I'm in the county town, and you say I'm a big shot?

Chapter 172 You have to be on your guard when dealing with these old foxes.
“I’ve reviewed the leaf. Overall, there’s not much of a problem. Song Qingdong and Qian Weimin have thought things through very carefully and have taken care of each other’s interests. As the third largest shareholder, you can’t miss out on anything they enjoy.”

“That’s natural.” Fang Qingye nodded.

What are you worried about now?

“One of them is Mr. Qian’s friend who is the general manager, and Mr. Song found a friend to be the vice president of marketing operations. According to them, the people they found are capable of handling the positions. Should I also find someone I know to be a senior executive in the company?” Fang Qingye said, expressing her thoughts.

The girl was clever and immediately guessed what Fang Qingye was thinking: "Are you looking for a vice president in charge of finance?"

“Yes, I don’t care how they manage the company, but they can’t lie to me about the finances.” Fang Qingye laughed: “The vice president in charge of finance must be one of my people.”

“Alright, but do you have a suitable candidate?” the girl asked.

"No." Fang Qingye shook her head.

His Tuofang Investment was just an empty shell; it consisted of only Bai Ou and himself.

Not only the gas company, but also Dajiang, which is far away in Shenzhen, should have sent financial personnel there as well.

But I really don't have anyone on my side.

Moreover, Dajiang does not distribute dividends within five years, so they are not particularly worried about their interests being harmed, and Dajiang is not in a hurry.

But the gas company is in a hurry.

Bai Ou also noticed Fang Qingye's predicament: "How about our company hires someone for finance? Although we've missed the recruitment season, we can still find suitable college graduates."

“Even if we recruit college graduates, we can’t let them become deputy general managers right away. Should we recruit someone with extensive work experience? I don’t know them well, and I’m worried they’ll drag me down with them,” Fang Qingye said with a smile.

This vice president in charge of finance not only needs to be highly capable in his work, but also must remain loyal to me.

You have to be on your guard when dealing with these old foxes.

"Then you'll have to take on the task yourself," the girl laughed. "With you on the front lines, you're absolutely capable of defeating those two old foxes!"

ha.
Fang Qingye suddenly thought of someone, but he didn't plan to tell Bai Ou right now. Instead, he said, "Why don't you post a job ad online for an accountant? The job location is in Shanghai. As for the salary, you can decide."

"OK!"

"Alright, it's getting late, get some rest. You have to go to work tomorrow," Fang Qingye said.

"Ok!"

The two ended their video chat.

Fang Qingye lay on the bed, just thinking of someone: Wang Chenyang, who had come to thank him not long ago.

He resigned and went to Shanghai to look for a job. I wonder if he found one?
If we appoint him as the deputy general manager of the newly established gas company in Nanxin, his business capabilities should be sufficient.

More importantly, he was not from Nanxin and had no connection with Song Qingdong or Qian Weimin. He only knew me and was very grateful for my help.

It's too late today, I'll call again tomorrow.

The next morning after arriving at work, Fang Qingye called Wang Chenyang from her office. The call was quickly answered, and Wang Chenyang's voice came through the phone.

"Hello, Assistant Fang."

"Hello, I wanted to ask you, have you found a job yet?" Fang Qingye asked.

"Found it, working in finance at a small company, haha."

"Is the pay alright?"

"It's so-so. The company only provides one lunch, and you have to find your own accommodation."

“That’s just so-so. With your abilities, you could find a better job,” Fang Qingye said. “Let’s make do for now, Assistant Fang. You called me so early in the morning, you didn’t just ask about this, did you?” Wang Chenyang laughed on the other end of the phone.

"There's something I need to discuss. I've invested in a newly established company in our county, and I'd like to hire you as the company's vice president in charge of finance," Fang Qingye explained briefly.

"Haha." Wang Chenyang laughed on the other end of the phone: "I really didn't expect that Assistant Fang is a hidden millionaire. No wonder everyone says that everyone who graduates from our Shanghai Financial Academy is very capable."

"You flatter me, Wang Chenyang. Would you like to come? The position is vice chairman and vice general manager. The salary is annual, which we have discussed. It is about 30 yuan, plus a year-end bonus."

"Haha, how could I not come with such good benefits? I'll resign today and come over tomorrow!" Wang Chenyang laughed on the phone.

"Alright, for this position, I need to give you a heads-up first."

Before Fang Qingye could finish speaking, Wang Chenyang said, "I know that as the vice president, I not only have to consider the interests of the gas company at all times, but more importantly, I have to protect your interests in the gas company."

"Hehe, it's so refreshing to talk to smart people. Call me after you come over tomorrow."

The next day, around noon, Fang Qingye received a call from Wang Chenyang, who said he had arrived in Nanxin.

“Okay, take a taxi to Dingcheng Hotel and book a room first. I’ll be right there,” Fang Qingye said.

"Ok."

Fang Qingye didn't eat at his workplace. Instead, he rode his scooter directly to Dingcheng Hotel. As soon as he stopped the scooter at the hotel entrance, he looked up and saw Wang Chenyang standing on the steps with a travel bag.

After not seeing him for a while, Fang Qingye noticed that he was much more energetic, and his previously haggard appearance had disappeared.

Wang Chenyang looked at him and laughed, teasingly saying:
"I have never seen such a low-key tycoon riding a small scooter."

“What’s the big deal? Look at those rich people in Guangzhou, they’re just wearing Rolex watches and cheap vests.” Fang Qingye laughed as well.

Have you booked a room?

"It's booked," Wang Chenyang said.

"Let's go upstairs and put down our luggage, then we'll go eat. Before I officially join the gas company, all expenses will be reimbursed by my company, Tuofang," Fang Qingye said.

"Then I have no worries."

They ate lunch at the hotel. While eating, Fang Qingye took out the agreement that Song Qingdong had given her.

"You can rest at the hotel this afternoon. Take a look at this when you have time. On the one hand, you need to understand the project, and on the other hand, you can check it from a financial perspective to make sure my interests are not harmed. I've arranged to meet the two bosses. I'll take you to meet them when I have time."

"I will follow your arrangements."

"Also, your investor is Tuofang Commerce & Technology Investment Company. The legal representative of this company is one of my childhood friends, not me," Fang Qingye reminded her.

"Hehe, I understand. You're still working at the bank, so it's inconvenient for you to show your face in public."

"That's it."

After returning to work in the afternoon, Fang Qingye called Song Qingdong and Qian Weimin respectively, saying that the deputy general manager she had found had arrived in Nanxin and that they should arrange a time to meet and talk.

Both of them readily agreed, and said that the technical team they had recruited had already arrived at Nanxin. They suggested that they call Xie Wei, who was to be appointed as the general manager, and Tang Wenke, the vice general manager in charge of operations and public relations, to meet and get to know each other.

Fang Qingye naturally had no objections.

The following evening, everyone met for dinner at the Oriental Hotel and agreed that the preparatory group for Nanxin Yuxiang Gas Company would be officially established. Wang Chenyang, as a representative of one of the investors, Tuofang Commerce and Technology Investment Company, would participate in the work and would also serve as the future vice chairman of Yuxiang Gas and the vice general manager in charge of finance.

According to the agreement, the 2500 million yuan was transferred to the special account of the Yuxiang Gas Preparatory Group. The use of funds by the entire preparatory group was to be fully managed by Wang Chenyang, the future chief financial officer.

Just as Wang Chenyang was working energetically in his new position and experiencing a second spring in his career, Xiaoli, a college student far away in Shanghai, also found her first job, but it didn't feel very reliable.

(End of this chapter)