Grassroots Glory

Dortmund, Ruhr Division of Volkswagen.

Zhou Zhenyong put down the phone, turned his head back into the office, and sat on his office chair, staring calmly at his face and sitting opposite to himself. .

After Zhou Zhenyong came back, he kept looking at the old man in front of him, the group director from Wolfsburg headquarters. Similarly, the other party squinted at him.

The quiet atmosphere lasted for ten seconds. The secretary knocked on the door and walked in, only to break the silence in the room: "BOSS, this is the financial report for the quarter you want."

The secretary put the report on the table, keenly felt the atmosphere in the room was wrong, and hurriedly retreated.

"Zhou, this matter is not very serious. Frankly speaking, I also think that you are not responsible for the losses caused by the failure of this merger and acquisition, but this proposal is what you suggested to the headquarters. Some people in the board of directors believe that the problem is at the source, so Now you must have an attitude so that I can help you calm down the group of guys. Zhou, the chairman still trusts you, but he also needs a credible statement to help you calm down your doubts."

Zhou Zhenyong lit a cigarette and took a light sip, shaking his head with a wry smile: "Why do you want to add to your sins? There are people who want to mess with me, where do you need so many reasons. You are right, Mr. Warm?"

Warm frowned lightly and said, "Zhou, I really want to help you. Don’t be mistaken. We all know your abilities. In fact, you only need one reason. It’s really just a reason. The headquarters is still Many people support you."

Zhou Zhenyong shook his head, clicked the mouse a few times on the computer, and shook his head, said: "Wam, your words are ridiculously known? Did the people at the headquarters sit in the high wall for a long time and become a group of pigs with no thinking ability, With a group of cowards who don’t dare to take responsibility? Someone wants me to bear it, hehe!"

Wham frowned slightly, but before he opened his mouth, Zhou Zhenyong stood up and said, "Wam, I have sent an email to the headquarters. I have nothing to explain about this matter, even if I came to the headquarters to ask me Say, because it is obvious that someone wants me to give way! Oh, since that is the case, then I will quit... The email sent to the headquarters is my resignation letter. Whoever has the ability and who will come, I don’t want to control this mess."

Varm's complexion changed and quickly stood up and said, "Where are you going, Zhou, calm down!"

"I'll pour a glass of water, can't it? At least until the headquarters approves, will this office be used by me?"

Wam quickly approached him and said, "Zhou, my friend, you calm down. This is not a big deal. Even if the group of people on the board want to track down, they will never impeach you. The approval rate is basically No resolution can be passed. But you don’t know what you are doing? You may lose everything, everything! Old friend, do you think it’s worth it?"

"It's not worth it, but I don't want to fight anymore." Zhou Zhenyong shook his head. "My son actually persuaded me to retire long ago. He is the one who has to fight for everything, and should be the first character, if still in his. I must fight for my age. No one can take what I don’t want to give."

Zhou Zhenyong suddenly raised his tone, calmed down after shouting, and said with a smile: "But now there is no such motivation, and I am old and tired. It is time to enjoy life and be a fan, hey, do you know what? Mum, I haven’t really watched his game in recent years. I’m ready to make up this lesson."

After listening to it, Wam thought for a while and patted Zhou Zhenyong's shoulder with a smile: "Man, discuss something, can you help me get a signed football?"

Zhou Zhenyong's eyes flashed suspiciously, this old man is older than me, still chasing stars? Although there was such a surprise in his heart.

Seeing his eyes, Varm quickly explained: "Of course not what I want, my little grandson is a loyal fan of your son."

Zhou Zhenyong smiled: "Small meaning. By the way, Wamm, I will take away the financial report on the table later, it will be my account to the headquarters."

...

Phuket, Thailand.

After Zhou Tiancheng hung up, Chu Yunling looked at him with a smile on his face and asked, "Who are you calling this time?"

"Tina. I wanted to give her an internship, but she said she couldn't do it."

Chu Yunling gave him a white glance: "Ha! Please, even if you catch Zhuang Ding, you can't be hungry, right? She? Haha, half a fan. What now? What if you call Dad?"

"He? Don't expect it, but it's BOSS, and work is so busy."

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Zhou Tiancheng thought about it, and called Dad over by a phone call.

Originally, he had no hope, he simply did not think his father had resigned. With wide eyes asked: "Dad, why did you suddenly resign?"

"I don't want to do it, it's boring. Is it a surprise?"

Zhou Tiancheng's eyes lit up and said, "Oh, dad, you see you are so impulsive as you are old, and you have lost your work. Are you really going to let yourself get used to it?"

Zhou Zhenyong felt that his son was not right and smiled, but did not answer.

Zhou Tiancheng coughed lightly, his attitude was very gentle, and put on a courteous tone~www.wuxiaspot.com~ asked: "Dad, from BOSS to bare commander, needless to say I also know that the gap is quite big. Think I don’t want to continue to be a BOSS, but a few hundred people!"

Zhou Tiancheng made this matter simple.

"I knew you were a weasel to give the rooster a New Year's greeting. What's the matter? I want to dig your dad to work for you? Dong Zhou, how much money do you want to pay? The monthly salary is low. For a CEO like me, it must be Annual salary, starting from six digits!"

"Ha! Dad, you deliberately? Your disposable income should be nine digits. I have so many net worths."

"Hahaha, I love to hear that! Okay, it’s pretty good to see you haven’t asked for someone today, like my son, I will help you this time. But I have a condition, send me a Your autographed football comes."

Zhou Tiancheng shouted over there: "Dad, it's refreshing! This condition is trivial."

Zhou Tiancheng put down the phone and immediately smiled, Chu Yunling hummed: "Your luck is really good enough. Now you can focus on it? Tap lightly, as before, no lightness and no reopening, I will not let go Yours."

...

At the end of the phone, Zhou Zhenyong, who hung up the phone, smiled and said to himself: "This kid, he has the ability to catch his father's strong man. Haha!"

But his expression proved that he didn't mind at all, even excited.

Now there is no pressure on him, he is happy to cheer for his son.

Before each game, put down everything in front of the TV, shouting for goals and victory. This is what a pure and loyal fan should show. He had in the past, and now he can return to this state.

What's more, the focus that often arouses the cheers is his son.

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