Reinventing the Millennium

Fang Zhuo and Qiu Ciyun returned to the room. He was not disturbed by the intrusion of the Xiangjiang Feng Shui master and listened attentively to Mr. Qiu's report on the recruitment.

Although Qiu Ciyun's judgment of Liang Mengsong was somewhat different from Mr. Fang's, he also agreed with the positioning of this technical leader. Therefore, he considered his communication with Liang Mengsong to be sincere.

However, Liang Mengsong was extremely confident and had great character. Not only did he refuse, but he also wanted to fundamentally resolve Bing Xin's covetousness towards him. He simply came to Fang Zhuo directly.

"Options, technical team, decision-making power, everything that needs to be said has been said." Qiu Ciyun was helpless, "But he is really determined to stay in Taiwan. I feel that it is difficult to have hope."

Fang Zhuo said "hmm" and said, "There are major changes in the management of Taiji this year. Let's take a look."

Qiu Ciyun could only nod, but he admired Mr. Fang a little, and was not angry at all for Liang Mengsong's ruthless rejection.

He drank half a glass of water, hesitated for a few seconds, and said another thing: "Our negotiation with Qimonda may not be satisfactory to SMIC. I heard the voices of some old colleagues."

Fang Zhuo was a little surprised: "How do you say that?"

"SMIC and Infineon have always had OEM cooperation. Qimonda was spun off from Infineon and wants to expand the scale of cooperation." Qiu Ciyun sighed, "Many people from SMIC feel that this opportunity for OEM cooperation should be Zhongxin, not Icecore, feels like we stabbed them in the back.”

Fang Zhuo's definition of backstabbing was rather vague, and he hesitated: "Does this count?"

Qiu Ciyun shook his head: "Of course not. It's not like SMIC is talking to Qimonda, and then we step in. Besides, SMIC may not be able to compete for this cooperation this year. If it weren't for us, Qimonda would probably choose Singapore." Or over there on Treasure Island.”

Even though he came from SMIC, he still disdained the voice: "They just felt that they helped us last year, and they even thought that we should give up the cooperation opportunity as a matter of course."

Fang Zhuo muttered: "Mr. Zhang is not such a person."

"There is not only one voice in SMIC." Qiu Ciyun said with some indignation.

Fang Zhuo has always been a little worried about SMIC's actions from Taiwan reporters, but he didn't pay attention to the voices that emerged due to Qimonda's cooperation.

He thought for a while: "I'll call Mr. Zhang when we wait for the Lantern Festival, and we can do the rest ourselves."

The development of ice cores has a long way to go, and the top priority is the risky mass production of 90nm.

Qiu Ciyun also talked about the technology research and development led by Professor Hu. The progress is actually pretty good. This is a job that cannot be impatient.

At this point, his mission to Xiangjiang has actually ended. He is more helpless than expected. Liang Mengsong's attitude is far more decisive than expected.

"Mr. Qiu, you're already here, don't be in a hurry to go back, go shopping and buy gifts for your family." Fang Zhuo named an assistant, "Da Chen, just stay with Mr. Qiu, so as not to hurt our family." President Bingxin is lost in an international metropolis."

Qiu Ciyun smiled, stood up and stretched his muscles.

Before he left, he thought about Mr. Fang and reminded him: "Mr. Fang, the person who came to see you in the elevator was a little too rude. After all, he is in Xiangjiang."

"It's okay, Mr. Qiu, go shopping in your store." Fang Zhuo waved his hand and didn't take it to heart.

Speaking of which, the Feng Shui master called himself Chen Zhencong, and the name seemed somewhat impressive, but I couldn’t remember where it came from.

But, not important.

You have Feng Shui, I have charity money.

The power of the bear has reached its third level.

Fang Zhuo went through the situation in his mind while drinking tea. With the upcoming changes in the management of Taiwan Journal, and as his understanding of Taiwan Journal's information increased, it was almost certain that Liang Mengsong suffered a setback at this time.

