togophonebook Chapter 1747 Mingyuan Building
Chapter 1747 Mingyuan Building
Chapter 1747 Mingyuan Building
A convoy of luxury minibuses and three black Mercedes-Benz vans silently glided into the underground parking garage of the Mingyuan Group headquarters building.
The car door opened silently.
Jing Gao was the first to get out of the car. He was wearing a navy blue custom-made suit today, without a tie, and his shirt collar was slightly open. He walked with ease and had a reserved demeanor.
Jing Gao usually wears casual clothes, but the suit he wore when he went out just now was prepared for him by Annie (Qiu Qiqing), so he couldn't refuse Annie's request.
To be honest, he's not particularly handsome, but he maintains a good physique through years of exercise. He does look quite dashing in a suit.
Followed by three assistants, Guan Yujia, Feng Wan, and Zheng Xiaobing, plus maids Wen Xiaoli and Chu Wenjun, and escorted by four bodyguards including Chen Aiyang, they took a private elevator directly to the 52nd floor.
With a soft "ding," the elevator doors slowly opened, revealing a breathtaking view that contrasted sharply with the modern, minimalist office style of the East Asia Bank Building in Lujiazui.
Zhou Mingyang's kingdom exudes the weight and extravagance of a long-established tycoon. The entrance hall boasts an astonishingly high ceiling, with soft, delicate, and expensively patterned handmade carpets that absorb all footsteps.
The four walls are completely covered with dark, precious solid wood wainscoting, inlaid with gleaming gilded lines. A giant crystal chandelier hangs from the dome painted with classical murals, reflecting a dazzling yet slightly heavy and languid halo of light.
Everywhere you look, there are marble sculptures, genuine classical oil paintings, and heavy velvet curtains. The overall style is rich in classical European style and is very grand. Every detail silently tells the story of the absolute authority of the original owner and the aesthetic taste of the powerful people of the previous era.
Jing Gao walked in slowly, his gaze calmly sweeping over the extremely luxurious classical European-style hall. He was fifteen years older than Zhou Mingyang, a gap that represented not only age but also aesthetic taste and the times.
However, he did not intend to change the decorations here; he wanted them to remain as they were. Only by sitting here could he truly feel the sense of conquering a kingdom!
The Mingyuan Group headquarters building, towering into the clouds with 56 floors, is a prominent landmark along the Pudong waterfront. All 52 floors were once occupied by Zhou Mingyang alone.
This floor has a clear functional division, with a vast area divided into offices, several meeting rooms with different functions, a fully equipped lounge, a bar, a cigar room, an entertainment room, a banquet hall, and a gym, all meticulously designed for a five-star experience for one person.
Several senior executives from Mingyuan Group were already waiting quietly at the elevator entrance.
Executive Director and President Bo Xujie is still "recuperating" in the hospital.
Present was Zhou Mingxu, the deputy chief financial officer, his face displaying the usual composure of a finance professional. He was a member of a collateral branch of the Zhou family, deeply indebted to Zhou Mingyang and his son, and was Zhou Mingyang's wife.
Jiang Feng, the vice president of financing, is about fifty years old. His thick, neat beard makes him look rugged and capable.
And Huo Yugang, Bo Xujie's confidant and the person in charge of the liquor distribution system, was thin, with a hooked nose and sharp eyes, but at this moment he was full of respect.
"Good morning, Mr. Jing!"
"Mr. Jing, welcome to our inspection."
"Hello, Mr. Jing."
A respectful greeting rang out.
With a smile on his face, Jing Gao shook hands and exchanged pleasantries with Zhou Mingxu, Jiang Feng, and Huo Yugang, who came to greet him.
Beside her stood three assistants, Guan Yujia, Feng Wan, and Zheng Xiaobing, each with their own distinct charm, all smiling. In addition, there were two outstanding maids: the elegant and graceful Wen Xiaoli and the petite and beautiful Chu Wenjun.
Guo Qianqian, the voluptuous and beautiful assistant with thirty-six brothers, is resting in the villa today, just like Zhang Li and Xi Xi.
Five stunning beauties, each with a distinct style, instantly brought a vibrant and beautiful scene to the hall.
But Zhou Mingxu and the other two didn't even dare to linger their gazes on it for long.
"How has the handover been going lately?" After greeting Guan Yujia and the others, Jing Gao and the other two walked into the inner office and asked in a friendly tone.
After Mingyuan Group was acquired by him, its various main businesses were divided up by the various companies of Taichu Group, and the group headquarters fully cooperated.
Zhou Mingxu quickly smiled and said, "Everything is transitioning smoothly and in an orderly manner. Please rest assured, Mr. Jing."
