King of Capital

In June in Zhuhai, it is cloudy, rainy and humid.

Chen Xinhong stood at the gate of the company with his hands clasped, his eyes closed, and his right fingertips frequently tapped the back of his left hand.

After a moment, he heard a signal from his colleague beside him, and he perked up and looked at the two oncoming commercial vehicles.

The car stopped and a group of people got out, each carrying a computer bag in their hands or on their shoulders. The man in the lead looked to be over 50 years old and wore a pair of black-framed glasses. He was not tall and his suit was a bit too big for him.

"Mr. Chen, I'm so sorry, it rained on the way and the plane was delayed for half an hour."

He walked quickly forward, bowed slightly, and apologized in Japanese. The only young woman in the group translated for him.

"You're welcome, Nakamura-kun. I just finished a meeting as well."

Chen Xinhong shook hands with him and said, "Have you had lunch? Otherwise, let's go take a break and eat first, and then talk in the afternoon."

"Mr. Nakamura said that you two are old friends, and reminiscing about the past should be left to life. I will definitely have a few drinks with you when you get off work tonight."

The female translator was very comfortable with the interpretation, and Nakamura smiled warmly and nodded repeatedly. The other accompanying personnel looked around at the Meizu headquarters office building standing under the dark clouds in front of them. It seemed a little more gloomy than the last time they came.

Huawei launched its new flagship model for the year in London in April, and Meizu's new flagship model MX6, scheduled to be released next month, uses an upgraded version of the Sony lens sensor used in Huawei's new model.

The world's first specially customized product, with leading technology...

Nakamura is a technical leader in Sony's lens R&D department. He usually has nothing to do with marketing, so he doesn't speak Chinese at all.

The people he brought with him were all engineers. They came to Meizu on business trips several times to attend meetings and work during the day and drink at night. They could even have two glasses of draft beer with a bowl of instant noodles. They were not picky at all and were easily entertained.

Chen Xinhong made a few polite remarks and led Nakamura into the company and went upstairs for the meeting.

"Hurry up, I've told you several times not to procrastinate and show me your execution. With your attitude, how can you convince your colleagues in the company that you will be the last line of defense for Meizu at a critical moment?"

On the third floor of the office building, a middle-aged woman exuded her aura with a pair of seven-centimeter high-heeled shoes and a straight collar on her white shirt, making the many Meizu employees following behind her look like a mob.

As she spoke, she walked calmly forward. All the strangers stepped back and leaned against the walls on both sides of the corridor. The spectacular scene left no doubt that her thin body could burst out with huge energy at any time.

"Oh, no, what are you doing? We have reserved this conference room."

The young male employee was busy arranging mineral water and was not at all prepared. He just watched her and her people appear in the conference room.

"What's going on? Deal with it quickly."

"When did you book it, and which department?"

"I'm from the supply chain operations department. I reserved this meeting room on the OA system on Monday. You guys..."

"Oh, I didn't see it. Please change the meeting room. Our group's senior HR lecturer is here on a business trip. Sister Sunny used her personal connections to invite the lecturer to give a training to your HR department. The lecturer will be here soon. I have to go downstairs to pick him up. Please change the room quickly."

"Our partners have already arrived. Besides, why should we change? I booked the meeting room in advance, so why should I change?"

The middle-aged woman didn't even bother to glance at him, and was extremely focused on connecting the computer to the screen and preparing for the meeting.

Her followers were talking in a buzzing manner, and the young male employee was stunned for a moment, and just kept emphasizing the simple principle of first come first served with a confused look.

"Why bother talking so much? I've already said that the person we invited is a senior HR lecturer at the P8 level. How important can the partner you are going to entertain be?" The middle-aged woman made the final decision impatiently.

The young male colleague didn't have the foresight to take advantage of the situation and continued to argue: "We need to hold a supply order production meeting with Sony."

"What is Sony? I've never heard of it. Let them wait." The middle-aged woman frowned.

The young male colleague was completely dumbfounded, his eyes wide open, his Adam's apple moving, unable to make a sound. He had never heard of Sony...

That was invincible. His brain was overloaded for a moment. He didn't know whether to explain what Sony did, or to perform a ritual on the spot to invite the gods to possess him and use his eagle eyes to identify what species this anthropomorphic cheerful sister (sunny) was.

"Okay, you should get out first. I asked you for this conference room. It has nothing to do with you."

It is beneath one's dignity to bully the weak, so Sister Kailang declared him innocent and said with emotion: "There really is no order without rules. It's too lax."

"I'll have a chat with your boss later. Do we have to coax suppliers when we spend money to buy goods? If we can't sort out the relationship between the primary and the secondary, there's no way we can talk about ecological development."

She waved at the young male colleague as if to shoo away a fly, turned around to look at the many HR department employees who were staring at each other, and shook her head helplessly.

Huang Zhang’s frequent passionate speeches are not only a brand public relations issue. Meizu has no management risk control system at all. The group cannot solve the fundamental problem by simply supporting a public relations team.

——The boss of Taobao's e-commerce division said so, and he talked to her personally, hoping that she could form an elite human resources working group and lead the team to Meizu.

So Sister Kailang left her home and career to come to Zhuhai for a long business trip. She ate and slept in the hotel, took a flight back to Hangzhou every Friday night to be with her family, and got up early on Monday to fly back.

Alibaba employees are used to working 996 hours a day, so it’s better not to mention the hardship. However, a company like Meizu, which is in a hopeless situation, does not have the soil to build Alibaba’s management system.

