Reinventing the Millennium

The high school students were surprised. After hearing Fang Zhuo's sincere words, Yu Hai asked the young CEO for a business card.

When he saw Making Progress on the back of the business card and heard Fang Zhuo's explanation of corporate culture, he felt inexplicably excited.

"Hey, these two words are what I thought of." Yu Hong revealed the truth to her brother.

"Sister, you are just a part-time worker. Mr. Fang disagrees. Can you use what you want?" Yu Hai saw it through.

Yu Hong didn't understand at all that her brother had taken the wrong medicine. He had obviously been dragging him earlier, but he changed his attitude just because of a few words? Reading is a fool's errand!

After lunch, Yu Hai said goodbye.

"Mr. Fang, sister, I won't disturb you this afternoon. I'm just in the way. I'll take a taxi home now."

Yu Hong was stunned.

"Ah, it's not in the way, it's not in the way." Fang Zhuo felt suddenly and said with a smile, "I just pick out the office this afternoon."

Yu Hai insisted on leaving.

Fang Zhuo had no choice but to say: "Okay, go back and pay attention to safety, and call your sister when you get home."

"I will." Yu Hai turned around, leaving the two of them with a chic back view.

Fang Zhuo took a sip of juice and asked Yu Hong, "Has your brother been like this before?"

"He, I, this..." Yu Hong didn't know what to say.

Fang Zhuo shook his head and did not take this matter to heart. He said, "I asked Zheng Lang. The office building here in Hang Lung has more than 400 square meters per floor. We can barely buy one floor with a loan, but it is not necessary."

"Gan, do you want to buy a floor?" Yu Hong thought she would only buy an office.

"I have told you many times that house prices will appreciate, and you have to trust my judgment." Fang Zhuo said, "We can buy a small half-story building with half of the credit loan given by Lin'an Bank, and then use the loan from the bank here. This way I still have some funds on hand.”

"The majority of the floor besides this small floor is also rented. I can buy it later when I have money. It will look much more grand."

Yu Hong objected tentatively: "Isn't it a bit wasteful for you to have such a layer?"

"We are working hard to raise the first round of financing this year. We can't talk to venture capitalists in the front office in Lin'an, right?" Fang Zhuo said seriously, "When a company reaches a certain scale, it really has to pay attention to its image. The venture capital group still cares about the concept and The superficial beauty is just a matter of looking at what others are doing."

"Think about it, if Zheng Lang went to our computer room when he came to Luzhou, would he be able to invest money happily? No matter how much I talk about the relationship between politics and business, he will still have doubts - just like this?"

Yu Hong said with a straight face: "What on earth did you tell him?"

"No, if that's the case, it's not the way to do things like Sequoia. We just have some local background. Zheng Lang considered multiple factors. The paid entrance of the registration network is still very imaginative at the moment." Fang Zhuo expressed his opinion.

Yu Hong wanted to talk about the future judgment of registration and payment, but knew that the boss was insistent on this point and kept silent.

The two stayed in the restaurant until one o'clock in the afternoon, and waited until the people from Sequoia arrived as scheduled before entering the office building of Plaza 66.

Plaza 66 is expected to open in the middle of this year, but many floors have been rented out in advance, and auspicious numbers such as the 6th and 8th floors are no longer available.

Fang Zhuoxun thought that since his company was a registration website, it didn't matter if he brought 4 or the like, but he was strongly opposed by Yu Hong. By the way, the people at Sequoia also tactfully expressed that they did not recommend such casualness.

In the end, Fang Zhuo decided on 23 floors amidst the discussion between the two. The reason was that 23 equals 6, which is also a good idea.

Company information, personal information, deposits, and a series of procedures were repeatedly confirmed. The people at Sequoia were busy until the evening before everything was almost completed.

Fang Zhuo felt a little embarrassed about this and thanked him in various ways before leaving.

Yu Hong sighed: "The people at Sequoia are so responsible. If Sequoia wasn't here in Shanghai, how much more trouble would we have to do?"

Fang Zhuo felt the same way, but he had a habit of continuing to read on when something was almost done. After agreeing, he said directly: "Tomorrow we will visit the manufacturer here to see if it is convenient for us to customize the machine."

"Xiao Zhou has a senior from the University of Science and Technology who works in Shanghai. Unfortunately, he has gone home for the holidays. If necessary, he will have to make a few more trips after the Spring Festival."

Even though Yu Hong was mentally prepared, she still couldn't help but sigh: "Hey, Fang Zhuo, are you coming to Shanghai to spend the holidays with your family or to work?"

"Look, Sequoia has given money and hired people, but they haven't even taken a break. How can I have the nerve to take a break?" Fang Zhuo said calmly.

"The reason they provide money and people is to help the registration network, not Yike." Yu Hong complained.

