Chapter 321: President Pei, I’m Your Fan
Chapter 321: President Pei, I’m Your Fan
November 6th, Saturday.
Pei Qian lay slumped in his office chair, lifelessly scrolling through résumés sent by job seekers to the company email.
At the moment, the HR department was still frantically preparing materials for the onboarding exam. The work was extremely complex and involved many steps, so it would be difficult to sort everything out in a short time.
Pei Qian happened to be idle, so he opened the company’s recruitment inbox, thinking he might casually pan for gold and see if he could discover some capable aides worth heavily reusing.
But after looking through many résumés, none of them satisfied him.
Every single résumé was just too well made!
Who knew whether they were made by the applicants themselves or paid for online.
It seemed that everyone took applying to Tengda very seriously—but this caused President Pei enormous difficulty when it came to screening.
With résumés this polished, how could President Pei dare to hire them?
“Forget it. Me trying to recruit people myself is already ridiculous enough.”
“I’d better wait for the standard ‘slacker-screening exam’ process.”
Pei Qian was currently in urgent need of people. For example, the vice president in charge of the mobile phone business still hadn’t been settled.
Although Lin Wan was also responsible for the phone business, she was ultimately just a manager, or at best someone who could only handle part of it. There had to be someone to help share her burden.
Of course, to put it more bluntly, there needed to be someone to balance Lin Wan out a bit—to slow her down.
The fear was that Lin Wan was simply too capable. If both the game and phone businesses took off together, Pei Qian would really be unable to handle it.
But this candidate had never been easy to find.
Pei Qian originally wanted to look through the email inbox, but then he realized that Tengda hadn’t had a phone business before, so very few applicants had backgrounds in the mobile phone field.
If he hired a complete outsider who knew nothing, the intention would be far too obvious. Lin Wan would easily notice something was off, and the chances of persuading her to go home and inherit the family business would drop significantly.
So the person he was looking for at least had to look decent on paper.
Pei Qian thought for a moment—maybe he could try asking Qiandu for help?
He searched online with the keywords: “mobile phone” and “bankruptcy.”
After browsing briefly, one piece of news caught Pei Qian’s attention.
“Hongcheng Technology Insolvent: Enforcement Targets Near 1.3 Billion Within Less Than a Month”
“The latest information shows that the operating entity of Hongcheng Technology, XXXXX Co., Ltd., has been listed as a party subject to enforcement, with enforcement targets of approximately…”
“It is reported that Hongcheng Technology’s total liabilities exceed 8 billion yuan. Why did Hongcheng Technology, which had a net profit of 174 million yuan a year ago, suddenly collapse? The founder stated in an interview that the direct cause was a broken capital chain, while the root cause was that the company had been losing money for a long time.”
“However, Hongcheng Technology’s former vice president Chang You is suspected of having expressed a different view online, believing that the fundamental reason for Hongcheng Technology’s failure was short-sightedness. This statement drew widespread backlash from netizens, who believed that it was precisely Chang You’s erroneous decisions and unrealistic ambition that dragged Hongcheng Technology down.”
“It is worth noting that from August 13th to now, Hongcheng Technology has become a party subject to enforcement for the fourth time, with cumulative enforcement targets of about 1.3 billion yuan…”
Pei Qian read this with envy.
At least a hundred million yuan lost!
If I were the one who lost that much…
In any case, there had to be a real “talent” inside Hongcheng Technology!
Either the founder, or this vice president.
After all, if the two of them were throwing blame at each other, at least one of them had to be seriously problematic.
Pei Qian flipped through more information about Hongcheng Technology and found that it had once been a fairly decent domestic phone manufacturer. It also handled various phone-related businesses. At the beginning of last year, it was said that the previous year’s net profit had exceeded 100 million yuan.
And yet just over a year later, it collapsed without warning.
Pei Qian then searched for information on Hongcheng Technology’s former vice president, Chang You—and his eyes instantly lit up.
Since joining Hongcheng Technology last year as vice president in charge of the mobile phone business, President Chang had gone all out on Weibo and at press conferences to make his presence felt, producing a whole collection of “classic quotes.”
“Making phones is about changing the world. Who the hell does it for your lousy bit of money?”
“I’m a high-level craftsman. Don’t always think I’ll make some low-level mistakes.”
“In the future, there will be more phone manufacturers like us—making phones not to make money, but just to make friends with everyone.”
“I don’t like seeing that surprised look on your faces. This is just a very ordinary little idea of mine. Everyone, sit down.”
“My artistic design is perfect. You people only get to watch. Even if the CEO of Pineapple Phone came here, he wouldn’t be able to change a single thing.”
“I came to Hongcheng Technology just to accomplish three small goals: the first small goal is to win every award in the world that can be won; the second small goal is to sell ten million phones; the third small goal is to casually change the world.”
“I also have an awesome product in development that can boost everyone’s work efficiency by 2000%. I believe I’ll be able to show it to everyone very soon!”
The onlooking netizens were clearly more interested in his soundbites than in the phone he was launching, and they gave him many amusing nicknames, such as “President Paid,” “Teacher Chang,” and “Great Philanthropist Chang.”
The more Pei Qian read, the more he felt an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.
He really grew fonder and fonder of this President Chang!
