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Since Baozhan went to work at Emerald Sun, Kuangzheng didn't want to run home at night. He came out of the office after seven o'clock and saw that most people had gone to eat. There were only a few junior analysts left in the office area, including Duan Xiaojun.

He was very clear about the promotion of the document during the day, and it was Clemen who made a fool of him, but so what, as a VP, he was only responsible for the work results, no matter what the reason, if he submitted a Word when the PPT should be submitted, it was a work mistake.

As for the conflict between Duan Xiaojun and Clemen, that is their own business.

For a rookie, when working in an investment bank, especially in mergers and acquisitions, when will you know how to put 40% of your energy on Word, Excel, and PPT, and put the remaining 60% on learning how to deal with people? .

Passing by Duan Xiaojun’s seat, Kuang Zheng saw that he was already working on the PPT, and on the desktop was the company’s ranking part: Wanrong Group’s Investment Banking Division was established in 1998. As the third wholly-owned domestic bank involved in this field, it is engaged in corporate consulting business For more than 20 years, it has ranked No. 2 in mergers and acquisitions in mainland China...

Kuang Zheng frowned: "What are you writing?"

When the door of the VP room was opened, Duan Xiaojun was in a tense state. Hearing his tone now, it was like a cloud of darkness, and his whole body was not well.

Kuangzheng was too lazy to care about him at first, but looking at him pitifully, he remembered what Baochan said last night: You don’t need help from others, so you don’t help others... Little people like us have helped each other to get to where we are today... …

Somewhere in his heart was inexplicably soft, and he bent down: "This can't be done. The purpose of the promotion document is to let the seller hire us, so the company ranking only conveys a message, that we are the strongest."

Covered by the sexy boss, Duan Xiaojun had difficulty breathing: "But..."

"Nothing but," Kuang Zheng was still strong, "Don't let me see words like the second and third. This sentence should be changed to 'ranking No.1 in mergers and acquisitions in the capital's financial circle'. In addition, Millennium is the transportation industry. We 800 years ago, there was an M&A transaction for a logistics company, which is the only one in this field these years, so I added the phrase 'No.1 M&A transaction in the transportation industry'."

Isn't this... a word game? Duan Xiaojun has seen it for a long time, Kuang Zheng patted him on the shoulder, turned around and went to the elevator, he walked on the front foot, and the gossip came again on the back foot:

"Why is the boss treating him so well..."

"That's right, he never cares about such idiot questions!"

"Don't talk about idiots, even the hundreds of pages of valuation analysis, he won't call me when he's in a bad mood..."

"The boss personally went to HR to ask for it. Is it the same as you coquettish sluts?"

"He's a sociology student, is the boss okay..."

Duan Xiaojun nestled in his work station, clutching his water-based pen unwillingly, when someone knocked on his desk, he looked back, it was Xiaodong.

"Hi, rookie," Xiaodong said, holding a bowl of soaked seafood noodles, "Isn't it the first day you join the group?"

Duan Xiaojun leaned over and lowered his voice: "Template, thank you."

"Small idea," Xiaodong smiled and tucked the tie into the breast pocket of his shirt, "I also let Clemen fix it when I first came here."

"what?"

"In the investment bank, how should I put it, it's a tradition to punish people," Xiaodong stirred the instant noodles with a plastic spoon, "Our M&A is okay, but the capital market department's gang who play stocks and bonds are the black ones."

"Oh……"

"Let me tell you," Xiaodong got down on the ground, "before you came, the boss treated Clemen the best. He was promoted to manager after only two years of experience as an analyst. Other people's small tricks are fighting for performance and bonuses. He is purely for grabs. The boss' attention," Xiaodong took a sip of the noodles, and Xiaodong smirked, "But I'm also the boss, hahaha!"

Duan Xiaojun black line.

"Clemen is not a bad person, you will know later," Xiaodong puffed his cheeks, "Don't be so stressed, our room has the best atmosphere in the whole building, as long as you have something to ask, everyone can help."

Duan Xiaojun nodded, and Xiaodong pointed at his computer screen with a plastic spoon: "Except for the valuation part, the promotion documents are all written descriptions. I usually go back to do the valuation after I finish writing it all."

"Okay," Duan Xiaojun wrote down, "I will leave the valuation and conclusion blank first."

"No," Xiaodong swallowed, "The conclusion must be to do it, and it has nothing to do with the valuation result."

Duan Xiaojun was shocked: "The value is not estimated, how do you know whether to do it or not?"

"You are stupid," Xiaodong said in an old-fashioned tone, "you stayed up all night, and the result is that you don't do it. Who did you spend the night for? Even if the buyer and the seller pay for death, we have to report the valuation results. It’s the job of analysts to get the flowers all over the place, and investment banks don’t have the right valuations, only valuations that drive deals.”

Because only when a transaction is generated, the investment bank has a commission to get.

Duan Xiaojun was stunned. Before joining Wanrong, he knew nothing about finance. He thought it was an industry where elites gathered, and investment banking was the best among them. Open up a road to prosperity in the changing market...

"Mr. Fang!" Suddenly someone called from behind, Duan Xiaojun turned his head, and saw a middle-aged man with a big belly entering the office area, wearing a black suit and red tie, and a bald spot on the top of his head.

"Who is it?" Duan Xiaojun asked in a low voice.

