Jiang Zhiyu, twenty-seven years old, graduated from Ivy League, was parachuted in to become the new CEO of a dying domestic product group. Good news: She is the founder's granddaughter, and her name is legitimate. Bad news: The company is a mess. The people sitting on the board of directors are either old foxes who rely on their old age or speculators who are waiting to get paid and leave. No one takes her as a "yellow girl" seriously. At the first meeting, the financial director threw down the account book: "Mr. Xiao Jiang, there is no money in the account, and the salary cannot be paid next month. What do you think we should do?" The marketing director raised his hands: "It's not that our army is incompetent, but that our opponents are too cunning. We don't understand what young people like, but we don't like what young people understand." Several veteran shareholders drank tea and laughed at her joke: "How about selling the company, and we can use the money for retirement." Jiang Zhiyu supported his chin with one hand, looked around slowly, and smiled. "Selling the company? That's okay." She curled her red lips and her eyes were cold and sharp. "I'll take 30% off the market price for the shares in your hands. Whoever signs first, I'll treat him to a celebratory drink." Everyone: "???" Are you crazy! Later - the financial director who once smashed the ledger became her loyal dog, chasing her every day to report: "Mr. Jiang! We are profitable again! What do you think is the appropriate bonus for this quarter?" The marketing director who once shouted to surrender became her vanguard, excited with the hot-selling plan: "Mr. Jiang! We are on the hot search again! Our opponent is pinned to the ground by us and rubbed!" The seniors who once wanted to provide for their retirement went to the company every day and were more active than anyone else: "Mr. Xiao Jiang, I heard that you are launching a new product line?
