Looking at Jin Bao walking swaying in front of him, Shang Fuhai said: "Son, Dad has given up the whole world for you now."

"Dad, Dad!" Jin Bao couldn't understand what his father said, but it didn't prevent him from shouting twice.

Seeing his father running to him in a hurry, Jin Bao smiled happily again on his face.

...

Just as everyone is running forward for their own happy life, time has moved from the golden autumn October to early winter, and in November in the north, the temperature has begun to drop sharply.

The severe cold came unknowingly. Except for the occasional handsome guy, people on the street basically changed into thick clothes.

Those who are afraid of the cold simply put on a thin down jacket.

On the side of the Baofei Group Building, in the green belt around the building, except for the evergreen holly, the remaining trees, flowers and plants have already withered, and now there is only one dead leaf left, and there is just a bare tree head left.

Inside the building, collective heating has begun, and a door handle is divided into two worlds: summer and winter.

Meng Xingwen just came back from outside and after entering the building, she began to take off the thick coat outside and then stomped her feet to increase blood circulation speed on the soles of her feet.

After a while, Meng Xingwen felt much better and took the elevator to the 16th floor.

Baofei Group's annual Thanksgiving Day has begun to enter the preparation stage again, which is a grand event for the entire group owner.

Like in previous years, Meng Xingwen was appointed as the chief manager of the group's gratitude day, responsible for the preparations for the gratitude day.

But this year is different from previous years. The Thanksgiving Day in previous years is a year of joy to celebrate the great success of Baofei Group this year.

But this year, even outsiders know that this year's Thanksgiving Day is the day when their group founder Shang Fuhai retired and said goodbye to him.

When Meng Xingwen thought of this, he felt very upset.

I have the same feeling as her, and there are still thousands of people in the entire group, which is Shang Fuhai’s prestige in Baofei Group.

Walking quickly under your feet, I arrived at the office door of An Xiaohui on the 16th floor, and knocked on the office door that was hidden.

"Come in!" An Xiaohui was working hard. When he heard someone knocking on the door, he responded directly.

"Mr. An, the preliminary preparations for Thanksgiving Day have been almost done. I will report to you the current progress." Meng Xingwen said politely.

One time and another, today An Xiaohui is the helmsman who controls the direction of Baofei Group and is the person chosen and appointed by Shang Fuhai himself. No matter what, everyone will give him enough respect.

An Xiaohui interrupted her, waved her hand, and said, "Mr. Meng, why are you so polite? Sit down and say."

Meng Xingwen sat down.

Do you think Meng Xingwen envies An Xiaohui's current position?

To be honest, she was really envious when she was before, but now she is not envious.

Looking at An Xiaohui's short two months, her black hair was half white at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even her straight backbone, which was once straight, looked a little hunched, and she sighed a little.

She knew that the seat was difficult to get, but she didn't expect it to be so difficult to sit.

In the past, Shang Fuhai was sitting on that chair. Although he often absent from work and did not come to the company, everyone knew that there was someone there to support them.

After Shang Fuhai completely let go, there was no one behind him. An Xiaohui, who was the first to bear the brunt, felt the invisible huge pressure and it made him breathing difficult.

Just talking about the project documents that are being reviewed now, An Xiaohui reads them word by word, and almost picks up the words. He looks sore and his eyes feel a little blurry after staring for a long time.

He was very worried that there was a trap here that he had not seen. If he caused great losses to the company, he would not redeem it if he died.

"Dr. An, you have a lot more white hair on your head. You have to pay attention to the combination of work and rest!" Meng Xingwen reminded.

"Why!"

An Xiaohui sighed. This time he finally put down the pen in his hand. The expression on his face was very stiff. This was due to the long-term external pressure and his mood could not be relaxed, resulting in less activity in the muscles on his face.

"Mr. Meng, I said I regret it now and don't want to sit on this chair anymore. Do you believe it?" An Xiaohui said something suddenly.

This made Meng Xingwen stunned, but when I thought about it carefully, it was no surprise.

She advised: "Dr. An, you are the guiding light of our group now. At this critical moment, you cannot say these discouraging words. If you let the outside employees listen, it will damage their confidence."

"I understand, I just talked about this in front of you old acquaintances." An Xiaohui inserted his hand into his hair and took it down again, and there were a few more hairs in his hand, both black and white.

An Xiaohui chased two of the white hairs and said, "Did you see that? I can't finish it every day, and I'm anxious and angry. I can't even save my hair."

"The longer I sit in this seat, the more I feel the pressure in all aspects, it's so great!" An Xiaohui sighed, and it was still inconvenient to say a lot of words.

He took the initiative to cut off the topic and said, "Mr. Meng should continue to talk about the project preparation progress of the Thanksgiving Day!"

Meng Xingwen was not pretentious. She said: "First of all, from the venue, I am still on the venue this year, but the Bocheng Radio and Television Studio cannot meet our performance needs. I will go to negotiate with the Bocheng Sports Manager. Then put the performance in their gymnasium, which will be enough to accommodate thousands of people, and it will be very relaxing."

