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Chapter 13 Turn a blind eye
Chapter 13 Turn a blind eye
Mediterranean.
As the weather warms up, this place has become a toy show for the top rich.
A local tyrant from the Middle East swaggered across the sea with a 180-meter-long speedboat, and happened to meet a wealthy N generation of the old Qian family, his nemesis.
When the enemy met, he was extremely jealous.
The two sides directly started the "my bigger and longer" primary school chicken scolding battle, like two gorillas showing off their male symbols.
Until, a speedboat longer than the two of them combined passed by silently and low-key, and the aquarium with the great white shark on the splint was shining.
The world is quiet.
Mr. Qing, who was lying on the artificial beach, put on his sunscreen and stretched out his hand, and housekeeper No. 34 handed him a tablet.
The latest progress of the Heir Contest has been summarized to him.
"It's boring." He coldly commented on the actions of the financial geniuses, Internet geniuses, and entertainment geniuses who were on the top of the list.
"Idiot." He commented again on the pitiful crane tails and the contestants who had quit the game.
It was not until Qing Qin's new progress appeared that the wrinkles on the richest man's face relaxed slightly.
The housekeeper serving him observes his words and looks: "Mr. Xiaoqing successfully made the name of Qiqi on the Internet this time, collected the evidence provided by netizens that Qiqi was once well-known in the country, and forced judicial justice through public opinion. It's impossible to do anything in a lawsuit."
"Three birds with one stone." Mr. Qing's raised eyebrows flattened, and his eyes turned to the great white shark in the pool next to him.
He opened another file, which was impressively the distribution of forces behind many contestants.
Even if the contestants could not take the initiative to tell the facts of the competition, more than one hundred people entered and exited the mansion of the richest man on the same day, and a large number of small companies parachuted into presidents, which was enough to attract the attention of all capitals.
"It seems that the balance of the game still needs external force to maintain the balance." The richest man stared at Qing Qin's empty behind-the-scenes forces and smiled, "Young people don't like to reward the old man when they are broadcasting live, so I will send something to this kid. something."
After the crash, it still has to work.
Qing Qin returned to the company and first went to the factory to inspect.
Last night's public opinion fermented, and today's online orders showed explosive growth.
The recently established network department is crazy busy, orders are sent out like water, and even the workers outside are full of pride and red faces.
"Mr. Qing," the newly arrived little girl was the first to spot Qing Qin who was standing at the door like a ghost, and waved excitedly, "Our sales broke 100,000 in one night!"
The employees behind her all saw Qing Qin and cheered in unison.
A series of "Boss Qing is good", "Boss Qing is awesome", and "Boss Qing is so handsome today" broke out.
"Oh," Qing Qin nodded weakly, "You guys come on."
He thought that since there is no way to cut off the source of income, it is better to expand the expenditure: "Everyone will pay double bonus this month."
"Long live Mr. Qing!" The entire office immediately became a sea of joy, and only Qing Qin stubbornly interpreted what it means to be gloomy.
He turned around, leaving behind an unfathomable figure in the eyes of an employee.
I want to be alone, and Qingqin is dejected.
Meng Pang didn't let him go, stepping on high heels, holding the document and coming over anxiously, when he looked up, he saw Qing Qin's haggard face.
Ah, Mr. Qing must have stayed up all night for the popularity of the public opinion last night, and now I have to trouble him because I am too incompetent.
But the matter was urgent, she still said: "Mr. Qing, the big thing is not good."
There is also such a good thing, Qing Qin suddenly refreshed: "Don't be nervous, say it."
"Our inventory is not enough. Although Mr. Li has already upgraded the production line, the supply is still not enough. The online channel will soon be out of stock." Meng Yu said a long paragraph in one breath, and did not forget to put forward his own suggestions. , "Our factory must be open 24 hours a day, recruit more workers, and let them work three shifts."
Hehe, I am not stupid. Qing Qin cleared his throat: "If you don't increase production, you will be out of stock directly through online channels."
"But this is the best time to sell!" Meng Piao became anxious.
Qingqin walked quickly, looking like he was in a hurry, leaving only one sentence: "I have my own arrangements."
Meng Yu stopped and chewed the words carefully, with a small flame in his eyes: "I understand."
"What do you understand?" Meng Yao brought his legal counsel over and raised his eyebrows when he saw his younger sister's fighting spirit.
"Mr. Qing said that we don't need to expand production. What we want now is a sense of mystery. The better the taste is, the more you can't buy it, the more interested we will be. Our popularity can be even higher!"
"Qing always said that." Meng Yao's mouth twitched.
As a result, legal counsel Li Zhi also pushed his glasses and joined the battle: "It really is Mr. Qing. When we all only see the immediate interests, he has already planned the next step."
"Yes, I originally thought that Mr. Qing's face was haggard in the morning because he was scheming last night. Now that I think about it, I was thinking about whether to expand production. I actually ran to urge Mr. Qing to expand production earlier, which is really naive."
"No, that's not right. Although Mr. Qing can handle all this by himself, he is also a person who is willing to discover talents and cultivate talents. You take the initiative to make suggestions and think about the company. I think Mr. Qing is also pleased."
The two chatted enthusiastically, and their faces were full of enthusiasm, like a cult scene.
Meng Yao only felt that he was out of tune with them because he was too normal.
Are we really the same person?
Xiaoqing's brainwashing ability is truly terrifying.
In the end, she couldn't bear to shatter her sister's fantasy, and she didn't emphasize that they came here to supervise Qing, who didn't want to lose the game maliciously, and knocked on the door for herself.
"Come in." Qing Qin's slightly cold voice sounded.