Jiang Feng walked behind, stroking his beard, and said in a loud voice: "President Jing, the employees below have seen an improvement in various benefits after being merged into Phoenix Group, and there are basically no complaints."
Phoenix Group, after all, is one of the leading internet companies in China, with high profit margins and excellent compensation packages. In contrast, Mingyuan Group is a more "old-fashioned" company.
Jing Gao nodded slightly and led everyone into the office. He sat down in Zhou Mingyang's large, carved, and warm leather executive chair and accepted a Northern Song Dynasty Longquan celadon conical cup from Feng Wan, which contained Wuyi Mountain Jin Jun Mei tea at just the right temperature.
He took a small sip, looked up, and smiled, saying, "What about the management?"
Jiang Feng paused for a moment when asked the question. He had dared to negotiate with Jing Gao, and his personality was more outspoken than Zhou Mingxu's. He said, "I have some resentment." No matter how it's packaged, Mingyuan Group has lost! The treatment of the lower-level employees may improve, but the management faces a power reshuffle and the loss of their positions.
If even the trusted confidants of those high-ranking officials who "defected" couldn't be protected, what chance did the others have?
Phoenix Group promised the city that it would not dismiss any employees within two years, but it did not say that it would not demote or demote any employees.
Moreover, these layoffs are mostly based on business lines, so there's no way to protect them.
Jing Gao put down his teacup, his finger lightly tapping the smooth tabletop, the sound steady yet carrying an undeniable penetrating power:
"If they have grievances, then they need to go to the front line to gain experience. When we do management and corporate culture, it's not about education, but about selection. We select employees who agree with our culture and values."
A chill ran down the backs of Zhou Mingxu, Jiang Feng, and Huo Yugang at the same time.
The meaning behind those words is very clear: they're going to kill someone!
Nowadays, most companies are required to provide N+1 compensation when dismissing employees, otherwise they will face lawsuits, especially if the employee who causes trouble is female.
Therefore, companies now use internal job transfers, with only a small base salary per month. Year-end bonuses and performance appraisals are canceled, and you're essentially forced to leave.
When you get to the management level, people who earn between 500,000 and 1 million a year are suddenly reduced to less than 100,000 a year. Who can withstand that?
It is said that Haidilao's senior executives like to visit stores, and if they are dissatisfied with something, they will demote the store manager to demonstrate their power.
"Okay, Mr. Jing."
The three exchanged glances, and Jiang Feng agreed.
"Mingyuan's non-core businesses will be divested. Zhong Wu and Wei Hong will come to discuss it. You should receive them first and finalize the plan."
Jing Gao instructed, "I need to meet with Liao Rong from Phoenix Film and Television later. After that, I'll meet with the 'talented men' from those four companies."
The last sentence was said to Guan Yujia.
"Yes, Mr. Jing."
Everyone readily agreed and respectfully withdrew from the luxurious office, a symbol of the transition between old and new power, leaving the space and time to their boss.
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Guan Yujia saw them to the door, then turned and went into a small meeting room next door that was equally exquisite but more practical.
Feng Wan and Zheng Xiaobing, along with several subordinates, had already efficiently set up the laptop and projector. Wen Xiaoli was inside attending to Brother Jing, while Chu Wenjun and Shu Mengfu were outside handing over the secretary's work.
Guan Yujia sat down in an armchair, took the tea that Wen Xiaoli had brewed again, and elegantly crossed her legs, revealing the full and straight curves of her calves.
Zheng Xiaobing, dressed in a bright burgundy sleeveless A-line dress that accentuated her snow-white skin, exuded a cool and radiant beauty. Sitting opposite Guan Yujia, her beautiful legs, encased in sheer black stockings, were slightly crossed as she smiled and said:
"Sister Guan, Brother Jing is quite attentive to the film and television business, but to say that he is giving Liao Rong important responsibilities... I don't think that's quite accurate."
The film and television industry is only so big; we can't keep throwing a billion dollars into it every year. Our foundation still lies in the core business that General Manager An oversees.”
Her tone was relaxed, but her words subtly revealed the delicate power balance within the group.
Guan Yujia smiled slightly, took a sip of tea, and did not answer directly, but her eyes revealed agreement. As the president of two major groups, although she was not responsible for specific business operations, all the group's documents were handled by her.
It was essentially the Office of Transmission in an ancient imperial court, or the General Office today. Her collaboration with An Zhiwen was smooth, so she naturally didn't want to see the existing stable structure easily disrupted. Xiao Bing's words also reflected the consensus within their small circle.
Of course, Fang Shaofan of Phoenix Pictures has been underperforming in recent years, so change is necessary. However, who will wield the knife of this change, and how carefully it should be implemented, is a decision that needs to be made by Brother Jing.
This is his empire!
(End of this chapter)