My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 871 Making Short Videos: We're the Professionals
In addition to the technical staff who maintain the daily broadcasting schedule, all employees participated in the work meeting following the arrival of the new boss.

Wei Dong even arranged for the meeting to be held in the studio so that the last few staff members who maintained the daily broadcasts could listen in from a distance.

This alone made all the ATV employees feel novel.

Hong Kong people have a very proud work ethic, especially white-collar workers who value this work style that is inherited from European norms and infused with the diligence of the Chinese.

Work and life should be clearly separated, superior-subordinate relationships should be clearly defined, departmental responsibilities should be clearly defined, and everything should be standardized, emphasizing professionalism and vocationalism.

This has earned it a great reputation in East Asia and even the global market.

Its advantages are that it is quite standardized and efficient, combining the old-fashioned European style of meticulousness with the fast-paced efficiency of Hong Kong.

The downside is that it has a sense of superiority that comes from being colonized for many years, thinking that the colonizer's system is the most advanced and superior, and that we can improve upon it to be even better.

That's why they look down on the mainland.

This is why Wei Dong is not very talkative in the HK trading company, basketball culture company, and film company that Qin Yuye set up, and he rarely stays in the office for long periods of time.

Having gotten used to this excellent work team atmosphere, it really feels very difficult to go back to the mainland.

He couldn't change this perception, and it was even more difficult to mobilize people to learn. Even the container factory sales managers, who were so determined, had to be wary of being assimilated every day when they went to Hong Kong.

But now, the acquisition of a television station with hundreds of employees seems to have given Wei Dong a glimpse of new possibilities.

“I do not shy away from saying that I am a successful businessman from the mainland, but I am not a party member, not an official, and I have no intention of turning this place into a red television station. This is a television station that serves all the citizens of Hong Kong Island. In the future, I will make demands on all strategic policies. If anyone has any questions about these aspects, please feel free to raise them and ask me to make corrections.”

Since the vast majority of people can only understand Cantonese, Leung Ka-fai was put in charge of the translation.

This immediately sparked curious whispers among everyone: Is this what red democracy is?

Indeed, before the 1970s and 80s, this term was exclusively associated with the Red camp. At least before the collapse of the Northern Bear, people in Europe and America admired and longed for it for a period of time in the 1950s and 60s.

I admire this principle of democratic centralism.

At this moment, Europe and America are touting freedom.

Only after winning the Cold War could these two terms be claimed as spoils of war.

Enlightened people in Europe and America who once hoped for true equality for all have given up the struggle.

The same goes for Hong Kong.

Their professional norms dictate that discussions are between senior management and senior management, with lower-level staff only having junior managers relay messages.

There are almost no opportunities to directly reach the ears of the heavens.

The class divisions are very clear.

Suddenly, enthusiastic applause erupted from the crowd, prompting many others to clap along.

Wei Dong looked at him and saw that traitor again, then laughed and scolded: "You're just flattering me. You haven't said anything remarkable about the changes, yet you're just blindly flattering me. I really dislike that. It's called 'killing with praise,' it's called 'clever flattery.' A successful entrepreneur like me, who is not even 24 years old and already has tens of thousands of employees, will be very disgusted by this kind of behavior. Be careful, or I'll deduct your recent raise!"

That guy was thick-skinned; amidst the laughter, he kept smiling and saying "Good, good" to himself.

Anyone who has worked in the workplace knows that it's already quite an achievement to leave such a good impression on a new boss.

Especially for a company of this size.

Shen Cuiyue stood in the corner, surrounded by two or three Taoist priests, her eyes cold. Except when she heard those four words, she squinted at everyone and occasionally turned around to chat with her fellow martial arts practitioners.

"Last night, while watching the premiere of 'Descendants of the Dragon,' I reached an acquisition agreement with Uncle Tak. Then, during the tedious and complicated signing process, I rushed over to stabilize morale. Only now am I officially starting to figure out how to transform this second-largest television station in Hong Kong into the best television station in Asia and even the world!"

After hesitating for half a second, some people still couldn't help but shout and applaud!
Then the others quickly followed, some even putting in a lot of effort.

Uncle De couldn't possibly say that.

Even if we examine closely the cunning tactics that imbued Wei Dong's goal with a "character research" style, the definition of "best" is inherently vague.

But it's bursting with ambition and youthful enthusiasm.

With so many people present, someone is bound to enter the television industry with this ideal in mind.

Of course, most people would still be skeptical at first, wondering if it's possible.
Wei Dong held up the thick stack of forms: "984 employees. I don't want to lay off or lose a single one of them, because there is a huge market space in the future for everyone to showcase their talents. But some people who don't follow our ideals will definitely leave. So all the choices are in your hands, not mine."

The applause, which had stopped abruptly, couldn't help but echo again.

"Why did Uncle De sell ATV? It's simple. Operating without profit or with only a small profit is equivalent to a failed investment. Especially considering the huge returns he could have made if he had invested hundreds of millions in real estate, this would have meant a massive loss. Besides, he suffered a stroke and, given his age, couldn't sustain a long, gradual process, nor did he have the energy for a radical overhaul. Selling it off was a logical step. So, I'm here not because I look down on anyone, but because nobody knows better than me how to run a television station..."