Fang Zhuo shook his head: "Absolutely. Mr. Zheng has said that investing is investing in people, which means investing in me. Of course, if you invest in me, you will help. It's not complicated for them anyway. Well, when it comes to Yike, I have to do a good job Think about whether to go to CCTV."

Yu Hong asked: "Think about going to CCTV or how to go to CCTV?"

Fang Zhuo thinks that's not possible. People get to know each other easily after they've known each other for a long time. It's not good, it's too bad.

"Let's go, Director Yu, I'll take you home and find some delicious food on the way."

Yu Hong curled her lips and got into the passenger seat.

Mercedes-Benz travels through the neon lights of the city.

Yu Hong admired the city scenery sideways and sighed: "Shencheng is developing so fast. It didn't feel so beautiful when I came here two years ago."

"This is the forefront of China's development. Well, I wonder what it is like over there in Pengcheng? I think when we do a good job in East China, we can consider developing in Pengcheng and Yangcheng." Fang Zhuo said as the old president. .

Yu Hong was not interested in talking about work at the moment and didn't answer anything.

A moment later, the Mercedes-Benz passed a large billboard.

Yu Hong sighed again: "The billboards in Shanghai are so big, tall and conspicuous. What kind of brand is PRADA? The taste is very unique, and the new model comes with a mother-of-pearl bag."

"Oh, that's Prada." Fang Zhuo had heard of it, but he didn't understand the popularity of bags, so he was surprised and asked, "Does this new style look good? You can consider buying one and sending it back to Lin'an."

Yu Hong shook her head: "It doesn't look good. Say goodbye."

Fang Zhuo nodded and talked about the development of the registration network.

He talked all the way, and Yu Hong listened all the way. Unknowingly, he arrived at Yu Hong's uncle's house.

Fang Zhuo stopped the car and patted his thigh: "I forgot to look for a place to eat. See if there is one nearby."

"No, I'm already home. How about going up to eat?" Yu Hong said politely.

Fang Zhuo turned off the engine, unbuckled his seat belt, and got out of the car to eat.

Yu Hong's face was dark: "I just said it casually, don't be so shy. Why are you going up here during the festival?"

"Condolences to the employees' families." Fang Zhuo's actions were also joking. Seeing Director Xiao Yu get out of the car, he smiled and said, "See you tomorrow."

"Pooh!"

Yu Hong entered the community without looking back.

Fang Zhuo turned on the music in the car and drove to Ruijin Hospital.

At eight o'clock in the evening, he met three family members who had already had dinner.

Then, Mr. Fang could only eat some leftovers.

"Brother, are you the CEO? Why don't you even have a meal when you go out? Aren't all the things I watch on TV about socializing?" Zhao Suqi was in good spirits and asked while looking at the computer.

"I can do it all. I can take photos with leaders at the top, brag to venture capitalists at the middle level, and move machines in the hospital at the bottom." Fang Zhuo said with a smile, "It is this kind of personality charm that attracts many people to work together."

In front of his family, Fang Zhuo is willing to be more out of touch, so as to dilute the coldness in the ward.

Zhao Suqi was amused by Fang Zhuo's quips. She read the press release found on the computer screen: "Guanhao.com is an innovative combination of the Internet and traditional medical fields, and it has important pioneering significance."

"Who wrote it?" Fang Zhuo asked without looking back.

"Economic news on Sohu." Zhao Suqi replied, and then asked, "Brother, Guahao.com is an innovation on the Internet. Can it be innovated in other fields as well?"

Fang Zhuo denied: "No, it's just innovation. It's more of a concept to deceive people."

Zhao Suqi nodded as if he understood something: "Are those in education, manufacturing, art and other fields all using concepts to deceive people?"

"How should I put it?" Fang Zhuo was happy to discuss some changes in the outside world with his sister. "For example, I said that the combination of the Internet and education can make a big difference. This is not a lie. But if I say that it can be done in the next two years, this will It’s just a lie, it has to come to a stage.”

"Education, manufacturing, art, it all depends on..."

Just as Fang Zhuo was about to continue speaking, he suddenly paused. An idea flashed through his mind but he failed to catch it.

Well, what is there in the art industry? Movies, music, paintings...

The innovative combination of the Internet and traditional fields...

"Qiqi, have you ever used a Walkman?" Fang Zhuo took a slow breath.

"I have, I like Faye Wong, who do you like?" Zhao Suqi changed the subject for some reason.

Fang Zhuo replied casually: "Oh, I like Jaylen. Well, the Walkman uses tapes, not the Internet. Well, have you heard of MP3?"

"What is MP3? Who is Jaylen?" Zhao Suqi asked.

Fang Zhuo's expression was a little strange. He took out his cell phone first but put it away without making a call. Then he sat on the hospital bed and took the computer:

"Well, let's find out what MP3 is."