Gossip King

On the way Gao Leng and Lao Diao went to China Europe Business School, the newspaper of Xingsheng Magazine was published today, and the official website of Xingsheng Magazine, Weibo, Gao Leng’s Weibo and all its publications were also online. , There is only one important content: the summit.

The cover is almost the same as the cover of Fengxing Magazine, and the same red can as Wanglaoji and Jiaduobao, it depends on who is more powerful. The magazines on the newsstand made the smell of gunpowder extraordinarily heavy: the two magazines were there, and suddenly they thought they were the same. But when you look carefully, the cover of Xingsheng Magazine has a line of small characters written below it to show your identity: Hosted by the Business Association.

"Boss, these two summits are exactly the same?" A passerby who bought a magazine grabbed a newspaper and stopped at Fengxing Magazine and Xingsheng Magazine and couldn't help asking.

"It's not the same, it's not the same. It's an official one. You see, this book is authentic." Although the owner of the newsstand does not read much, but the capital is at the foot of the emperor, and the small people of Shengdou have knowledge. It is sponsored by a business association. It must be official. They still understand this.

Many people do not understand, but entrepreneurs do.

Xingsheng Magazine made a strong attack, and Fengxing Magazine was blown up.

In the emergency meeting, after receiving the internal news that Xingsheng Magazine had assisted by the business association, Fengxing Magazine set the earliest record of going to work early since the publication: at four o'clock, the time when the publication was officially ready for release, Fengxing Magazine's The managers were awakened by the harsh phone calls. At five o'clock, the lights were brightly lit up at Fengxing Magazine, and the meeting room was filled with employees above the manager level. The general manager Yang Peng sat in the middle position with his face face-to-face.

"Yang...Mr. Yang, what...what should I do?" The executive officer of Fengxing Magazine took the main issue of the newly released Xingsheng Magazine that he managed to get it: "It's exactly the same slogan, even the color tone, but they have The business association assists! This...this..."

"Yeah, no one can compare to a business association!"

"I actually used the same design with us. Isn't this... Isn't this just slapped us in the face?"

"Originally, we slapped them in the face, and we were the first to hold the summit one day, but I didn't expect it would happen like this..."

"What should I do, Mr. Yang." Almost unanimously, the managers present looked at Yang Peng in a panic, hoping that Mr. Yang, who had recently taken office, could come up with a solution.

"Are you asking me what to do?" Yang Peng was so angry that he was about to explode. He slapped his hands on the conference table twice and pointed at the elites in the room: "You ask me what to do? Then what do you eat?!"

The room was silent, everyone bowed their heads and stopped talking.

Gao Leng was so absurd that he would get into the business association. Who could have expected?

"Didn't Mr. Yang said yesterday that he went to the business association to find someone? He also said that he hoped to cooperate with the business association."

"That is, I have not heard such important news after I went to the business association. This will come to us."

"Keep your voice down, he is not Mr. Yang. Mr. Yang still thinks that we have been popular for so many years, and he won’t care if he says something wrong. Mr. Yang has only been in office for one year and he has no affection for us. Be careful. Fired you."

The managers whispered carefully.

I can’t say that my boss’s right? For part-time workers, the boss can only listen, what else?

Yang Peng took all the paper media under the Xingsheng magazine that his assistant gave him. The almost same cover made him dull. When he opened the contents, the huge line made him embarrassed to the extreme: here, just It is the first summit inland.

With the official characters, Fengxing Magazine became a copycat.

How to do?

Yang Peng didn't know what to do. He studied abroad for many years and learned a lot of financial knowledge, but he did not learn what to do when faced with such a big reversal and crush. Not only were these managers panicking, but he was panicking, with fine beads of sweat coming out of his forehead.

Looking around for a week, these managers kept their heads down. They were just working. At most, they felt that if the summit was not done well, they would be divided into a lot of bonuses, which would not have much impact on them. The salary was still paid and the class was still on. But Yang Peng is different. He is the boss of Fengxing Magazine, so he can't live up to his face.

The business district is such a big one. There are financial summits that everyone is watching.

They all watched him Yang Peng and his father Yang Lao were scumbed by the high cold seconds.

Yang Peng's face was red and purple, and his teeth were itchy with hatred, but there was no other way.

"Why?" Suddenly, the door of the meeting room was opened, and Mr. Yang came in wearing an old-fashioned gray coat. As soon as he entered the aura, he suppressed the panic in the meeting room. He was holding a cup of tea in one hand. , Frowned and glanced at Yang Peng. Yang Peng quickly let the middle position sit aside.

"Mr. Yang, you are here."

"President Yang, long time no see, your body is still so good."

"President Yang is here, we have the backbone."

The managers in the conference room stood up and bowed instinctively. Fengxing Magazine was founded by Mr. Yang. Many of them have followed him for most of their lives. Unlike the managers of Xingsheng Magazine, most of them are young people. 80% of magazine managers are veterans.

"What are you cruel to them?" Old Yang glared at Yang Peng, raised his hand, and the managers immediately sat down.

"The summit is going on as usual, and there is one month left. I have just invited more than a dozen heads of venture capital companies. Venture capital companies are the favorite of some companies. Don't worry, they will not be worse than Xingsheng Magazine." Old Yang said It's easy. In fact, everyone knows in their hearts, what about a venture capital company? There must be more venture capital companies gathered in Gao Leng, but somehow, these words came out of Yang Lao's mouth, revealing years of wind, frost and courage, and it made the managers feel at ease.

Old Yang waved his hand: "Everyone should be as busy as they are, and everything at the summit will be refreshed. Isn't it just a summit? I have run a magazine for so many years, can a summit determine the status of a magazine? A joke. "

As he said, he picked up the teacup and took a sip, faintly scornful, and said in an elder's tone: "It's easy for a young man to be proud, but it is difficult for ten years. He is so cold that he doesn't understand the water in this media circle. How deep is it?"