101: Chapter 101 Shen tide
[Related Character Intelligence: Shen Xi, Age: 26, Capability Rating: S- (Business Operations and Brand Management)
Current Status: Career Trough
Detailed Introduction: Jiangcheng local, Bachelor's in Marketing from Fudan University, MBA from London Business School.
After returning to China, she joined a leading domestic restaurant chain group as Brand Director.
Within two years, she led the establishment of three sub-brands from scratch. Among them, a high-end Japanese cuisine brand's annual revenue exceeded 100 million yuan, earning her the reputation in the industry as one of the youngest "Gold-Medal Brand Promoters."
Three months ago, she was marginalized by the group's top management for refusing to comply with orders for financial fraud and was forcibly dismissed on the grounds of "failing to meet performance targets."
Even worse, her former company spread false rumors within the industry, smearing her professional ethics. This led to Shen Xi hitting a wall everywhere while job hunting, and she has been unemployed at home for nearly two months now.
Currently facing significant financial pressure and a setback in professional confidence, though her core professional abilities have not diminished in the slightest.
Her capabilities are not limited to brand operations; she is also proficient in corporate structure building, team management, and business negotiations. She was deeply involved in the site selection and overall office space planning of her former company's headquarters, possessing complete experience in corporate landing and operations.
System Evaluation: Top-tier ability, upright character, extremely low cost for cultivating loyalty; she is a scarce core talent at this stage.]
Jiang Chen's gaze swept back and forth between the two sections, his fingertips unconsciously tapping on the tabletop as his brain worked rapidly.
The purpose of the intelligence was more than obvious.
Securing the core assets of the Changjiang International Center was only the first step for Chenxing Capital to establish itself.
To truly get this 500-square-meter space running and turn it into Chenxing's temporary headquarters, he needed a core assistant who understood operations, management, and could handle things.
And Shen Xi was the most suitable candidate right now.
Currently at a low point and in desperate need of a chance to turn things around, this was the best time to step in.
At the bottom of the page, Shen Xi's address and contact information were also attached.
Jiang Chen read the content carefully from beginning to end three times, a meaningful curve slowly appearing at the corners of his mouth.
The eastern half of the 37th floor of the Changjiang International Center, 500 square meters, top-tier river view, delivered fully renovated, 9.8 million.
At this price, in the core area of the CBD, it was practically a steal, like a pie falling from the sky.
But more important than this bargain was the leap for Chenxing Capital from "virtual" to "physical."
With this floor, he would no longer be just a sophomore fighting alone based solely on intelligence, but the founder of a company that actually possessed an organizational structure and office space.
Shen Xi wasn't just a brand operator; she understood corporate setup, team recruitment, business negotiations, and even office space planning.
She could help him secure this floor, register the company, establish systems, recruit the first team, and more importantly, keep an eye on the overall situation and execute decisions when he was in class and unable to be there at all times.
At twenty-six years old, with an MBA from a prestigious school, a track record of over 100 million in annual revenue, an S-grade ability rating, and her current low period...
Such a person, once brought under the banner of Chenxing, would surely be his right-hand person in the future.
Jiang Chen leaned back in his gaming chair, looking at the shadows on the ceiling, his fingertips gently rubbing the rim of his cup.
What the system gave today was never just a single piece of intelligence, but a complete set of action logic.
Secure the core assets, recruit core talent, and use the Changjiang International Center as a fulcrum to let Chenxing Capital truly take root.
And his first core employee was currently sitting in a rented room in the Old City District of Jiangcheng, possessing a wealth of talent and waiting for an opportunity to change her fate.
Outside the window, the Yangtze River continued to flow, the lights reflecting the starry sky.
Jiang Chen glanced at the time on his phone; it was five minutes past midnight.
Calling at this hour was inappropriate, and sending a message wasn't formal enough.
He put down his phone, pulled up the covers, and fell into a deep sleep.
Outside the window, the low murmur of the Yangtze River continued as the night deepened.
...
The next morning, the alarm rang on time at 7:20.
Jiang Chen opened his eyes and took a look at his phone.
No missed calls, no new messages.
He leaned against the headboard to wake up for a moment, found the number from last night, and dialed it directly.
The phone rang three times before it was picked up on the other end.
A woman's voice came through, slightly raspy as if she had just woken up: "Hello?"
"Hello, Ms. Shen Xi. I am Jiang Chen, the founder of Chenxing Capital."
His voice was steady and clear, with a composure that belied his age. "Sorry to disturb you, but I have an opportunity here that might suit you, regarding the preparation of a company headquarters and business operations."
"If you're interested, let's meet and chat at the Maan Coffee on the first floor of the IFC at three o'clock this afternoon. Would that be convenient?"
There was a two-second silence on the other end of the line.
Shen Xi's voice rang out again, much more awake than before: "Mr. Jiang... thank you for the invitation. I will be there on time at three this afternoon."
"Good, see you then."
After hanging up, Jiang Chen got up to wash.
He changed into a simple black short-sleeved shirt and casual pants, then ran his hand through his hair in front of the mirror.
This morning was a major course, two consecutive classes; he couldn't skip.
He grabbed his car keys and headed out.
Twenty minutes later, the car pulled up steadily in front of the Jiangcheng University teaching building.
When he walked into the classroom with his bag, there were still ten minutes before class started.
Quite a few people were already scattered around the classroom. Wang Hao had taken a window seat in the last row and waved at him.
"Chenzi, over here!"
Jiang Chen walked over and sat down, placing his bag on the desk.
Wang Hao leaned in and lowered his voice: "You went to bed so late last night, and you could still get up?"
"It's fine, I'm used to it."
The two chatted for a bit until the bell rang.
The professor walked into the classroom right on time, opened the slides, and began lecturing on Macroeconomics.
Jiang Chen took a few notes in his notebook as he listened. This content wasn't difficult for him, but he still needed to listen.
During the break after the first class, the atmosphere in the classroom relaxed considerably.
Some were napping on their desks, some were gathered together chatting, and others were scrolling through short videos on their phones.
Jiang Chen was looking down at his phone when he caught a glimpse of a few girls walking in through the front door. They weren't from his major, and he didn't recognize them.
The girls stood at the door looking around, their eyes sweeping across the classroom before all landing squarely on the last row.
One of the girls, with a high ponytail and light makeup, pulled her companion's hand and walked over.
They didn't walk fast, but their target was clear.
Many students in the class noticed this, their eyes drifting over here intentionally or otherwise.
Jiang Chen noticed the movement and looked up, meeting the girl's gaze.
The girl walked up to his desk generously, pulled out her phone, which displayed a WeChat QR code business card, and smiled brightly: "Hello, I'm a freshman in the Department of Finance. Can I add you on WeChat?"
The classroom fell silent for a moment, followed by a few low cheers and whistles.
Wang Hao sat next to him, his mouth hanging open in an exaggerated 'O' shape, his eyes screaming "Holy crap, that actually works," and he almost dropped the pen in his hand.