Reinventing the Millennium

"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 to the Shanghai World Financial Center. The original chatting atmosphere gradually became a little more subtle with the questions asked by Zhou Xin's daughter Zhou Keke.

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

Fang Zhuo glanced at Zhou Xin who seemed to be nothing, and said to Zhou Keke amiably: "These things are a long story. When you go to school and learn to read, Uncle Fang will write a memoir, and then you will be able to see the answer in it. ”

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

Fang Zhuo then said to Zhou Xin: "There may be media at today's annual meeting. The child is young, so don't let her come into contact with the media. We must protect the child's growth."

Zhou Xin grinned: "Yes, Brother Fang."

Fang Zhuo looked at Zhou Xin's expression and couldn't help but said: "You should stop arranging me behind my back."

Zhou Xinsha nodded matter-of-factly. There was nothing to arrange. As long as he retold it exactly as it was, it could be regarded as a bedtime story to coax the baby.

Judging from the current situation, the business legend story is quite effective.

I don't want to talk about you, I just want to coax the baby.

Zhou Keke, who was still two months to three years old, was at the time when she was quirky and fun. Fang Zhuo held the little girl in his arms, pointed at the street scene outside, and said with a smile: "Keke, which shop outside looks good, uncle will give it to you." Buy it, okay?"

Zhou Keke raised his head, looked at Uncle Fang upside down, and said childishly: "Uncle Fang, I'm just young, not stupid."

Fang Zhuo laughed.

Yu Lanyu couldn't help but nodded his daughter's forehead with his finger, not being stupid when he should be stupid, and becoming stupid when he shouldn't be stupid.

When the car arrived at its destination, Su Wei, who had come early, was already waiting.

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

"Don't say that to others when you're on stage." Su Wei tried to persuade her from the side.

"If you ask me, the money spent here is worse than giving red envelopes to employees." Fang Zhuo felt a little troubled and expensive again.

Su Wei said calmly: "Shanghai World Financial Center greatly welcomes the Yike Annual Meeting to be held here. It will sponsor the venue for free, no money required."

Fang Zhuo was a little surprised and said, "Have you arranged a song and dance performance?"

"I simply called a few people, and they didn't ask for any money. It was a friendly singing performance, and the company didn't even ask for anything." Su Wei was still very calm.

Fang Zhuo smiled and said, "With so many people coming, it will cost money to eat and drink, right?"

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

Fang Zhuo: "..."

He looked down at Zhou Keke, who was listening to the adults with wide eyes, and gave her a piece of life advice: "Keke, do you see, my 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 place laughed.

Fang Zhuo picked up Zhou Keke and glanced at Zhou Xin. It turned out that there was a high-level black one lurking next to him, Xiao Xinzi, with his black feet exposed.

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

"Mr. Fang is here!"

"Hello, Mr. Fang."

Fang Zhuo held Zhou Keke in his arms, walking and stopping, listening to the sounds of greetings.

"Brother Fang, let me hug her." Yu Lanyu hugged her daughter over for fear of getting in the way.

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

What is this name?

Fang Zhuo couldn't help laughing and waved his hand 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 drinking tea in the tea room these days?"

Zhou Xin was stunned. He quickly guessed the logic behind this and shook his head: "Look, Brother Fang, you can't blame me for saying that you often have multiple meanings in your words. No, it's just my personal emotion."

"Now I feel like you don't know how to hack me behind my back." Fang Zhuo patted Zhou Xin on the shoulder.

Zhou Xin silently looked at the Yu, Wang, Xiong and others who were scattered around and looking at them eagerly. How could there be something not black about this?

Immediately, he realized that people are divided into groups, and those who are close to black are black.

The second best CEO in the world has turned into black ink!

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

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

Today there are not only our own people, but also Liu Yingjian from Hanwang, old friend Ni Runfeng from home appliances, Zhang Xuebin, the head of Changhong, Nan Cun of Chint Group, and others. Some of them came by invitation, and some came because they heard that the annual meeting of the Yi Ke Department is not closed. Take the initiative to join in the fun.

Like Nan Cunhui, Zhou Xin didn't know this person before. After a little inquiry, he found out that he went to Europe with Brother Fang to do economic and trade activities a while ago. He was probably grateful for coming here this time.

For example, Luo Minghua, the secretary-general of Luzhou, this time came to discuss work in the name of Mr. Bingxin Qiu, which is probably a semi-public and semi-private relationship.

The conference center was bustling with activity, giving it a noisy New Year atmosphere.

Fang Zhuo exchanged greetings for most of the time. When he saw the president of IDG, he smiled and said hello: "Old Xiong, we have such a relationship, why do you want to come here?"

"I thought it would be a great event for Yike to help with the gloom 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 it has to be invested in someone as sharp as Mr. Fang. I don't know if it's true knowledge or pure intuition.

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 reversely 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 arrangements.

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, which 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, the sensor for collaborative research, the design that leads the industry, the system ecology that pursues win-win, and the tens of millions of people around the world. User."

"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 must consolidate our advantages, make them long-lasting and 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 definitely 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.