Chapter 957 Mr. Fang Has Something to Say (4k)

"Uncle Fang, Uncle Fang, Dad said you have a plane, right?"

"Uncle Fang, why did you forcefully acquire Sina?"

"Uncle Fang, will you be the chairman of Sony in the future?"

The car departing from Yike Company drove towards the Shanghai World Financial Center. The atmosphere of the original casual chat gradually became a little subtle with the questions from Zhou Xin's daughter Zhou Keke.

"This child is just a little chatterbox." Zhou Xin's wife Yu Lanyu was a little embarrassed.

Fang Zhuo glanced at Zhou Xin, who seemed to be fine, and said to Zhou Keke kindly: "These things are long stories. When you go to school and learn to read, Uncle Fang will write a memoir, and then you will see the answer in it."

Zhou Keke tilted her head, looked at her mother, then looked at Uncle Fang, and nodded obediently.

Fang Zhuo said to Zhou Xin again: "There may be media at the annual meeting today. The child is young, don't let her contact the media, and protect her growth."

Zhou Xin grinned: "Yes, Brother Fang."

Fang Zhuo looked at Zhou Xin's expression and couldn't help saying: "Don't make up stories about me behind my back."

Zhou Xin nodded seriously. There was nothing to make up. As long as he repeated it verbatim, it could be used as a bedtime story to coax the baby.

From the current situation, business legends are quite effective.

It's not about talking about you, it's just coaxing the baby.

Zhou Keke, who is two months away from turning three years old, is at the age of being quirky and fun. Fang Zhuo held the little girl, pointed to the street view outside, and smiled: "Keke, which store outside do you think is good-looking? Uncle will buy it for you, okay?"

Zhou Keke looked up and looked at Uncle Fang backwards, and said childishly: "Uncle Fang, I'm just young, not stupid."

Fang Zhuo laughed.

Yu Lanyu couldn't help but point her finger at her daughter's forehead. She was not stupid when she should be stupid, and she became stupid when she shouldn't be stupid.

The car arrived at the destination, and Su Wei, who had come earlier, was already waiting.

Fang Zhuo and Zhou Xin's family got off the car. He looked up at the tallest building in Shanghai and said with emotion: "It really looks like a large bottle opener."

"Don't say that when you go on stage." Su Wei persuaded beside him.

"If you ask me, the money spent here is not as good as giving red envelopes to employees." Fang Zhuo felt that it was a bit troublesome and costly.

Su Wei said calmly: "Shanghai Global Financial Center welcomes Yike's annual meeting to be held here, and the venue is sponsored for free, no money."

Fang Zhuo was a little surprised, and said: "Have you arranged singing and dancing performances?"

"We simply called a few people, and they didn't want money. They sang for friendship, and the company didn't force them to sing." Su Wei was still very calm.

Fang Zhuo smiled and said, "With so many people here, it's going to cost money to eat and drink, right?"

Su Wei remained calm: "I didn't spend the company's money, I spent my own money."

Fang Zhuo: "..."

He looked down at Zhou Keke, who was listening to the adults with wide eyes, and gave her a life advice: "Keke, see, uncle is so stingy that he became the richest man in the mainland."

Zhou Keke asked innocently: "Really? Dad said that Uncle Fang's words often have several meanings."

The whole audience laughed.

Fang Zhuo picked up Zhou Keke and glanced at Zhou Xin. It turned out that there was a high-level black lurking around him. Xiao Xinzi, show your black feet.

The group went to the 4th floor conference center of the World Financial Center, which was already quite lively.

"Mr. Fang is here!"

"Hello, Mr. Fang."

Fang Zhuo held Zhou Keke, walking and stopping from time to time, listening to the greetings.

"Brother Fang, I'll hold her." Yu Lanyu was afraid of getting in the way, so she held her daughter over.

Zhou Keke was dazzled by so many people, and waved his hand obediently: "Goodbye, Uncle Fang."

What kind of address is this?

Fang Zhuo couldn't help laughing, and waved to the little girl.

"Brother Fang, children are still very interesting." Zhou Xin said at this time.

Fang Zhuo suddenly frowned and asked: "Have you been to the teahouse for tea these days?"

Zhou Xin was stunned, and quickly guessed the logic here, and shook his head: "Look, Brother Fang, you can't blame me for saying that you often have multiple meanings in your words, no, I'm just expressing my personal feelings."

"I don't know how you are blacking me behind my back now." Fang Zhuo patted Zhou Xin's shoulder.

Zhou Xin silently looked at Yu, Wang, Xiong and others who were scattered around and eyeing him covetously. How could they not be black?

I then realized the truth that people are divided into groups, and those who are close to ink are black.

The second best president in the world has become black!

Brother Fang, you have to look for the reasons from yourself.

Zhou Xin was complaining in his heart, but on the surface he accompanied Brother Fang and greeted various guests as usual.

