I just want to be self-reliant

Indeed, at night, the news and forums were full of Song Xuanjian appearing in the e-commerce start-up company, and Samsung entered the e-commerce platform.

But the media still mentioned that Song Fuzhen was the chairman of the SB platform, and those forums seemed to tacitly ignore the existence of this woman.

Moreover, Li Zhengdao and Ning Zhiling looked through various mainstream forums, and there was a lot of ridicule everywhere.

For such an e-commerce platform led by women, is the Song family finished with men?

Or this kind of food, rice, oil, salt, shopping, it seems that only women do it.

In short, it is contempt.

Zhao Dezhu was a little surprised by Nanli's deep-rooted Nanquan.

How much men in eastern Guangdong respect their wives, how much men in Jiangzhou are afraid of their wives.

Women are more than half the sky, Sister Long almost covers the sky with one hand.

Then there are countless feminists jumping out to scold each other...

Li Zhengdao frowned: "This will not affect the operation of the e-commerce platform."

Zhao Dezhu relaxed: "They make trouble as they please. The more violent the trouble is, the more they help the e-commerce platform to advertise. Let's arrange SB to go online as soon as possible."

He really doesn't care, he's just doing experiments.

Li Zhengdao said yes again.

So when they returned home the next afternoon, both Song Fuzhen and Ning Zhiling stayed in Seoul.

The intensive e-commerce platform advertisements have already begun to be prepared, inviting a long list of Nanli's popular stars to endorse, and Qiao Mei is one of them.

This is what sister Zhi Ling teased and reported to Zhao Dezhu on the way to the airport: "I heard that you guys still have a short exchange in HK."

Zhao Dezhu scolded: "You don't know what I am like?"

Ning Zhiling seemed to be getting more and more lively: "I want to see your real appearance."

Song Fu was really serious: "Drive well."

Sister Zhiling pursed her lips quietly, leaned on the back of the driver's seat, and stretched out her hand along the seat gap to scratch Zhao Dezhu's waist.

It fully interprets her feeling like a little girl when parting is imminent.

Chen Yanling, the co-pilot, glanced at the back: "My team did a preliminary survey, and the demand for SNS (social media) software from Nanli netizens will obviously increase, depending on the proportion of smartphones entering the market, but this time Someone from the start-up team suggested that out of national self-esteem, it might still be necessary to launch Nanli’s own SNS software, is it necessary?”

Zhao Dezhu threw it to Song Fuzhen: "After all, you are also a shareholder of Fruit Media. If you need to do social media, in the era of smart phones, this is a very important market share, and you can control public opinion. If you think it is necessary to do it, we can do it. Let me make a business plan for you. TiTa, which is listed on Citigroup, can be made into various versions at will. For example, we call it WB in China. It is very important to hold it in your own hands, and of course it is a bit dangerous.”

Unexpectedly, Song Fuzhen said: "Don't worry, we will talk slowly next time we meet. Now I will make the e-commerce platform well first."

Sister Zhiling squeezed her hand, which meant that it was time to make an appointment to meet next time.

Chen Yanling's expression is more like a smile than a smile. Maybe she thinks that this Nanli woman is ignorant. TiTa has a market value of nearly 300 billion in Citigroup, and the country is booming. Don't you worry?

Zhao Dezhu could read Xiaogan's expression, and he explained in a low voice when he got off the car at the airport: "If you want to expand and promote, you have to use your smartphone. Who in Nanli can sell her mobile phone, and whoever walks to the front, as long as It can be pre-installed on your own mobile phone when it goes on the market, so it’s a big place.”

Chen Yanling is oh oh oh.

Then oh oh oh my mouth couldn't close.

As for the private business jet, I didn’t go to the international airport. It’s a general airport very close to the city. It’s small but very delicate.

Three business jets of different models, white on top and blue on the bottom, all have Sansun business logos.

Then there are five helicopters of different sizes parked next to it!

It is also a Sansun painting with white on the top and blue on the bottom.

Is this the consumption style accumulated by the rich generations?

Even Buffett and Lao Gai, their rich people's consumption has not reached such a point that the whole world may not know it.

Zhao Dezhu was a little amazed.

I dare not replace him.

Even if he is a gambling dog, he has also heard that how many private jets in China end well?

Absolutely don't touch this kind of mold.

Perhaps this is the reason why the Song family is often pulled out to sharpen their knives in various changes in Nanli.

That's what SB does.

So Song Xuanjian, who was waiting at the entrance of the plane, could not see the slightest bit of envy in the young man's eyes, and even a little bit of sarcasm.

Zhao Dezhu is busy.

The eldest princess mainly told: "Father's body is the most important, please take care of Zhao Jun, I hope the disease can be reversed, I will go to entrust the child's affairs in person, please keep in touch, I will take good care of SansunBuy, and never let Zhao Jun work hard waste."

Speak as formally as possible and sincerely, as if the e-commerce platform is her and Zhao Dezhu's child.

Zhao Dezhu didn't care about this, but he had no choice but to hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, the serious beauty sister before.

