Woman In Irish Linen Shirt - Chapter 138

Jocelyn took me to a prestigious Chinese restaurant near the company, which specializes in new-style Sichuan and Hunan cuisine-anyway, it is modern cooking. Now I am embarrassed to say that I am cooking new Chinese food without specifying a “molecular cuisine”.

To be honest, apart from being expensive, the low-temperature Huadiao fish in this store is really good.

We are the most formally dressed customers in the whole store, so you don’t need to ask, the company pays the bill. And it must be a special case: according to our reimbursement standard, we can only order one dish here.

Jocelyn insisted that she pays the bills, leaving me free, obviously not intending to admit who really paid the bills.

My vigilance did not relax because of this.

In fact, it is where it is now. I didn’t need to be so wary of Jocelyn. But things happened one after another, which made me overwhelmed. Now my original goal of “this incident” is simply out of the front line of the battlefield. It’s hard to tell if Joselyn asks more seriously, I can’t stand it. In order not to fall into such a dilemma, it is better to be fully prepared from the very beginning.

I will follow up on the findings made by Kevin, the COO, the COO soliciting me, as well as my speculations about the differences within the group, and I will also imply that the person targeting the big boss is indeed the chairman. However, I have made some unavoidable ambiguities in the information channels. Jocelyn opened one eye and closed one eye, picking up the important points and asking, she didn’t have too much embarrassment about what I didn’t want to talk about in depth.

Reporting at the dinner table is an art. This is a public place again, and there are all kinds of people, so code words and metonymy are indispensable, and many exchanges are only hidden under the water, relying only on tacit understanding.

It is always beneficial to fight against masters. Jocelyn often observes my thoughts when I get up, and saves a lot of time in threading.

However, one thing is very important: third-party information.

I haven’t reported the leakage of information until now. I really don’t know what to do. As far as Li is concerned, when such key information is handed over, I should consult my superiors beforehand, and take a step back, and at least report it in time. It’s already a serious malfeasance behavior to cut first and then play it later. I dragged it on for so long and replaced me in my position in Jocelyn or the big boss, only mastering my malfeasance, and not knowing the full picture of my environment at that time. What should I do? think?

As far as Li is concerned, at the very beginning, the boundary of “this matter” is very blurred. Jurisdiction, which is never accepted by vagueness, is also disgusted by reason. It can neither explain its reason nor rely on legal principle.

The details are irrelevant.

This kind of blurring of “details”, I once again deeply realized tonight.

I have made up my mind to conceal the leakage of third-party data. The batch of documents An Ning received faintly pointed to the business development needs of the peers. I explained this matter, the company may not find out, and it may not necessarily investigate it seriously. After weighing it repeatedly, I still made this decision, but in the face of Jocelyn, it is inevitable to go up and down.

Kevin and I have never dealt with each other. During the short period of time when he was temporarily in charge of the business in the Asian department, we must have noticed our discord at that time. Besides, Kevin and I don’t have close business contacts. Why did he suddenly change his attitude 180 degrees and still act as a broker between me and the COO? I can think of it. Strangely, Jocelyn’s questioning was very prioritized, but she didn’t even mention how I got Kevin’s trust.

I immediately understood: she did it intentionally.

The trust and decentralization of the big boss in me is so deep that I can’t help but panic.

I’m not grateful.

And there is no mighty emperor’s grace, I take money to do things, and I am willing to follow such entrepreneurs who do practical things.

——I think uncontrollably and suspiciously, I feel that there is a pit, I feel that I will be settled by the autumn queen.

After the meal, we went back to the company building. The documents Joselin wanted to show me had to be connected to the internal network for reinspection, and the public wireless network outside was very insecure.

When the information was called up, I was about to take a closer look, and Jocelyn stretched out her hand: “You take a picture.”

I thought I didn’t hear clearly: “What?”

“You take the picture, go back and watch it again.” Jocelyn was motionless, and raised her chin to the computer screen again, “Hurry up.”

I looked at her, but couldn’t refute it, so I did it silently.

In the corner of the light, I noticed that Jocelyn slowly fumbled something out of her bag, then held it with both hands and pointed it at me.

I twisted it over.

It’s a cell phone.

“Business affairs.” She was extremely calm, without the irritation that she should have when she was caught, even raised her eyebrows, expressing dissatisfaction with my stiff facial expression, “Laugh. Where is your smile?”

“I can’t tell if I smile now.” I pointed to the mask.

She didn’t have the right to ask me to take off the mask again, but she forced me to smile seriously—I don’t know why anyone laughed at the scene of the crime—then finally put down the phone and stood beside me for a while. explain. This type of business is completely a blind spot of my knowledge, where to focus on and how to look at things, these must be guided by Jocelyn. I listened carefully, with no distractions.