Although he wasn’t fat—rather, he was somewhat short and thin—Pei Qian could somehow feel that there was an inexhaustible amount of energy contained within his body!
Pei Qian immediately made the call: this was the guy!
The newly established phone brand had to be put under his charge—this was exactly the kind of talent Pei Qian had been searching for all along.
He quickly summoned Assistant Xin.
After Assistant Xin came in, he first reported on the matter Pei Qian had assigned earlier.
“President Pei, the investment assistant you asked me to look for has been found. If you have time, you can meet him and see whether he’s suitable.”
Pei Qian thought for a moment. “Alright. Have him go directly to the Handong University branch of Moyu Internet Café two hours from now. I’ll meet him there.”
“And also, help me look up the contact information for Hongcheng Technology’s former vice president, Chang You. I want to meet him.”
Assistant Xin nodded. “Okay, I’ll take care of it right away.”
Just as Assistant Xin was about to turn and leave, Pei Qian suddenly remembered something very important and asked, “Wait—what’s the name of that investment consultant you found?”
They were about to interview him, yet he didn’t even know the man’s name. That would be rather inappropriate.
Assistant Xin replied, “His name is He Desheng. I’ve already sent his relevant résumé and background materials to your email.”
Pei Qian: “……”
“Is there a problem?” Seeing President Pei hesitate, Assistant Xin looked a little puzzled.
Pei Qian waved his hand. “No problem. Go ahead and get back to work.”
Assistant Xin left.
When Pei Qian heard that name, he almost wanted to replace the candidate on the spot.
He Desheng?
That name was seriously unlucky!
But then President Pei reconsidered. He was a good young man educated under materialism—he shouldn’t be indulging in such superstitious thinking.
Even that guy from Shangyang Games named “Hao Qiong”—hadn’t he gradually gotten rich under the nourishment of a high salary? That name didn’t really fit him anymore either!
In the end, though, the real issue was that there was no solid reason to replace the candidate.
They hadn’t even met yet, and he was already talking about switching people—wouldn’t that be a bit strange?
Pei Qian thought it over. Since the person was already coming, he might as well meet him together with Ma Yang.
If he really felt the guy wasn’t suitable, he could always come up with some excuse to replace him afterward.
…
Two hours later, at the Handong University branch of Moyu Internet Café.
Pei Qian and Ma Yang were already prepared.
President Pei’s first impression of this He Desheng hadn’t been great to begin with, so he wasn’t particularly looking forward to the meeting.
On the contrary, Ma Yang was a bit restless—more nervous than on a blind date—frequently glancing outside.
Pei Qian thoughtfully reminded him, “Old Ma, it’s a guy—and he’s not handsome either. You really don’t need to be this excited.”
Ma Yang looked righteous and dignified. “Brother Qian, what are you saying? I’m just thirsty for talent!”
“When I was in high school, I once aspired to study finance, but my science grades were just too terrible, so I had no choice but to switch to liberal arts.”
“So for big shots who understand investment, I have the utmost respect and admiration!”
Pei Qian vaguely sensed something was off and quickly reminded him, “Old Ma, respect is fine, but remember—you’re the angel investor who makes the final call. You need to have some independent judgment!”
Ma Yang thumped his chest. “Don’t worry, Brother Qian. I’m such a decisive person—what’s there to worry about?”
Pei Qian: “……”
How was it that Old Ma had so little self-awareness?
Was that a good thing, or a bad thing?
Pei Qian couldn’t quite tell.
While the two were chatting, He Desheng arrived.
Pei Qian had already looked through his photo and background earlier: twenty-seven years old, male, looked like an ordinary office worker—completely unremarkable.
It was even hard to find any standout feature on him.
To put it simply: he had very little presence.
Pei Qian was actually quite satisfied with this. Low presence meant weak influence, which would allow Ma Yang to freely unleash his “talents.”
He Desheng didn’t seem particularly nervous, probably because the environment at Moyu Internet Café was relatively relaxed and lacked the oppressive atmosphere of a company interview.
He Desheng talked at length about his background. Pei Qian didn’t really understand the inner workings of the investment world and couldn’t tell which parts were just fluff and which were real achievements.
But since he was someone Assistant Xin had found, his basic professional ability should be acceptable.
One noteworthy point was that He Desheng was currently an investment assistant at Fu Hui Capital, and was said to be on the verge of being promoted to investment manager.
Upon hearing “Fu Hui Capital,” Pei Qian’s thoughts drifted, and he couldn’t help but think of President Li.
He wondered how President Li had been doing lately, and when he might come along again to “help drag him down” a bit.
By the time Pei Qian snapped back to reality, He Desheng had already finished his self-introduction.
And throughout it, He Desheng had been looking at Pei Qian, as though he were quite interested in President Pei.
For a moment, Pei Qian couldn’t think of anything to ask, and the atmosphere became a bit awkward.
He glanced at Old Ma—only to see Ma Yang yawn, then nod apologetically. “Very well said!”
Pei Qian: “……”
He knew it. This guy had zoned out too and hadn’t been listening at all.
Just as Pei Qian was about to find a topic to break the ice, He Desheng spoke first.
“President Pei—I’m your fan!”
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Note:
He Desheng chinese raw name is 贺得胜, which translate to ‘Congratulations on your victory!’
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