The two little fans and little fans immediately put away their expressions, raised their chests and abdomens, sorted out their instruments, and made a "we are professional" expression.
Meng Yao: I really should find a chance to let President Qing see your true colors.
Li Zhi took the lead and put the documents that he had sorted out all night on the table: "Mr. Qing, this is the evidence I sorted out last night. Netizens spontaneously found the packaging, sales records, and taxpayers of Qiqi. Commendation, etc., the parts that our Qiqi archives lost in those years have also been completed."
He concluded with high spirits: "Now we have enough evidence for well-known trademark certification, and the wind on the Internet is indeed in our favor!"
Qing Qin: "Fuck."
He leaned back in the computer chair. Out of the corner of the eye, he could still see the crocodile with its mouth open in the photo album. The voice squeezed out of the gap between his teeth: "Do as you say, and I will give you a bonus."
"Okay," Li Zhi only thought that Qing Qin was letting go of his worries, and vowed to make up for it, "I will immediately apply for the certification of a well-known trademark and smash the colorful conspiracy."
"No, no need." Anyway, let's give Colorful a chance to save himself. Maybe my good teammates on the road to bankruptcy can have any new actions. Qing Qin immediately changed the subject, "It's not easy for you guys. Today is a day off. Let's go to the city's best A meal at a good restaurant Xunweizhai is considered a celebration feast."
"This, we haven't finished the lawsuit." Li Zhi hesitated.
"Zhang Chi is modest, and the combination of work and rest is the right way. No one will work for me today," Qing Qin pressed down and stopped his words, "Meng Yao, the meal expenses are taken from the company's account. In addition, each employee A thousand meal supplements are given every month, so that you have the strength to work when you are full.”
As soon as the holiday news came out, everyone began to sing their praises and pack their things in joy.
Xunweizhai.
Zhang Shan stood at the door with a polite smile.
Today, he invited a person who spoke to the court in Jingzhou, and specially reserved the best private room, just to have a few words with people.
During this period of time, Qibao successfully turned around, putting the colorful into an embarrassing situation. Mr. Deng, who had vowed to get the Chengdong Industrial Park for them, no longer mentioned that matter, which made the current situation even worse.
For the present, only by winning this lawsuit can we turn the tables.
However, sitting and waiting on the right, was stunned that no one could come.
The director of the marketing department behind him answered the phone with a look of embarrassment. He exchanged glances with the people around him for a moment, kicked the ball back and forth, and finally was forced to accept the fatal task.
"Mr. Zhang." The Director of Marketing took a step forward, clasped his hands together, lowered his head naturally, and shouted.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Shan turned his head, rolled up the document in his hand, and gave him a hand impatiently, "If you have a fart, let it go."
"That one is not coming."
"what?!"
"There is a lot of uproar on the Internet, and the public opinion is not good for us, and the higher level has begun to pay attention to this matter. That one... must avoid suspicion."
Zhang Shan smashed his head several times, and a series of unbearable curses spewed out.
The passers-by who came and went all looked shocked and disgusted, and some even stopped and took out their mobile phones to take pictures.
Before Zhang Shan could vent his anger, three buses drove to the door of Xunwei.
"What's the matter," Zhang Shan said with displeased eyes, "When will you be able to park at the entrance of Xingwei!"
The next second, the inquisitive manager greeted him with a bunch of waiters. He didn't even look at the colorful boss who sooner or later fell, and waited directly at the door of the car.
A pair of long legs stepped out, and Qing Qin got out of the car wearing a blue suit and brown sunglasses, with a cold expression.
Behind him, the chattering staff of the networking group flew down like birds and started taking pictures.
The production team was relatively cramped, but they also began to look around with curiosity and pride in their eyes.
"Welcome and welcome." Manager Xunwei said with a smile, not caring about Qingqin's indifference at all, and said enthusiastically, "The second floor is all left for you, I hope everyone in Qibao can have a good time!"
"Thank you." Qing Qin took off his sunglasses and hung them on the second button of his shirt. He was about to enter the door, completely ignoring the colorful crowd at the door.
Zhang Shan had never been insulted like this in his first half of his life, the old and the new were intertwined, and he rushed up like a bull who had seen a red cloth: "This is not our boss Qing who sells miserably online every day, what's the matter? Still in the mood to come here to eat and drink.”
"Sorry, who are you?" Qing Qin asked bluntly when he saw the person who was rushing up.
Meng Yao, who was behind him, burst out laughing, and everyone else tried their best to hold back their laughter.
What's more shameful than your opponent having no idea about who you are?
Zhang Shan was so angry that his face was deformed, and he was about to raise his hands in anger.
"I'm sorry, I'm a black belt in Taekwondo," Qing Qin was not someone who was slaughtered, seeing that he wanted to use force,
easy
Clamping his wrist, "I suggest you don't do it, or I'll have to pay for your medical bills."
Zhang Shan's arms were so hard he couldn't move.
He recalled the gangsters who had been subdued by Qingqin before, grass, he really couldn't beat them.
Qing Qin stopped the man who came out to attack him inexplicably, turned his head to the manager Xunwei and said, "I hope your store can strengthen security."
"That's that." Manager Xunwei nodded desperately, "Mr. Qing goes in with me first."
Qingqin snorted and walked into the restaurant.
Zhang Shan watched the little one hundred people go in to eat with joy and laughter, completely ignoring such a big living person as himself, and only felt a burst of angina.
"Mr. Zhang, what should we do then?" the marketing director asked cautiously, "Go back?"
"Go back to you big head!" Zhang Shan was furious, "Let's wait for him to come out and slap the ownership of Qiqi in his face!"