To be honest, Jocelyn took my “criminal evidence”, but I felt more at ease in my heart, at least able to break free from the endless suspicion and breathe for a while.

The company’s stock information statistics are very comprehensive. Some of the contents of the annual report published to investors say “not applicable”, and there are detailed explanations in the company’s internal documents. Most of the information I need is concentrated on the minority shareholders. At a quick glance, the most impressive thing is the shareholding ratio of CTOs.

It was previously discovered that he is a major shareholder who needs to disclose relevant information in accordance with the law, and now he still owns 2.7% of the voting rights. I thought he had just fallen past the 5% threshold last year. After reading the detailed information, I know that the original CTO’s share is not much in comparison, about 12 million shares. At the initial stage of the company’s stock issuance, he has been buying in the market. After several years, he cashed out and his value skyrocketed, but his class B shares have basically not been lost.

When money reaches a certain level, people cannot get enough stimulation from such gains and losses. Money returns to its original tool status, and the part of human nature is gradually revealed and enlarged until it can’t be ignored. Moving from place to place, CTO and Liang Heng have similar positions and complement each other in terms of work content. The difference is so great that I am afraid it will inevitably feel unfair.

Thinking of this, I asked one more sentence: “I know that when we formed the entrepreneurial team, our chief scientist was still working in Hangzhou. Why did he later join him get almost twice as much as the CTO?”

“Li Song personally gave him some.” Jocelyn didn’t mean to conceal, and immediately answered casually.

Most of my attention was still on the data. She used the word “big” again. I nodded slightly, but didn’t react at first. But when I realized what Jocelyn had said, I was completely stunned: “He gave him five percent of the stock?”

“Four. Heng once signed a gambling agreement. He already owns 1% of the shares.”

Jocelyn’s tone is very casual.

I took a breath.

Even for employees with single-digit job numbers like Jocelyn and Boss, the shares they get are only a fraction of one percent. Four percent, more than 3.9 billion U.S. dollars. What is this concept?

The annual GDP of the district to which my hometown belongs is almost this figure.

“He gave him a gift of four billion dollars.” Following her calm tone, I repeated my shock in different words.

“At the time, no one knew what the company would develop into. You can’t measure it by today’s stock price.” Jocelyn said, “Besides, the underlying logic of our software was all written by Heng. At that time, we were less than fifty people… …Furthermore, Liang Heng’s qualifications did help the company attract enough investors in the early days. The lead investment of our neighbors is very important. Although they may regret it now.”

She didn’t seem to feel that the 4% gift was too much. I know that Liang Heng is a skilled man, otherwise the big boss would not be such a courteous corporal, but I still don’t know enough about his weight.

The giant next door participated in our company’s early investment. This is the first time I heard about it. According to Qiao Celin’s tone, people still came to Chief Liang. I can’t help but feel that there is a deep meaning in this sentence: is she suggesting something to me?

Give the message to Liang Heng?

Naturally, I can’t ask this. I just confirmed some of the remaining data details with Jocelyn, and checked that the information captured on the phone was clear enough that I didn’t want to disappoint her kindness.

Jocelyn suddenly said: “I’ll send you the photo.”

“what?”

“The photo I just took.” She called out the phone album and showed it to me. “The moment you looked up was caught by the camera, and this stiff smile is also very good.”

I really don’t know how to answer the conversation, and asked, “From what perspective is it’good’?”

“It’s funny.” Jocelyn was shoulder to shoulder with me, swiping the photo to the left. It turned out that she had taken a few more shots—but my attention was no longer on my embarrassed and polite look.

I kept the photos of the “commissioning” kindly gifted by Josephine in an unconventional way, and the witty remarks in the back and forth were not as creative as usual. Jocelyn was still very gentle with me tonight. She was very happy to see that she was happy to find a way out for the company and seemed to be happy for the big boss.

Of course I was also extremely excited.

But in the midst of such excitement, I felt that I was stepping on the cloud-made ladder step by step, as if I was about to fall to the ground in the next instant.

Maybe it fell to the bottom of the sea? I thought for no reason. That hotel faces the sea after all.

In front of my “criminal evidence” is a photo of Shangri-La Hotel, obviously taken by the pool. Although it was only a quick glance, I was quite sure of the shooting location, and the white prison-like building was really impressive. The bleak iron balcony became a kind of footnote to imprisonment: the beautiful coast is like a dream close in front of you, but also like shackles.

This resort is in Sentosa. I don’t know what happened in the past, what others have seen is true or false-but just recently, Jocelyn has undoubtedly appeared in Sentosa.

Why?