Rewrite the Technological Landscape

Both were happy with each other, so there was nothing more to say. Just at this time, the waiter came to serve the food, and the three began to exchange experiences during this period. Neither of the two sides deeply understood Zhang Shuxin’s words about wanting to come to the South more at this moment. Let's go on.

After lunch, Meng Qian accompanied Zhang Shuxin and Yu Gan to stroll around the West Lake for a while. At four o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Shuxin said that he had something to do and declined Meng Qian's dinner invitation. As for where she was going, Meng Qian didn't ask much.

But Meng Qian felt that something was wrong with her.

On August 10th, the day when Dafeng Kechuang paid wages, everyone received a red envelope while getting their wages.

"Si Yuhang, your red envelope looks really thick, show us how much it is." Tao Tingting, who was sitting next to Si Yuhang, was about to take it, and the others followed suit.

Si Yuhang is now recognized by everyone as a great master in the entire art department, and also recognized by the entire company as an overtime madman. Basically, he is the last one to leave every night.

In addition to being named and praised by Meng Qian a few days ago, everyone saw that he had the thickest red envelope, but they didn't mind, they were just curious.

Seeing everyone rushing forward, Si Yuhang had no choice but to open the red envelope in public and count the money in front of everyone.

"Fuck, 6000!" Yin Hao, another boy from the art department, couldn't help exclaiming.

This was 2000, and a red envelope that was not a year-end bonus or a quarterly bonus was actually given 6,000, which was very generous.

In particular, everyone knows that the company has only sold more than 300,000 yuan so far, and part of it has to be taken away from agents, publicity, and initial investment. In fact, the company has not made any money at all.

But when the company hadn't made any money yet and needed to spend money, Meng Qian took out such a sum of money to reward the employees, everyone knew that the hearts of the people were full of meat.

For the employees of Dafeng Science and Technology Innovation, they must have complaints about the company, because Meng Qian is a particularly demanding boss, and often points out employees' problems mercilessly at work.

Many times, employees were pressured by Meng Qian and wanted to resign on the spot, but as long as they survived the extreme pressure, everyone would find that they could always grow significantly. At the same time, if the pressure was not considered, the company's working atmosphere was inexplicably good , and Meng Qian will always give the most tangible return for his efforts.

Employees who really come out to make a living are actually not afraid of being tired, what they are afraid of is being tired to death but not growing and not rewarding.

In the technical department, Song Zhenluo also received a red envelope of 6,000, and the others also received satisfactory figures based on their contributions.

These two got 6000, everyone was convinced, so there is nothing to be jealous of.

After distributing the red envelopes, Sun Xiaojing walked into Meng Qian's office, "Mr. Meng, everyone is very happy to receive the red envelopes, why don't you go and distribute the red envelopes to everyone yourself?"

"I will only suppress everyone's emotions if I post it. What important things do you want to ask me?" Meng Qian put down his work and motioned Sun Xiaojing to sit on the sofa, and walked over by himself.

After Meng Qian sat down across from her, Sun Xiaojing said seriously, "The company has more and more people now, and some problems have begun to be exposed. The gap in our middle management is an urgent problem that needs to be solved. We can't just keep you alone. manage."

Meng Qian nodded and started making tea.

Sun Xiaojing has now figured out Meng Qian's character, knowing that what he needs is not to raise a problem but to solve it, so she continued, "I have been thinking about a problem these days, that is, whether the management should be airborne from the outside or promoted from the inside.

In terms of influence and follow-up management, internal promotion has its natural advantages, but the first team we recruited as a start-up company was too young, and those in the art department had just graduated, with social experience and work experience None of them have enough experience. If promoted from among them, I am afraid that no one will be fully qualified.

For external recruitment, you can find someone with rich management experience, but I am worried about whether the other party can integrate into our corporate culture, and everyone may have their own ideas.

So as far as I am concerned, I still prefer internal promotion. I think startups need an atmosphere, an atmosphere that can make breakthroughs. "

Sun Xiaojing said, and handed the folder in her hand to Meng Qian, "This is my analysis and evaluation of a few candidates in my mind from the technical department and the fine arts department, Mr. Meng can take a look.

In general, I am most optimistic about Song Zhenluo in the technical department. His high level of thinking, technical ability and team dedication are obvious to all.

