After hearing Zhou Boqiang's answer, Wang Lin felt a little bitter.

He asked Deng Dabao: "Mr. Deng, what do you think?"

Deng Dabao said: "Mr. Wang has always been far-sighted and there must be deep meaning in doing this. But judging from the current situation, An Textile Factory is indeed difficult to arrange!"

Wang Lin felt even more bitter inside.

He didn't feel that the acquisition of An Textile Factory was a wrong move, but he felt that none of his subordinates could see the future trends and directions.

But it’s not their fault. It’s just that they can’t see the future of the textile industry?

Wang Lin did not answer them immediately, but said: "Our company's think tank is being formed. When we return to Shanghai, we can ask them about the future of An Textile Factory."

Zhou Boqiang said: "Mr. Wang, those you invited are experts and scholars. They may be more knowledgeable than us, but in terms of business management, they are probably not as good as us! Is there a good way out by listening to them?"

Wang Lin smiled slightly. He knew that after the establishment of the think tank, it would definitely attract criticism and cause dissatisfaction among the existing executives.

The think tank had not officially started work yet, so Zhou Boqiang had some opinions.

Wang Lin smiled and said: "Whether they are useful or not, you will know after using it for a while? How An Textile Factory will take the future is a matter of the future. The products of this Canton Fair are these products. Can we

What we do is how to expand sales.”

The establishment of the think tank was the result of Wang Lin's careful consideration.

As for think tank counselors, how much power do they have to discuss matters and what kind of rights can they exercise in the company?

This is not yet clear.

Wang Lin is recruiting experts intensively.

Last time Wang Lin found Qian Ying, who said he wanted to go home to discuss with his wife.

Qian Ying replied to Wang Lin the next day, saying that she was willing to accept the conditions offered by Wang Lin, but there was one thing: the annual salary Wang Lin offered was too high.

Wang Lin naturally said it was not high.

He offers a high salary, so of course he has his own motives.

Spending thousands of gold to buy horse bones, he has been stationed in Taiwan since Wei.

No matter how much Qian Ying is worth, Wang Lin has given an annual salary of 500,000, and those people who think they are better than Qian Ying are still coming?

Qian Ying probably understood this, so she agreed.

With Qian Ying joining the team, it will be much easier for Wang Lin to find other experts.

Qian Ying is a flag.

His annual salary is an incentive to recruit talented people!

It is almost certain that the older generation of intellectuals did not make much money in the past few decades.

Although in the era they lived in, there was no shortage of food, drink, and housing, but the food was mediocre and the housing was tight. Under the impact of the era of reform and opening up, who didn’t want to make more money and improve their lives?

?

Wang Lincoln paid a large sum of money to hire them as a think tank. It can be said that it was the right time!

However, the high salaries of think tanks have attracted sighs from senior executives.

Even Zhou Boqiang and Deng Dabao, who had always been the most supportive of Wang Lin's work, had some complaints.

But Wang Lin has made up his mind and no one can change it.

After Deng Dabao, Zhou Boqiang and others greeted Wang Lin, they withdrew.

This effort made Wang Lin's head hurt again.

Cotton Bell helped him lie down on the bed.

Wang Lin sighed.

Mian Ling said: "Mr. Wang, don't think about it. The sales of An Textile Factory can naturally be opened, it just takes some time."

Wang Lin waved his hand and said: "I don't have much expectations for An Textile Factory's performance at this Canton Fair. Even if it only sells a few hundred million, I will be satisfied. After An Textile Factory has undergone major changes, it is equivalent to a brand new company."

, it’s your first time to participate in the Canton Fair, what outstanding performance can you make?”

Cotton Ling said: "Yes, Mr. Wang, if you think about it this way, you will feel relieved."

Wang Lindao: "What I worry about is the company's talent."

"Talents? Don't we have a lot of talents in the company now? There are talents in all aspects."

"Mr. Zhou is old and has some conservative ideas. Mr. Deng has little knowledge and limited knowledge - I am telling you this, but you don't want to spread it outside."

"I know, Mr. Wang."

"I wonder, who can replace them?"

"Mr. Wang, maybe they have shortcomings of one kind or another, but under your wise leadership, they have done a good job. In fact, each of us has shortcomings, shortcomings in character, lack of knowledge, and lack of experience.

There will be deficiencies. I have a high degree of education, but my experience is not as good as Mr. Deng and Mr. Zhou. However, under your leadership, we can all perform our duties and do our jobs well. This is enough.

"

"Haha! You are flattering me."

"Mr. Wang, what I say is from my heart. Although I have not been here at the headquarters for a long time, I can see clearly. Anyone can leave the Aixiu Group, as long as you are here. You are our handsome and our

soul."

"Okay, I'll take a nap. I have a headache."

Cotton Bell waited for him to fall asleep, pulled the quilt to cover him, and tucked the corners of the quilt thoughtfully.

Wang Lin snored.

Mian Ling sat by the bed and stared at the man blankly.

Immediately, she let out a long sigh.

Wang Lin is indeed an excellent man.

However, he is already someone else's man!

Do you really want to sink on this road?

Cotton Bell rested his head on his hands and fell into deep thought.

Love comes so violently and without warning!

She suddenly remembered a sentence she had read in a book.

"Stomach troubles are always due to gluttony. Chantry is a disease sent by God to teach the stomach. And you should remember this: every desire we have, even love, has an appetite, and we must not be too full."

Cotton Ling could not convince himself to do anything casual in the name of love.

Otherwise, she would have been with Wang Lin long ago, right?

Every woman loves money, but the way she loves money is different.

Playing with love rashly is like playing with fire, and there is always the danger of self-immolation.

Cotton Ling didn't want to make himself a human being, a ghost or a ghost because of this incident.

Thinking of this, Mian Ling secretly made up his mind to keep a distance from Wang Lin in the future, and could no longer play with fire like this.

What should we do if one day the gun goes off?

When Wang Lin woke up, there were no cotton bolls around him.

He looked at the time, it was half past five in the afternoon.

Without taking his temperature, Wang Lin could feel that his fever had gone down a lot.

His clothes were all soaked!

Wang Lin got up and found some clothes. Thinking that he would be fine, he went to take a shower.

He turned on the hot water and took a good bath with the warm water. When he came out, he felt refreshed.

The feeling of being sick is so unpleasant!

Wang Lin put on his clothes and saw that Mian Ling hadn't come back yet, so he called her.

"Where have you been?"

"Mr. Wang, you're awake. When I left, I checked your temperature. I didn't leave until I found that your fever was gone."

"I'm asking you, where have you been?"

"Mr. Wang, I'll come to the Canton Fair exhibition hall to have a look."

"There are so many people guarding the exhibition hall, but you are missing?"

"Mr. Wang, didn't you tell me that? Let me analyze other products at the Canton Fair and write a report for you? I have been in Huacheng for several days, I have to do some work, right?"

"Uh-ok! Then come back for dinner? I'll wait for you."

"Mr. Wang, if you are hungry, go ahead and eat! I may come back later, so you don't have to wait for me."

"..."
To be continued...