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Chapter 301 Chapter 301: The Young Master Arrives, Carrying the Audience (Part [-])
Shang Lingling was stopped again, outside the meeting room.

"Miss, please stay."

Shang Lingling had no choice but to stop.

The young lady came over: "Who are you looking for?"

"Not looking for anyone."

The woman who stopped Shang Lingling was an employee of the group administration department, named Layla.

She explained: "Sorry, there is a board meeting inside, and non-related personnel are not allowed to enter for the time being."

Just in time, the relevant personnel came.

"Layla."

It was a man.

Layla called him: "Mr. Li."

The leader of the business recognizes this Mr. Li. He met at the annual meeting a few years ago. His name is Li Jianping. He is the person in charge of the overseas eastern region of the group. He is in his early thirties and is considered young and promising.

He nodded at the leader of the business, turned around and reprimanded Layla: "What's the matter with you, why don't you even know the young boss?"

Layla has not been in the company for a long time, and she hasn't fully recognized her yet.

"you are?"

Shang Lingling extended his hand gracefully: "Shang Lingling."

The name Layla had heard before.

She immediately bent down to shake hands: "I'm sorry, Mr. Shang." Her face became hot and she was very embarrassed, "I haven't seen you before, so I didn't recognize you for a while."

"It's okay. I hardly ever come to the company. It's normal that you don't know me."

The young master loves to laugh, speaks softly and softly, and has clear and innocent eyes, like the obedient little sister next door, she should be easy to get along with.

This is Layla's first impression of the young club.

Li Jianping didn't have this impression. He had heard rumors about the merchant's little witch before.

He stepped forward and made a gesture of respect: "Mr. Shang please."

Shang Lingling pushed open the door of the meeting room.

"As far as the current situation in the Midwest is concerned, it is not suitable for-"

The project manager's report came to an abrupt end, and a dozen pairs of eyes looked at the door together.

Shang Lingling walked into the conference room unhurriedly.

Shang Yude sat at the first place on the left side of the conference table, with his top hat at hand, his face changed slightly: "Why are you here?"

Shang Lingling opened the outermost chair on the right and sat down: "I'm unemployed, and I plan to come back to inherit the family business."

Not only Shang Yude, but everyone present was shocked when someone who had never interfered in the group's affairs suddenly came back and said that he wanted to inherit the family business.

On the other hand, Shang Lingling was calm and composed: "Go ahead."

The project manager looked at the face of chairman Shang Yude, but did not get any instructions, so he could only bite the bullet and continue.

"As far as the current situation in the Midwest is concerned," the manager, surnamed Deng, swallowed his saliva because he was too nervous, "it is not suitable to use Zhongzhou as the group's next international pilot, and the political situation in Dongye and Slagap Stable, friction has been going on in recent years, and there are also religious beliefs and ethnic issues..."

After about thirty minutes, Manager Deng finally finished speaking.

"above."

He wiped his sweat, and it was finally over.The originally reserved reporting time for this meeting topic was 10 minutes. Because of the sudden visit of the business leader, the reporting process was a bit bumpy.

After the topic was over, the meeting room became quiet, and all the directors and all the managers were silent.

Manager Deng became even more nervous, and couldn't help but look at Shang Lingling.

She took the pen and didn't know what to draw on the paper.

Manager Deng put down the page presenter: "Do you have any questions?"

There was no sound in the entire meeting room.

It is well known that Shang Yude doesn't like his granddaughter. Although he couldn't see it, the two flames of war collided, and everyone tacitly chose to remain silent.

After a long while, Shang Yude said: "Re-do a pilot site selection analysis, and send me the plan when it is done."

Manager Deng breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had been amnesty: "Okay, chairman."

He hurried back to his seat.

Secretary Su next to the projector opened a new PPT: "Next topic."

The manager of the public relations department got up and reported that the content of the report was the leaking incident that happened in the noble school under Shanghua International last month.

The final resolution of the directors is to change the existing points system and re-establish a set of performance appraisal standards.

Shang Yude issued an order: "The Finance Department will cooperate and try it out for three months."

The third topic is financial reporting.

Reporter, Shang Baolan.

She sat beside Shang Yude, vacated the seat after she got up, and said to Shang Lingling: "Lingling, come sit with me."

Shang Lingling sat too far back, the front row was full of directors, followed by the manager, and she was at the back.

Shang Lingling twirled the pen in his hand freely: "No need, it's the same wherever you sit."

Shang Baolan walked to the side of the projection screen and began to make a financial report. She was not as timid as usual, she talked freely, and the whole process was handled freely.

At the end of the report, she briefly talked about the monopoly of educational resources, put forward some of her views, and the main direction of the group in the future.

All the directors were full of praise after listening to her.

"President Shang has such insights at a young age, he really deserves to be a top student in the business school."

