Chapter 141： Grandpa is here (Happy New Year!)

After 10 minutes, Yang Cheng, who had learned what had happened, dialed Eddie's office in a bit of a thought.

"It's me, come to my office."

picked up the phone and found the Toutiao app. After pulling down to refresh the recommended content, the video of him drinking with Ellison and Plum by the river at the Venetian Hotel last night was recommended.

The more I look at it, the more irritated my heart becomes. As for the news of my boss, do you want to scramble to death?

After a while, Eddie walked into the office, confused, and sat across the desk opposite Yang Cheng, "Boss, what's the matter?"

Yang Cheng threw down the phone and said with a fake smile, "Eddie, I just want to ask you, every time you hype the news of your boss, is it really exciting?"

Eddie wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead and sneered, "Boss, this is public opinion, and I can't deliberately guide it."

"Fart, no one to guide, a newly registered We-media account uploads a video that can be clicked and viewed tens of thousands of times in just 10 minutes? Are you afraid that you have forgotten who paid attention to this app?" Yang Cheng slapped the table angrily and said, in fact, he didn't want to get angry, and he didn't care about it. If his news can really bring traffic to the app, he would like to make headlines every day.

The root cause of his anger was that Eddie swiped the background data and wrote click-through rates at will. Yang Cheng disdained this trick that was easy to be caught, and he didn't want his subordinates to develop the habit of being smart.

"Boss, listen to me. I really didn't instruct employees to tamper with the click rate. At that time, this video was uploaded to the background, and it happened to be discovered by our on-duty editor. He was keenly aware of the news hotspot of this video and recommended it decisively. , Happened to catch up with that time period, the installation rate, the number of online people skyrocketed, and then spread from ten to ten..." The more Eddie explained, the lower his voice, the lower and lower his head, just like when he was caught by his mother for stealing candy Like the naughty child.

Yang Cheng did not reply, her face was calm and slightly indifferent, staring straight at Eddie, intently.

After a long while, I looked at Eddie and my heart grew furry before he leaned on the high-backed boss chair, crossed his fingers on the table, and said indifferent voice, "Eddie, I believe you for the time being, I have more than once. If a company wants to grow bigger, the methods will never be used, because a long time will confine your structure, and soon you will touch the ceiling, and then you want to break through the difficulties and make it harder. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand the boss, please believe me, I have never used a low-level method once in my career, and I will never have it in the future." Eddie assured him.

Yang Cheng took a deep look at Eddie and sighed in his heart. He had always worried that Eddie’s mentality would become impetuous due to the improvement of the group’s performance. Now it seems that Eddie has done a good job, even exceeding his. It is expected that this may be related to the perennial silence of the previous forum company.

"By the way, how about the acquisition of the New York Times project?" Yang Cheng stood up, twisted his waist, and began to care about several ongoing acquisitions of New Times Media. The task of acquiring the New York Times was Yang Cheng handed it over to Eddie who was full of enthusiasm.

The expression on Eddie's face suddenly became more complicated from solemnity. After a long time without uttering a word, Yang Cheng was upset!

"What's the matter? Difficulties? It's straightforward. No acquisition is smooth sailing."

"It can't be difficult, but Arthur Schulzberg feels that he is not equal to me, so he has to talk to you personally." Eddie smiled bitterly and rubbed his hair.

Yang Cheng was upset, not at Eddie, but at that Arthur, what time is it, and still can’t recognize the situation, and think it’s 20 years ago when the New York Times was in control of the center of public opinion?

He felt that Eddie was not equal, and Yang Cheng also felt that Arthur was not qualified to negotiate with him.

"When did it happen? Why didn't you talk to me sooner?" Yang Orange frowned and asked in a bad tone.

Eddie stretched out his hands helplessly, "It's useless. In my opinion, it's just Arthur's excuse that the status is not equal. The real reason is that he doesn't want to sell."

"You didn't even see your face, right?" Yang Cheng glanced at Eddie suspiciously.

"That's not true, Arthur's attitude is not bad, but he won't talk to me." Eddie waved his hand repeatedly.

Yang Cheng lowered his head in thought, and raised his head for a long time and instructed, "You call Arthur in my name. I invite him to have lunch with him tomorrow. Please be sure to attend."

Eddie nodded immediately, "Good boss, where is the restaurant set?"

"Do you know which country Arthur likes?" Yang Cheng asked back.

"Uh~ I didn't hear what he has special preferences." Before acquiring a company, it is very necessary to conduct a comprehensive investigation of its helm. Yang Cheng believes that Eddie will not fail to investigate.

In that case, Yang Cheng had to decide the location, "Then elevenmadisonpark? Let's add you here, and I will invite a guest. After you and Arthur have determined the number of people and time, then locate the location."

Eddie thought for a while, and asked uncertainly, "Is it the Michelin three-star hotel near Madison Garden? I'm afraid it is difficult to fix the location for tomorrow, right?"

Yang Cheng rolled his eyes, not to blame Eddie, he used to live in Los Angeles or Chicago, and he didn’t understand the restaurants in New York.

"You book in my name. If the reservation is full, they will arrange a special location." Yang Cheng explained patiently.

. . .

In the evening, I originally planned to have dinner with Sofia, and then went to the hotel to study the body structure of a French woman, but on the way to the restaurant, my father's sudden phone call disrupted the plan. It turned out that my grandpa came to New York, and I haven't seen him for a long time. Compared with grandpa, Sophia's style is only to be kept in the future, anyway, he has time before the plane is delivered.

Hansen drove Yang Cheng back home in the Audi S8 and had to go to the airport to pick up Andrew. In the morning, Andrew was left in Las Vegas by Yang Cheng. When Zhang Jingchu woke up, he accompanied him Together they drove Rafa back to the garage of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel in Los Angeles.

"Grandpa~" As soon as Yang Cheng entered the door, he saw an elderly man dressed in a dark blue handmade Chinese tunic suit and full of silver hair but looking at him lovingly, except for Yang Cheng's grandfather. Who else can Liu Muqian be?

"Orange~ Last time I was injured, my grandfather didn't come to see you in the hospital, don't you blame my grandfather?" The moment the grandfather Liu Muqian saw his grandson, his eyes became red with tears, and he tremblingly patted Yang Cheng's arm, choked up and asked.

Yang Cheng's emotions were also infected, and her heart was sour and warm. This is a touch that only relatives can bring.

shook his head like a rattle, "How come, Grandpa, I know what you did for me in Xiangjiang, you bothered."

"What, silly boy, you can get out of the shadows and stand up again. It is what your grandpa and I want to see most. How can you allow you to be bullied by outsiders? Our old man is not dead yet." Liu Muqian is totally different from the past. The elegant and elegant, the words are full of domineering.

"Yeah~" Yang Cheng said nothing, but nodded heavily.

"Okay, Dad, come over for dinner. After the meal, there will be time to chat with your grandson." Liu Yun walked over and held Liu Muqian in a coquettish tone.

"You~" Liu Muqian still spoiled his daughter like ever.

Liu Yun and Yang Cheng each took Liu Muqian's arm and walked towards the restaurant. The backs of three generations of grandparents looked like faded old photos under the dimming sensor lights, warm and happy!