"Is that so? This is very good." An Xiaohui nodded with satisfaction. He said: "The situation this year is special. At that time, many people from all walks of life will come to participate in our Thanksgiving Day. You must not have any problems with these most basic things."

Meng Xingwen nodded and said yes, and she continued: "In addition, a few stars have been invited in the program arrangement..."

As soon as he finished speaking, An Xiaohui waved his hand: "Forget it, let's do something new this year."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment before continuing: "Mr. Meng, you are still responsible for yourself. Select outstanding performing talents from our Baofei Group to show ShangDong a different Thanksgiving Day party. Follow up on this matter."

Meng Xingwen didn't expect this to be the case, but she thought it was really exciting, so she didn't refuse, but said in advance: "This is no problem, but it may be a little hurry in terms of time."

"Well, I'll inform all branches that all HRs below will cooperate with you to complete this task."

"In addition, I'm personally contacting Mr. Liang, who should have more performing talents in this area."

Meng Xingwen nodded, and she asked again: "That star will not be invited?"

"Mr. Meng, let me tell you that Mr. Shang is the most dazzling star on the day of gratitude, understand?" An Xiaohui said.

This time, Meng Xingwen understood, and she almost slapped herself in the face with annoyance.

There was only one person in the spotlight of that day.

After skipping here, Meng Xingwen told An Xiaohui about other things. Both of them discussed each key point and made various suggestions in order to do a better job this year's Thanksgiving Day.

After Meng Xingwen went out, An Xiaohui then called Liang Rubo.

The two chatted on the phone for twenty minutes.

Finally, Liang Rubo said: "Don't worry, Mr. An, I will definitely cooperate with this year's Thanksgiving Day."

...

At the same time, while preparing for the Group's Thanksgiving Day, Baofei Group also began to distribute invitations for the Thanksgiving Day.

Some of Shang Fuhai’s familiar relatives, business partners, and even former ‘competitors’ are among the invitations.

If there is such heavy weight, Baofei Group directly arranges employees to deliver letters to the door.

Generally speaking, Baoshun Express is chosen to send Baoshun Express, which is delivered to the door by Baoshun delivery staff from all over the country.

Where Baoshun Logistics cannot even fall into ruin, SF Express chose SF Express.

In addition, various branches of Baofei Group have also begun to enter the period of rapid selection programs.

There is really not much time left for them. At this time, the whole group is working together to work together for this matter.

In the villa area of ​​Huashan Mansion, Shang Fuhai has been accompanying his daughter to do various manual work, model analysis, and dance with her.

He practiced walking with his son. This kid was very uneasy when practicing walking. Before he could walk steadily, he kept thinking about running and fell several times.

When Xu Fei took a bath and changed her son's clothes, she found that her knees were blue. She angrily asked Shang Fuhai what was going on.

After Shang Fuhai told her, Xu Fei was so worried about how he, a father-in-law, was so heartless.

"Fuhai, come here." Father Shang Yong shouted outside the villa.

"Dad, is there something wrong?" Shang Fuhai asked him.

Shang Yong nodded: "Relatives at home called me and asked, can they attend your company's Thanksgiving Day party?"

"What are you doing to attend the party?" Shang Fuhai was stunned.

I have never invited them in previous years, and no one has ever mentioned it on my own initiative. What’s special about this year?

Shang Yong said: "This is not a relative at home. Someone has seen your company sending a letter of invitation to thank you on the short video of the customer. The Internet says that you will officially announce your retirement this year."

"So that's how it is. Lao An and the others are doing something. I retired and made such a big fanfare that I didn't let me calm down at all." Shang Fuhai muttered.

He then said, "Dad, even if I retire, I don't need relatives at home to participate."

"What are they doing? It's those few hours in the evening. It's not enough for them to come here, so I come to see me retire and join in the fun!"

Shang Yong firmly disagrees with his son's statement: "The relatives at home also care about you."

"Dad, let's stop trying, it's useless. Besides, the Thanksgiving Day party will be broadcast live throughout the whole process. They will also be able to see it on their phones at home at that time." Shang Fuhai said.

Seeing that his son did not agree, Shang Yong felt a little disappointed, but he didn't say more.

Who knew that not long after, his mother Zhou Xiumei looked for him again and said that her uncle and second uncle and aunt wanted to come over to see their company's Thanksgiving Day party.

Shang Fuhai thought, and there were quite a lot of people who cared about him.

"Mom, otherwise, you can discuss this with my dad and see who wants to come. Give me a list and I will tell Lao An and let him leave a seat." Shang Fuhai said.

When Zhou Xiumei heard this, she asked him: "Fuhai, is this difficult to deal with? If it doesn't work, then forget it. I'll tell your uncle and the others that they won't let them come."

Shang Fuhai must not say it is difficult to deal with. He shook his head directly: "It's easy to deal with, it doesn't matter, just one phone call."

In fact, it is really difficult to deal with. First of all, the venue is clear, and personnel accommodation must be arranged in advance. Eating is the best part of the arrangement.

You can hear from the tone of my parents that there are many relatives in the family. It would be fine if there were more than a dozen people, but if there were dozens or hundreds of people, there were countless indoor venues where so many people could be squeezed out?
To be continued...