn't see it very much, nor did he stare at it much.

"Well...it seems like it's really time to take care of it." Su Yuanshan stood up, waved to Fu Zhenhua, and motioned for him to bring the man over.

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"Which gossip magazine are you from?"

The man's eyes were very good. After realizing that the skills of Fu Zhenhua and others were not ordinary people, he immediately stopped resisting and just kept asking the clerk to call the police immediately. But after Sun Xihui's secretary revealed her identity, the clerk immediately gave up calling the police and just stood by to persuade both parties to give in.

At this time, Fu Zhenhua pushed and pushed the man to the side of Su Yuanshan. The clerk also knew that this gossip reporter was afraid of provoking a big shot. In order to avoid causing trouble, he quickly winked at the bar and asked them to invite the manager. .

Su Yuanshan stared at the bag that was thrown to the ground, frowned slightly, and looked at the man.

The man was about thirty, with a thin build and rolling eyes.

"Mute?" Fu Zhenhua glanced at the man coldly.

"One Weekly." The man trembled slightly.

"What is One Weekly?" Su Yuanshan frowned slightly and looked at Sun Xihui.

The name certainly sounded familiar to him, much like the gossip magazines he remembered, but his memory was always a bit fuzzy.

Disgust rose again in Sun Xihui's eyes: "Gossip magazine is the same as Apple Daily."