This also had to make him think, was it because of the change in management that Taiwanese reporters brazenly launched a second attack on SMIC?

But I have already told Mr. Zhang what needs to be said about these, and I believe we will soon see how the situation changes.

Fang Zhuo took a short rest in the evening. After having dinner in the room, he contacted Houston and learned the latest status of Yao Ming's injury. It was a second-degree sprain, not too good, not too bad.

This made him feel better.

At 7:30 in the evening, in order to show respect, Fang Zhuo went downstairs early to pick up Situ Yulian who had an appointment for tea, and the latter happened to be ahead of time.

Although Ah Hu calls herself "Ms. Situ," she is actually nearly sixty years old, and the industries she was once responsible for in Macau have basically given up.

Fang Zhuo actually had nothing to talk about with this guy. They talked about the Anliang Chamber of Commerce, but he couldn't sympathize with history. They talked about the Macau industry, which was regional, and they talked about life experiences, but they couldn't get along.

So, I just drank tea and exchanged pleasantries to express my gratitude.

But when I was sending Situ Yulian downstairs and into the car, Chen Zhencong, who had appeared that afternoon, appeared in front of me again.

Fang Zhuo frowned as he looked at the smiling man in front of him. The masters in Xiangjiang were more enthusiastic and direct than those in the mainland, while Master Zheng was much more reserved.

Situ Yulian thought that Mr. Fang didn't recognize the person in front of him, so he helped explain: "This is Master Chen Zhencong, Mr. Gong Ruxin's Feng Shui master."

Hearing Gong Ruxin's name, Fang Zhuo finally remembered why he was somewhat impressed by Chen Zhencong's name.

Gong Ruxin was once the richest woman in Asia. She had no heirs. After she died of illness, her feng shui master came out and claimed that she had a will and wanted to inherit tens of billions of inheritance.

This incident caused a sensation, and later ended with Chen Zhencong being sentenced to 12 years in prison for forging a will.

Now that Fang Zhuo remembered this person's situation, he naturally became even more unhappy. Why did he treat himself as a fat sheep?

He waved his hand: "Drive away."

The security assistant who was watching eagerly next to him immediately dragged Chen Zhencong away by force. Situ Yulian was stunned by this scene.

"This Master Chen has a bad appearance. I've met him once before." Fang Zhuo explained slightly and said with a smile, "I don't know why, but people always ask me to donate money when I come to Xiangjiang. Sister Lian, you have time. Be sure to tell me when you get to the mainland."

After hearing this, Situ Yulian thought that Chen Zhencong was here to ask for help. She did not ask further questions and finally shook hands with Mr. Fang: "Of course, Mr. Fang is also welcome to visit Macau."

She got in the car and waved goodbye.

Fang Zhuo waited until the car disappeared around the corner before turning and walking into the hotel. However, he couldn't help but reflect for a moment in the elevator, why do scammers always come to his door? Could it be that good people are bullied?

That evening, President Li convened a meeting to make final preparations for the road show.

But at the end of the meeting, he called out to Mr. Fang and told him the news: "Mr. Fang, what if there are not enough people coming tomorrow afternoon?"

Fang Zhuo asked: "Why is it not enough?"

President Li frowned: "Many of the organizations we originally invited called us at the same time because they had something to do."

He emphasized: "It's by coincidence."

Fang Zhuo was taken aback: "If we go public, aren't we asking for trouble?"

"We are confident, but other institutions may not be confident." President Li worriedly said, "Let's not talk about whether someone is exerting pressure. If no one comes tomorrow, the manuscript will not be published, and the road show will be cold?"

Fang Zhuo pondered. He hadn't studied the market's views on Bank of China's listing. It might be different from his own preconceptions. President Li probably couldn't greet him due to his status, so he might as well do it himself.

He said: "In this case, no matter how much I call someone, I have to make the scene passable. I still know a few friends."

President Li nodded, he also meant the same thing.

I've entered two chapters and revised the previous article. I've been busy these past few days...