Xiaodong quickly cleaned up the noodle bowl: "Executive Vice President," he explained, fearing that Duan Xiaojun would not understand the company's management position, "our boss's boss!"

Upon hearing this, Duan Xiaojun quickly sat back in front of the computer, and continued to make promotion documents with a conscientious look.

The executive vice president surnamed Fang put his hands behind his back and smiled kindly as he walked over from one table to the next, as if inspecting the work: "Where's your boss Kuang?"

Immediately someone replied: "I went to Mr. Bai's office."

The person surnamed Fang walked around the office area and returned to Duan Xiaojun's desk. Coincidentally, he saw that he was making a list of project participants. He bent down to take a look, and became angry: "What are you doing!"

"..." Duan Xiaojun didn't know how many times he had been scolded today, he was numb and helpless, and slowly stood up.

The person surnamed Fang clicked on his screen, and there was the line next to the managing director, the level of executive vice president: "You can't even sort the names, how do you always teach Kuang!"

Everyone gathered around to see that there were two executive vice presidents in charge of M&A. Duan Xiaojun ranked the other surnamed Wang ahead of this surnamed Fang. Duan, quickly apologize to Mr. Fang!"

He specifically pointed out that he is a newcomer, and he wanted to make a difference for both sides. Unexpectedly, Duan Xiaojun endured it for a day, and at this juncture, he couldn't bear it anymore: "I arranged it according to the strokes of the surnames."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces turned green.

"The strokes of the surname?" The surname Fang was furious, and gesticulated with his fingers on the table, "Old Wang has four strokes, and I have four strokes, so why is he ahead of me!"

The blatant competition for rankings is behind the power struggle of the company's top management. Everyone secretly counts in their hearts, Wang and Fang are indeed four strokes, and Duan Xiaojun is about to be abolished...

"The first stroke of Wang character is horizontal, and the first stroke of square character is dot." Duan Xiaojun has reason and evidence. "According to the rules, when the number of strokes is the same, the strokes are arranged before the dot. This is how the National People's Congress arranges meetings."

"you……"

"Mr. Fang!" At the critical moment, Kuang Zheng came back, smiling like a domineering hero in a workplace novel, "What's wrong, so angry?"

"Xiao Kuang, you came just in time!" The surname Fang pointed to Duan Xiaojun's nose, "You made a mistake in your personnel work, and you are still arguing with me!"

"What's going on!" Kuang Zheng immediately stood beside Mr. Fang and got angry at Duan Xiaojun.

Duan Xiaojun was fine at first, but when he was reprimanded, his face suddenly collapsed, and everyone could see that he was wronged.

Xiaodong summed up the matter, "Oh, that's it," Kuang Zheng turned around, and said with some embarrassment, "Mr. Fang, we just follow Lao Bai's new policy."

Duan Xiaojun was surprised. The stroke order of the surnames was his own idea. Kuang Zheng didn't know, let alone Mr. Bai.

The person surnamed Fang really didn't buy it: "Why haven't I heard of it?"

"I mentioned it to me in private," Kuang said without changing his face, and swore to tell a big lie, "Brother, can I lie to you?"

The surname Fang is 120% sure that he is lying to him.

"Don't believe me?" Kuang Zheng was one level below him, but relying on Lao Bai's confidant, he led his army, "If you don't believe me, you can ask Lao Bai."

The one surnamed Fang stopped being tough, and put on a smiling face: "Closer to national standards, Boss Bai made the right decision." He raised his hand and glanced at the gold-plated Patek Philippe, "Oh, dinner with Boss Huayin Ding!"

Kuang Zheng hurriedly invited him outside: "I'll take you to the elevator."

When the one surnamed Fang went out, Duan Xiaojun fell back on the chair, his shirt collar was soaked, the executive vice president was three levels higher than him, and he actually told people some nonsense!

When Kuangzheng came back and saw his face, he gloated: "Master, are you scared to pee?"

Duan Xiaojun was worried, "Boss...if Mr. Fang really asks Mr. Bai, what should we do?"

"Let him ask," Kuang Zheng said indifferently, "The executive vice president is not involved in the specific operation of the project at all, and a short ranking is still talking to me here."

Duan Xiaojun felt that Kuangzheng had caused trouble, and blamed himself: "We used to do fieldwork, and the research results were arranged according to the strokes of the surnames. I thought..."

"You're right," Kuangzheng thought for a while, "the National People's Congress is ranked like this, there must be a reason for it," he said, and he arranged for everyone: "From today, all our M&A documents, as long as they involve rankings, all Use the strokes of the surname instead," he pointed domineeringly at the office area under his feet, "I have the final say on the rules on the 57th floor."

The surroundings were silent at first, and then a whistle sounded, and the entire office area boiled. Kuang Zheng is handsome, not only because he dared to confront the executive vice president, but also because he stood up to protect his own people. With such a boss, the subordinates are willing to Hard work for this department.

"Afraid that Lao Fang will ask?" Kuang Zheng patted Duan Xiaojun's table coolly, "Now the M&A rule is to sort the strokes of surnames, let him ask."

After finishing speaking, he walked across the office area to the VP room. Duan Xiaojun stared at the tall figure amidst the noisy boiling sound, his heart was pounding and he couldn't stop.

(Seeing that Duan Xiaojun has a lot of roles, partly to highlight Kuangzheng’s professional ability and career aspects, there may be a little more roles in these two days, and then gradually fade out, but he is still related to the subsequent plot, so won't disappear completely