Today, not only his own people were there, but also Liu Yingjian from Hanwang, Ni Runfeng, an old friend of home appliances, Zhang Xuebin, the head of Changhong, Nan Cun of Chint Group, and others. Some were invited, and some took the initiative to join in the fun because they heard that the annual meeting of the Yike system was not closed.

Like Nan Cunhui, Zhou Xin didn't know this person before. After asking around, he found out that he had accompanied Brother Fang to Europe for economic and trade activities a while ago. This time he came probably out of gratitude.

Like Luo Minghua, the secretary-general of Luzhou, this time he took the name of Bingxin General Manager Qiu to talk about work together, probably a semi-public and semi-private relationship.

The conference center was bustling, with a noisy atmosphere of the New Year.

Fang Zhuo exchanged more than half of the greetings, and saw the president of IDG, and greeted him with a smile: "Old Xiong, with our relationship, why are you still coming here?"

"It's a grand event of Yike, I want to borrow the joy to dispel the haze of the financial crisis." Xiong Xiaoge also smiled.

Fang Zhuo shook hands with Lao Xiong and said jokingly: "Look at your bad appearance, you have evil intentions in your eyes."

Xiong Xiaoge would have retorted in the past, but today he just smiled.

Fang Zhuo looked to the side and happened to see Wang Fengyi, saying hello: "Come on, come on, Brother Wang, get the old bear away quickly."

Xiong Xiaoge was unconvinced: "What's the matter with you? You've never been nice to me, but now Wang Fengyi wants to kick me out as soon as he comes? Is it too much to burn bridges?"

Fang Zhuo shook his head and said, "No, you looked even worse when you smiled just now."

Wang Fengyi came closer and without saying a word, he started rolling up his sleeves.

Xiong Xiaoge was convinced: "It's Chinese New Year, ok, ok, today is the home field of Yike Annual Meeting, I'll bear with you, I'll find someone over there to communicate business, okay?"

He turned around and left without any hesitation. This so-called investment means investing in people, and you have to invest in someone as sharp as Mr. Fang. I don't know if he really knows it or is just intuitive.

Xiong Xiaoge walked a few steps and touched his face again, a little doubtful. Did he really look bad when he smiled?

"Old Xiong is acting weird today." Fang Zhuo shook his head.

Wang Fengyi said harshly: "He just thinks too much easily."

Fang Zhuo nodded slightly, suspecting that Lao Xiong wanted to talk to him about IDG America.

But this matter is not easy to talk about. If IDG America can bet on Yike this time, it will definitely help him reverse acquire IDG's brand, but... this is a tacit understanding, and it will be a real connection.

He asked Wang Fengyi to take a seat, and after chatting for a while, he asked Su Wei: "Are we only going to have meetings in the conference center and not eat?"

"We'll finish the ceremony in two hours, and then go to the banquet hall above to eat." Su Wei replied, "First it's formal, and then we can eat and drink freely."

Fang Zhuo nodded and asked again: "Where is Mr. Yu? Why haven't you seen her?"

Su Wei glanced in the direction of the door and said, "She just finished training her brother, and she is going to touch up her makeup now."

Fang Zhuo laughed dumbly: "Are you so serious?"

"Didn't you promise me that you would have the opportunity to be the global president of Yike in the future? This time you show up, all the senior officials are here, so that shouldn't be a stretch." Su Wei said matter-of-factly.

Fang Zhuo smiled and said, "You know all this?"

Su Wei asked calmly: "What do you think I don't know?"

"Hey, Secretary-General Luo, Brother Luo." Fang Zhuo raised his hand. This person is the liaison person in Luzhou from beginning to end. Even the leaders above are very concerned about the taste of his cooking. We must have a good chat. chat.

Luo Minghua walked over quickly with a smile on his face and firmly conveyed the warmth from his hometown to Mr. Fang's hands.

The two had a lively chat, their words full of sincere emotions.

Su Wei looked at this situation and turned around to inspect the seating arrangement again.

There are about 400 people attending today's annual meeting, including middle and senior management, as well as employee representatives, including those who joined the registration network from the earliest to the present, and some who have just joined the company a few days ago.

There were no arrangements for media reporters. Although some interview requests were made after hearing the news, they were all declined. Only internal filming and video materials were left.

The seats near the stage at the front are arranged according to the arrangement. Yike Yu Hong, Bingxin Qiu Ciyun, Ego Su Wei, Medical Zhou Xin, Sina Wang Yan are in the center, IDG Xiong Xiaoge, Shenxin Science and Technology Wang Fengyi and other friends are next, and the first row is still there. There are company executives such as Xu Keden, Liu Qiangdong, Pan Ben, and Wang Xing. Considering the pillar status of real estate in our country, Liu Suyi, the newly listed president of Yongke Real Estate, also has a seat in the first row.

More middle and high-level people and friends such as Ni Runfeng, Zhang Xuebin, Xu Xin, Nan Cunhui, Ma Xiliang and others are in the second row and later.