As for the art department, I still prefer Fu Qinyi. Although Si Yuhang has a high technical level, he is a bit withdrawn and lacks team awareness. Under certain circumstances, she can also take the initiative to undertake the deployment work, and is not afraid of taking responsibility.

Meng Qian nodded while reading the document, "Thanks for your hard work, Sister Sun, I will think about this matter carefully, and I will communicate with you if I have any ideas."

"Okay, then I'll get to work first." Sun Xiaojing hesitated after getting up, but couldn't help asking, "Mr. Meng, may I take the liberty to ask you what you think? How do you think about this problem in your heart?"

Meng Qian looked at Sun Xiaojing and smiled softly, "The company's personnel arrangement is your job, and my idea is to listen to your opinions more."

Complicated emotions flashed across Sun Xiaojing's mind, she opened her mouth slightly, and she recovered after a few seconds, "I'm going out first."

After leaving the office, Sun Xiaojing took a deep breath and smiled unconsciously.

On August 15, the number of registered players of "The Legend of God" exceeded 300,000, and the highest number of simultaneous online players exceeded 20,000. The company's point card sales exceeded 500,000.

The number of gamers is beginning to show signs of exponential growth.

Meng Qian continued to spend money on publicity to increase the popularity of "Biography of God".

At 12 o'clock in the evening on the 15th, Meng Qian, who was leaving the office to go to the bathroom, saw Fu Qinyi working overtime by herself.

"Why haven't you left so late today?"

Fu Qinyi glanced at Meng Qian and immediately turned her eyes to the computer, "Dandan has asked for leave for family affairs these two days, let me help her modify Fengxin's character design."

Meng Qian sat down directly beside Fu Qinyi, and Fu Qinyi's face flushed immediately, but fortunately, Meng Qian didn't notice when he looked at the computer, "By the way, I just have something I want to ask you. What do you think of Si Yuhang?"

"Si Yuhang? He is very talented and has a good personality." Fu Qinyi answered truthfully.

"Then do you think it would be appropriate for me to let him be your leader?" Meng Qian asked directly.

Fu Qinyi was silent for a few seconds, and only after noticing that Meng Qian had turned his head to look at her did she reply hastily, "I don't think it's very appropriate."

"Why?"

"Because he doesn't seem to want to meddle in other people's affairs. Of course, this is my personal opinion. Mr. Meng can ask others."

Meng Qian nodded without speaking, and waited for two seconds, "Then who do you think is more suitable to be the leader of the art department?"

"I think it's fine as it is now." Fu Qinyi's voice was a little soft.

Meng Qian knew it in his heart, so he didn't ask any more questions, "How long do you have to work overtime?"

"A couple of hours."

"Take a taxi back in a while, and come to the company for reimbursement tomorrow." Meng Qian patted Fu Qinyi's shoulder lightly, and then went to the bathroom.

After Meng Qian left, Fu Qinyi looked down at her legs. She had lost 90 pounds now, and she had been wearing short skirts and shorts this summer. At this moment, she seemed completely unaware of what Meng Qian said He just murmured, "He never cared about it."

The next day, August 16, something went better than expected, and Meng Qian made an appointment with Zhang Shuxin.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Yu Gan drove to pick up Meng Qian to go to Shanghai, and Zhang Shuxin sat beside Meng Qian.

"Why did Mr. Zhang take me to Shanghai?" After getting on the bus, Meng Qian asked his doubts.

"I also told Mr. Meng before that I am very optimistic about the environment in the south, including the Internet environment in the south, so I want to open a branch of Yinghaiwei in Shanghai.

At that time, the person in charge of the Shanghai side will be Yu Gan, and I will put the development of the search engine project on the Shanghai side, so that it will be more convenient for Mr. Meng to come here. "

Meng Qian felt something was wrong, "Last time I heard Mr. Zhang said that the search engine will be Ying Haiwei's next most important project, and if it is put in Shanghai, won't the headquarters have any ideas?"

"Of course they have ideas, but they don't understand technology. Isn't it good to be a shareholder and wait for dividends?" Zhang Shuxin raised the corner of his mouth meaningfully.

Meng Qian saw it in his eyes, and after turning his brain around, he suddenly reacted, with a slightly shocked expression, "Mr. Zhang. Want to kick Xingfa out?"

Zhang Shuxin looked out the window, smiled without saying a word.

Meng Qian narrowed his eyes and didn't ask any more questions.

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