The applause was really hard to control, and some people clapped loudly from the bottom of their hearts.

No boss would ever explain the ins and outs of a company acquisition to everyone like this. Lower-level employees are just following instructions; what right do they have to know about corporate strategy? The more emphasis is placed on standardization, the greater the information gap between different levels.

The feeling of everyone having equal access to information is truly different.

Of course, it all came down to those last few words that led to a round of applause.

Netizens who are well-versed in Trump's tone will inevitably use this winning strategy.

Because it's really easy to use!
For most people, talking about strategies and tactics is useless; they can't understand it. It's better to just say something simple and direct: "I'm the strongest!"
Even if you still have doubts now, if you talk about it often, listen to it often, and add a bit of winning often, you will become convinced.

At least for now, looking at energetic twenty-something bosses, compared to wealthy people who have suffered strokes, who do you have more confidence in?

The manner in which he spoke these few words alone has already proven his extraordinary nature.

Just then, Qin Yuye led dozens, nearly a hundred reporters through the glass-walled corridor and looked at the scene of the "members' meeting" in the studio. In particular, seeing Liang Jiahui standing next to Wei Dong and having him translate and assist, he felt a strange sense of unease!
It was the same kind of heart palpitation I felt six months ago when Lin Wangfu took control of my electronics foreign trade business.

This prompted her to lead a large group of reporters around to the main entrance to try and enter.

The two South Asian security guards didn't dare to stop her.

Fortunately, Shen Cuiyue was standing here with the Taoist priest. She turned around incredulously, glared at him, and whispered, "He's giving a speech to win people over. How dare you interrupt with outsiders?!"

Qin Yuye was, after all, just a young woman in her early twenties. She finally bit her lip, reached out and took Shen Cuiyue's arm, pouting as she watched from the stands.

It was just an ordinary morning news broadcasting station, about thirty centimeters above the ground, which was perfect for all the lights to be focused on Wei Dong, making him look tall and bright.

Leung Ka-fai keenly realized that he should not stand on the platform, but instead mimic Wei Tung's tone and repeat it in Cantonese, so as to make himself as transparent as possible among Zhou Xingxing and Leung Chi-wai.

But women see things differently: "Wow, that's amazing! He's clearly never worked in television before..."

Shen Cuiyue almost turned around and slapped him: "Shut up, you bastard! How dare you say such a thing!"

He whispered in his wife's ear, making her hug him tighter: "I'm just telling you, I'm trying my best to grow, but it's still very difficult to keep up. He's growing so fast, I'm so afraid I won't be able to keep up."

Shen Cuiyue finally turned around and met his eyes, which were only inches apart, before whispering, "So that's why you're thinking of letting him do whatever he wants to please him?"

Qin Yuye buried himself deeply in Shen Laosan's hair and neck.

But then Wei Dong spoke up: "I'll teach you how to make ATV the best in Hong Kong..."

He quickly turned around and gestured to the Taoist priest and his assistants to push away the reporters from outside the door. They could take pictures in the floor-to-ceiling glass corridor outside, but they were not allowed to press their faces against the glass to eavesdrop on confidential matters.

There are actually nearly a thousand people here; it's impossible to keep it a secret forever.

Rang Weidong didn't intend to hide it: "One principle: please the audience!"

This time, no one applauded; everyone listened attentively and tried to understand.

"For example, when we transformed the Chinese channel into an information channel, the principle for each segment and each news item was: what do Hong Kong citizens care about? If a news item about pirates in Somalia is more important than a news item about discounts in Tsim Sha Tsui?"

"What are the things that Hong Kong citizens care about most right now? Stock prices, exchange rates, and housing prices. These are the things that are closely related to citizens' lives. If we can also find ways to help citizens make money and profit from these things, do you think citizens will pay attention to watching our information channel?"

Many people couldn't help but raise their hands as if they wanted to applaud, clearly thinking of something.

Standing at a high vantage point, while Wei Dong and Liang Jia Hui were translating, allowed them time to pause and regroup.

He's not exactly the kind of person with exceptional talent and high intelligence, but he's determined that this is the second largest online celebrity account in Hong Kong and has a clear idea of ​​how to manage it.

Instead, it's simple and clear: "Come up here. If this were a sea-view property, how would you introduce it to the audience in this real estate sales segment?"

The actor he picked was thin and wore glasses; he did indeed have a bit of a real estate agent vibe.

He immediately straightened his clothes and went on stage: "Dear friends, welcome to the Hong Kong Island property news at 12:30 pm..."

Wei Dong raised his hand to pause: "Very good, this is a proper way. If we change it to a scenario, what if I sit in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the typhoon hit outside, casually lighting a cigarette, sipping a cup of coffee, and pretentiously sighing, 'It feels so good to have a home,' wouldn't that be like going up a level?"

Liang Jiahui met his gaze, went straight onto the stage, pulled over the anchor's chair, and said: "DJ, play 'How Much Wind and Rain,' thank you. Lighting, camera in place?"

Then, instantly, I became deeply moved...

The entire audience was instantly stunned and then erupted in chaos!

Is this how houses can be sold?

This place is full of actors and related professionals; they're experts at this!

But this is just the beginning.

(End of this chapter)