Ordinary employees on the front line of business wear slippers to work and use iPhones. They themselves do not take their careers seriously, so how can they do a good job? The HR department is even more outrageous. When Kailang first came, I actually heard a business manager blocking the door and cursing, yelling that you are not making money for the company and are dragging it down.

She said nothing, and instead used two months to poach Yang Tuo, a marketing expert from Huawei mobile phones, to Meizu, proving that the human resources department can also understand the business!

In Alibaba, human resource professionals (HRBP) are called political commissars, and their status is equivalent to that of military political commissars. They are required to be able to write ideological work and to pick up guns and go to the battlefield.

If the front-line supervisor doesn't understand the project and fails, the direct business leader will take his place and move up. If the direct business leader dies heroically, the department director will take over. If the director is glorious, then HRBP is the last line of defense!
This is the spiritual instinct that Mr. Ma gave to Alibaba, and Meizu wants to learn it and change from the inside out.

It is obvious that the so-called soul figure Huang Zhang cannot be relied upon, and the situation may have to be opened up through CEO Xie Jingxing, but this young financial commander is actually quite difficult to describe.

I sent emails many times to explain my good intentions of shaping the management system to improve the status of the human resources department, but all fell on deaf ears. He himself came to the company and was busy attending meetings and signing documents from morning to night, and I couldn't even see him. When he comes back next time, I'll probably block the office door and make a desperate appeal.

Either actively cooperate with the work, or seek help from someone else...

Sister Kailang folded her arms across her chest and strictly supervised the Meizu employees who were listening to the lecturer. She was full of confidence and determined to use her own stay or departure as a bargaining chip.

She spent half a year to give the entire human resources department a brand new look. This was a real achievement. If Xie Jingxing couldn't see it, then there was no need to waste his efforts. It was just like entrusting someone with a task to the wrong person.

"Hey, Mr. Chen, are you guys done with the meeting?"

Sister Kailang had finally used her connections to invite a senior lecturer, so it was only natural that she could give as much guidance as possible. The training was just entering its final stage when it was getting dark outside the window.

She was relaxing and accidentally saw some movement in the small conference room across the street through the glass partition. She thought about it and stood up, walked out of the conference room and took the initiative to say hello.

"Boss Sunny, are you still in training?" Chen Xinhong was stopped in the corridor and responded politely as usual.

"We can't help it. The HR department has relatively few direct business opportunities. The conference room is our training ground."

Sister Kailang smiled and looked at the people around her and nodded: "This is our supplier, right?"

"Yes, this is Sony's director Masaaki Nakamura."

Before the meeting at noon, Chen Xinhong listened to a brief explanation of the situation by his young male subordinate, and had a rough idea of ​​what kind of person this woman was. He did not mention her identity as a technical expert at all, only her administrative position title.

Kailangjie switched to English and said, "Sony is an excellent company. The first gift I received from my husband was a Sony camera. I hope we can meet again at the celebration party after the release of our new model. I will give you a gift then."

"Thank you very much for your recognition. I will try to arrange my trip in advance to attend your company's celebration party. I wish Meizu's new products will sell well!"

When Nakamura heard the female translator say that she was a human resources expert from the giant Alibaba, he bowed solemnly and expressed his gratitude in broken English.

Sister Kailang smiled more and more satisfied, raised her chin slightly and switched back to Mandarin: "Mr. Chen, I'm thinking of printing a batch of company culture shirts and giving them to the supplier representatives at the celebration party."

"Haha, Sunny, you've been working so hard. I'm really sorry for all the worry you have put in." Chen Xinhong laughed as he was exhausted.

Kailangjie pretended to be coquettish: "Mr. Chen, don't blame me for being nosy. We and the suppliers are a community of interests. We can only make money if we develop them well. This logic must be straightened out."

"Uh, President Sunny, I think it's getting late, why don't we have a quick meal and chat together?" Chen Xinhong was much more experienced than his young male subordinate.

"I have to do a training summary while it's hot here, so you guys have fun."

Kailang declined politely and added, "Mr. Xie often talks about reforming the supply chain system but never implements the details. At the celebration party for Taobao's big promotion, supplier representatives were not allowed to enter unless they were wearing Alibaba T-shirts. They were not kidding when they were kicked out."

"If you rely on us for a living, you have to abide by our rules. This is true for any industry around the world, and Sony is no exception."

She glanced at the young male employee who was hunching his neck, then turned around and left happily.

The female translator raised her hand to cover her lips and said something inconspicuously. Nakamura Masaaki gradually restrained his expression and straightened his shoulders. He was silent for a few seconds and watched Sister Kailang push the door and walk into the large conference room, then turned around to look at the small conference room they would use in the afternoon.

Chen Xinhong's heart skipped a beat, and he sensed that something bad was going to happen, so he quickly changed the subject: "Nakamura-kun, last time you came I said I'd treat you to Sichuan cuisine, but you didn't get to eat it. How about making it up to me today?"

"Mr. Chen, Nakamura wants to ask you, does Meizu want to learn from Xiaomi?"

The female translator whispered that Nakamura Masaaki clenched his fists and walked away angrily, and Chen Xinhong apologized repeatedly to try to keep him.

The young male employee held his breath, his face flushed, and he shouted, "Who are you from?!"

"Sony pays me."

“You’re not Chinese?!”

"Sir, respecting others is a universal principle. Also, I am from Busan and studied in China. I am sorry for misleading you, Mian." The young female translator explained seriously with her hands clasped in front of her.

Crazy, crazy, completely crazy.

The young male employee stumbled and smashed open the door of the large conference room, rushed in and screamed at the top of his lungs: "Fuck your mother!" (End of this chapter)