I Don’t Want To Be A Young Master

Guangcheng, Hongyang Building Material Co., Ltd.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, Zhao Hongqian called on time. After Zhao Hongyang answered, he listened carefully to the content of the call, and then sat in the boss's chair to meditate.

Zhao Hongqian mainly revealed three pieces of information to him.

1. Among all the companies invested by Golden Dragon Group, only one is a listed company, named Changhe Electronics.

Second, the behind-the-scenes shareholder of Golden Dragon Group is the Guangcheng branch of Yip's Investment Group.

3. Although the Guangcheng branch of the Ye's Group controls the Golden Dragon Group, the Ye's Group is only an "agent" holding the holding, and the agent entrusted to them is a single person.

This person is Ye Feng.

"It's good to move flowers and trees with one hand."

Zhao Hongyang narrowed his eyes slightly.

Ye Feng's identity is well hidden. If it weren't for the second brother Zhao Hongqian to hold the power in the Department of Finance, and he happened to be in charge of listed companies, it would be difficult to find such important information.

On the phone just now, Zhao Hongqian told Zhao Hongyang that people from the Ye family had better not mess with it.

But before hanging up, he added another sentence: If you want to provoke, you have to leave no trace.

"Yip's Group Guangcheng Branch."

Zhao Hongyang leaned back in his chair and said the name silently several times, and the corners of his mouth gradually rose.

He already knew how to deal with Ye Feng.

Early the next morning, Zhao Hongyang went to the Ye Group.

The Guangcheng branch is located in the most prosperous area of ​​Guangcheng, where the most powerful companies in the entire Nanjiang Province are concentrated, including the top 500 companies in the country and the world.

The headquarters of the Ye Group is in Beijing, and the current head is called Ye Yun, but he has only been in office for three years. Zhao Hongyang knows that the real boss behind the scenes is Ye Shentu-Ye Yun's father.

No one knew how much money Ye Shentu had.

Forbes, Hurun, and various rankings have tried to count Ye Shentu's assets, but they all ended in failure. This guy has an unfathomable foundation.

There are even rumors that he is the richest man in the world.

Of course, this is just speculation.

Zhao Hongyang does not pay attention to Ye Shentu or Ye Yun now. He pays attention to Ye Feng.

He had never heard that Ye Shentu had two sons, and this Ye Feng, who was not good enough to stay in the capital, went to a small place like Tianhai to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. ", it should be the kind that is not taken seriously.

With this in mind, the next thing will be easier.

The Yip Group's Guangcheng branch building is the most outstanding existence even if it is placed in a pile of skyscrapers. Standing from below and looking up, it is almost 200 meters high and has a total of 66 floors.

After Zhao Hongyang entered, he went straight to the front desk.

"Hello, I am looking for your chairman, Ye Fansong."

"Sorry sir." The lady at the front desk said politely, "I need to make an appointment to see Chairman Ye."

Zhao Hongyang took out a business card and patted it on the front desk, saying, "Call him and tell him who I am, and he will meet me naturally. I am here to give him money. If you delay such good things, you can't afford it. "

The female receptionist listened, but didn't dare to neglect, picked up the phone and dialed a number. Not to the chairman, but to the secretary of the chairman.

Just kidding, there are too many people who want to see Ye Fansong. If anyone is eligible to let the front desk call him, then his cell phone must not be blown up?

The phone went through.

The female receptionist said, "Secretary Wu, someone wants to see the chairman. He is Zhao Hongyang, the boss of Hongyang Building Materials."

"Zhao Hongyang?" Secretary Wu said: "Let me ask the chairman for instructions and wait for my call."

Hanging up the landline, the female receptionist smiled at Zhao Hongyang and said: "Secretary Wu is asking the chairman for instructions, please wait a moment, sir. There is a rest area over there."

"No, I'll just wait here." Zhao Hongyang said indifferently.

While waiting, Zhao Hongyang glanced at the female receptionist.

I have to say, it's really beautiful, even more beautiful than my dozen or so secretaries.

Such a beautiful woman can only serve as a front desk in the Ye Family Group, and this is still a branch. It seems that the Ye family is indeed as powerful as the rumors.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, the phone at the front desk rang.

"Let Mr. Zhao come to the 63rd floor, the library."

"Yes, Secretary Wu."

Putting down the phone, the female receptionist smiled and said, "Mr. Zhao, the chairman is waiting for you in the library on the 63rd floor."

The elevator in this building is very fast. I don’t know what high technology it is. Although the speed is amazing, it is very stable. I don’t feel dizzy when I stand inside.

Seeing the rapid beating of the numbers above the elevator doors, Zhao Hongyang organized the language in his heart, thinking about what to say after meeting Ye Fansong for a while.

"Ding." The 63rd floor arrived.

The door was wide open, and Zhao Hongyang just walked out and saw a very elegant and capable woman standing at the door.

The woman smiled at Zhao Hongyang and nodded: "Hello, Mr. Zhao, please come with me." After speaking, she walked ahead to lead Zhao Hongyang.

Staring at the woman's swaying figure, Zhao Hongyang's lips were dry.

What he saw along the way made him feel that this building is simply a beauty's den, and that his own building materials company is weak compared to others.

After turning twice along the corridor, the woman stopped in front of a door, pointed her waist slightly inside and said, "Please, Mr. Zhao, the chairman is waiting for you inside."

"Thank you." Zhao Hongyang thanked her and opened the door.

As soon as he entered the house, Zhao Hongyang was in a trance.

It is said to be a library here, but it is larger than the average library area. There are rows of bookshelves standing in it. Roughly sweeping, there are at least millions of books.

At this time, a man wearing gold wire glasses was sitting on a huge leather sofa, holding a large book to read carefully, and on the coffee table in front of him there was a cup of drink and some delicate snacks.

As soon as the man looked up, he saw Zhao Hongyang, did not speak, and pointed to the sofa opposite.

Zhao Hongyang walked over and took a seat, then the man still didn't speak or look at him, but he looked down and read.

Zhao Hongyang noticed that the man was reading a book called "Surgery Cases". It was big and thick, like an enlarged Chinese dictionary.

Strange, except for doctors, who would be interested in such a book?

Zhao Hongyang was very patient. The man did not speak, nor did he speak. When he got bored, he stood up and took a book from the shelf at will.

This is a novel, "Snow Country" by Japanese writer Kawabata Yasunari.

Just when Zhao Hongyang had already looked in, the man opposite spoke.

"Surgery is the same as doing business."

Zhao Hongyang put down the novel in his hand and looked directly at Ye Fansong, "Oh? What's the truth? I would like to hear more."

Ye Fansong closed the book and said with a smile: "Keen observation, precise analysis, and stable operation can often achieve unexpected results. The procedures for surgery are the same, but in the process, some people succeed and some fail. The reason is that in the face of blood, successful people have a calmer mentality."

Zhao Hongyang raised his eyebrows: "Ignoring the **** calmness is indeed a necessary quality for a surgeon."

"No, it is a necessary quality for a capitalist." Ye Fansong smiled and stretched out his hand: "Hello, Mr. Zhao. I have been waiting for you for a long time."