For tonight's speech order, knowing that Mr. Fang was not interested in this aspect, Su Weiming's plan was to let him speak a few simple sentences one after the other, with the middle part being the report of the person in charge of each company.

In fact, she planned to not let Mr. Fang come down after he went up to give a speech. She would be the first to ask him questions directly to avoid him getting really angry, followed by Xiong Xiaoge, Yu Hong, Qiu Ciyun and others.

Su Wei estimated that Mr. Qiu Ciyun would definitely ask a serious question, and Mr. Xiong Xiaoge and Xiong must have been eagerly waiting for a long time.

At six o'clock, the annual meeting is about to begin, the scene gradually becomes quiet, and the camera has been debugged.

"Mr. Fang, it's almost time." Seeing that Mr. Fang and Ni Runfeng were still chatting, Su Wei gave a small reminder.

"Lao Ni and I were just chatting. We should really be chatting while eating at this annual party. How did Liu Zonghong arrange it?" Fang Zhuo had no intention of getting up. "How about you go up and give a speech? I'll talk about it last."

Su Wei was stunned and quickly refused: "No, I didn't prepare any words."

"I didn't prepare anything. I just said a few words casually. The main purpose was to watch Pan Ben and the others talk about the business progress." Fang Zhuo said with a smile.

Su Wei chopped first and played later, and immediately applauded.

In an instant, warm applause erupted in the conference center, and the atmosphere was immediately heightened.

Fang Zhuo had to stand up and wave to everyone, and his action made the enthusiasm even higher.

"Then I'll just say a few words and you sit down."

Fang Zhuo didn't think anything of the speech at the annual meeting. It was Chinese New Year, so everyone went upstairs to eat in a lively manner.

Su Wei sat down and watched Mr. Fang stand in the center of the stage wearing the suit he specially selected.

The applause lasted for a long time.

Fang Zhuo held the microphone and raised his hand several times to signal that everyone was quiet.

The atmosphere is very warm, just say a few words.

"Hello everyone, welcome to Yike's annual meeting."

"Actually, it's not just the annual meeting of Yike, it's the annual meeting of several of our brother companies. But as I stand here, it is undeniable that I have more feelings for Yike."

"Eight years ago, that is, in 2001, we established Yike in Shanghai. It just so happens that this year 2009 was the year when the financial crisis swept through. Eight years ago, it was the year when the Internet bubble crisis gradually came out of the haze."

"The eight years between the two crises were like a fleeting moment. Looking back, I feel very emotional."

"When Yike was first founded, we decided to make MP3 players. At that time, South Korea already had MP3 players, but we were not the first. Later, we decided to make smartphones, but we were also not the first."

"Eight years ago, we faced behemoths like Sony. Eight years later, we faced more powerful Nokia and Samsung, but they were more calm."

"What has supported us till now?"

“We did not make the first product on the track, but we made a product that better meets the needs of users and solves their pain points.”

"It is good products that have supported us for eight years, and it is continuous progress that has made us what we are today."

"This is exactly the same as the original intention of our business, making progress and maintaining progress."

"Eight years ago, it could be said that Yike had nothing. Products were imitated, parts were purchased from various manufacturers, and music was shared on the Internet."

"Eight years later, we are about to launch our own YMS. We have the core patent of touch screen, sensors for collaborative research, designs that lead the industry, a system ecosystem that pursues win-win, and tens of millions of people around the world. of users.”

"I'm very pleased and proud."

"In the past eight years, we have played good cards, we have good products, and we have increasingly excellent partners such as Mr. Yu, Mr. Pan and Mr. Liu that we can rely on."

"But, I stand here and have to think about one thing. What about the next eight years?"

"Yike has initially taken the lead in smartphones and has attracted the attention of the industry."

"But this advantage is short-lived and not solid enough. We are still competing with LG and Nokia for patents."

"We need to consolidate our advantages, make them long-lasting, make them sustainable, and continue to build Yike into a world-renowned mobile phone brand."

Fang Zhuo's voice became serious and his brows wrinkled slightly.

"At the same time, we must also anticipate and prepare for the bad cards we will encounter in the next eight years."

"The financial crisis that started last year will inevitably have an extremely wide-ranging impact, causing a chain reaction, and the competition that will follow will inevitably become more intense."

"It would be a mistake if you feel comfortable just because you have a temporary lead."

“In the next eight years, as far as I am concerned, and as far as the senior management is concerned, we need to adjust the organizational structure to be more suitable for combining forces, make technology investment more accurate, and make resource exchange between each other smoother. We can neither rush for quick success nor quick gains. Cringe."

Fang Zhuo took a breath and looked around the conference center at his colleagues and friends who were listening attentively. The atmosphere was indeed good, and he seemed to have said a few more words.

It seems a little uncomfortable, but it may not be so, just hold on.