Some directors echoed: "Yes, there is the style of the small business owner back then—"

Halfway through the conversation, it was suddenly interrupted.

Back then, it was Shang Lingling's father, Shang Huai Xu, who was known as Xiao Shang Zong.

The director who said something wrong immediately looked at Shang Lingling, and was relieved to see that there was nothing unusual about her expression.

At this point, the established meeting topics have all ended, but the chairman did not say that the meeting was over, and everyone dared not get up.

"There is one more thing to call everyone here today."

The directors actually knew what was going on, and Shang Lingling was the only one who didn't inform Shang Yude.

"Baolan has been in the company for a while, and her performance is obvious to all. I want to formally appoint her as a member of the board of directors of the group. Do you have any opinions?"

What do you think, Shanghua International is a family business after all, and nearly half of the board members are appointed by Chairman Shang Yude.

The directors do not express their views, and the managers have no right to express their opinions.

Li Jianping suggested: "I think it's better to vote."

Shang Yude also agreed: "Then vote."

Raise your hand if you agree, Shang Yude was the first to raise his hand, and several directors followed suit.

A few others are watching.

Shang Lingling didn't raise his hand, and the neutral faction knew that although the chairman was Shang Yude, the largest shareholder was the young owner, Shang Lingling.

Li Jianping counted: "Exactly half."

The leader of the business showed a confused expression: "Isn't there thirteen members of the board of directors?" She asked a manager next to her, "Is there another one?"

The manager was stopped by the question, and he hesitated: "Mr. He,"

Shang Lingling looked innocent and ignorant, like a little white rabbit: "What's wrong with her?"

The manager took a peek at the chairman, and tried to be as strict as possible: "Mr. He is not feeling well and will be recuperating in a nursing home. He is not suitable to participate in the board of directors. The chairman also has this consideration in appointing Mr. Shang as a member of the board of directors."

Shang Lingling suddenly realized: "You mean Shang Baolan replaced He Wanlin?"

"This……"

The manager dared not speak.

Shang Lingling was a "newcomer" and asked a question: "Does He Wanlin know about it? Do you agree?"

Immediately after—

"I disagree."

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, He Wanlin opened the door and came in.

Now, the businessmen are all here, and the board meeting has suddenly turned into a family meeting.

The appearance of He Wanlin caught Shang Yude even more by surprise than the appearance of Shang Lingling. He even accidentally knocked down the walking stick at hand.

"You don't have a vote."

He Wanlin sat down next to the leader of the business. The desert star on her neck was bright and dazzling. She wore bright red lip makeup, which was full of flair: "Why don't I have the right to vote?"

Shang Yude's face was stern: "You are no longer a member of the board of directors."

He Wanlin raised her legs and her high-heeled shoes shook: "Why am I not a member of the board of directors? Could it be that the shares in my hand are all waste paper?" She smiled alluringly and said in a joking tone, "Chairman, you are too authoritarian. The company None of the major shareholders have spoken."

Major shareholder Shang Lingling was cueed.

Then say something.

The major shareholder, Shang Lingling, stopped his drawing pen, and there was a big turtle on the paper: "I heard from Baolan that Ms. He is not feeling well, so it is really not suitable for exercising shareholder voting rights."

Shang Yude claimed that He Wanlin had mental problems.

She took out two documents from her bag, and threw one on the left side of the conference table: "This is my medical report." She threw the other to the right, "This is a health certificate issued by a psychiatrist."

Someone opened the file, and after reading it, he consciously forwarded it forward.

He Wanlin put on the most glamorous makeup, she was full of energy, and her charm still remained: "I have recovered, and there is no problem with my body or spirit."

Shang Lingling asked symbolically: "What do you think?"

Everyone looks at me and I look at you. After several confidantes of Shang Yude met their eyes, they planned to get up and talk.

Shang Yude picked up his cane, put on his top hat, got up, and straightened his suit: "The appointment of new members will be discussed again, and the meeting will be adjourned."

"and many more."

The buttocks that everyone had just moved away sat back again.

The young owner still has something to say: "I remember the company has a charter."

Everyone looked at her, held their breath and listened attentively.

"Shareholders can appoint directors according to their shareholding ratio."

The Young Master wants to make a big change?

The directors began to panic.

Shang Lingling is very calm, with a gentle and well-behaved expression, and looks easy to talk: "I have no plans to appoint anyone for the time being, and I have no plan to dismiss anyone, but I will attend important meetings of the company in the future, and important emails to the chairman are also welcome. Copy me a copy."

It sounds like it's just a name.

"By the way, there is one more thing." Shang Lingling reminded him in a friendly manner, "There are two bosses in the same company, and it's hard to tell them apart. Baolan is the director of the finance department. Let's call her Director Shang from now on."

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　　Two more in an hour and a half

　　
　
(End of this chapter)