Sister Zhiling was still waiting by her side, her starry eyes were full, and she tried her best not to be so conspicuous, but the reddish circles around her eyes didn't know if it was her acting skills.

After Song Fu Zhenqian exhorted and exhorted her, she hugged her seemingly relaxedly, and snickered in Zhao Dezhu's ear: "I hope I can keep it fresh forever, and I won't accompany you to Pingjing. Remember to come to Shanghai to see it when you have time." I."

Finished with a light wink wink.

Let Zhao Dezhu get on the plane and still have endless aftertaste.

So where is the energy to marvel at the luxury and high-end of private business jets.

On the contrary, Chen Yanling couldn't help laughing, took over the flight attendant service with her head down, brought drinks and fruits over, and then helped Zhao Dezhu take off his suit.

The two add up to seven bodyguard assistants, some of whom carry luggage.

She is not clingy, sits far away and quietly takes pictures with her mobile phone.

It feels like it was just yesterday, and we were on that helicopter ride to Pebble Beach together.

It was Song Xuanjian who interrupted Zhao Dezhu's daydream: "You haven't had time to tell me about the subprime mortgage crisis. We feel that we have many aspects to communicate with."

Zhao Dezhu didn't know that Song Xuanjian was arrogant and arrogant ten years ago, and everyone looked down upon him.

In all kinds of rich consumption, it is even more expensive.

These business jets and helicopters are all in the pockets of those years.

So the mirrored desk made of precious wood, the large and comfortable soft air massage chair, the business jet with different configurations according to different voyages, the long-distance flight to North America and Western Europe, and the bedroom and study.

Anyway, it is more luxurious than Zhao Dezhu's last time taking Buffett's business jet.

He seemed to be looking around now, and smiled at the old man opposite: "I have already told Ms. Song my opinion. You can communicate with her when you have time. I am very optimistic about her development."

As long as he doesn't have a heart attack, Song Xuanjian will look like a healthy old man with white hair and childlike face, and a radiant face. His eyes are even sharper and brighter: "What is your purpose to support Fuzhen?"

That's right, Zhao Dezhu has this simple way of thinking, no matter who is in power, anyway, he wants to make you feel uneasy.

Being able to tease the two heirs to fight endlessly may help reduce a strong enemy in all aspects.

Anyway, it’s easy: “People in the world say that Samsung is very good, but in my opinion, it’s nothing more than that. Speaking of your huge industries, in fact, the only ones that make money are electronic appliances, chip semiconductors, and LCD screen production lines. What else? If the hotel is not for Ms. Song's ability, I heard that it is a nursing home for your old subordinates, let alone making money for development, right?"

Hey, Zhao Dezhu really made Song Xuanjian's blood pressure rise when he opened his mouth!

But in the past two days, Zhao Dezhu heard that Li Zhengdao was dealing with Samsung's situation. This huge aircraft carrier has more than 80 independent group companies, covering all walks of life.

Most of them really didn't make any money, and they all depended on these companies.

Of course, it can be understood that not everyone on the aircraft carrier flies out to fight, and there are many logistics support departments.

These companies also underpin Samsung's most profitable industries across the board.

However, Zhao Dezhu and Li Zhengdao scoffed at such a large and comprehensive corporate philosophy.

They put more emphasis on precise segmentation, carrying so many burdens, and they are particularly bloated and heavy in the face of market changes.

Song Xuanjian doesn't understand these principles, he also wants to clean up, but it must be extremely difficult.

Zhao Dezhu took this as an issue: "I saw your young master the other day. Anyway, I didn't think he was very good. He was not as reliable as me, who was in his twenties. I heard that he even closed down more than a dozen companies. What are you doing? Is he practicing his hand, or is he going to kill chickens for monkeys to see? After he comes to power, he can also shut down your companies and reduce the burden?"

Song Xuanjian's ruddy complexion turned a little pale, he gently untied his tie, and nodded expressionlessly, beckoning you to continue talking.

Zhao Dezhu has nothing to fear: "Nanluo Hotel was expanded by Ms. Song. I heard that she laid off many middle and high-level employees. I myself have tens of thousands of employees. Those who can do this under me will definitely be promoted vigorously, regardless of whether they are male or female. It's a woman, and even my children will never control my most valuable companies in the future, I said that you are old, and you can't see clearly like a young man like me."

Song Xuanjian blushed again: "What can you see clearly?"

Zhao Dezhu smiled: "I will slowly return TiTa to Citigroup, Wall Street and various investors. They can fight for themselves. My domestic TM, WB, etc. will also be gradually distributed to the top employees and most of them will be donated to the country. And different organizations, do you think that the times have given us the opportunity to earn so much money, so the surname is really Song and Zhao? Maybe you have the ability to hold the scene, and I also have the ability to continue to make money to satisfy all parties , once we hand it over to the next generation, wouldn’t it be the same as a child carrying a gold nugget and walking downtown? This is playing lanterns in a latrine, courting death!”

A billionaire in his sixties who has been a powerful man all his life, I don't know if anyone dares to talk to him like that.

But dare to say to your face that your assets are killing knives, absolutely not.

But the billionaire is only in his twenties, Song Xuanjian is unbelievable.