Chapter 1512 Who Is the Fool?

Was Zhuang Yan an idiot?

Having worked at Lixing Company for over a decade, rising from a small salesperson to a deputy general manager, if he were an idiot, there would probably be few so-called smart people left in this world.

So, after Zhao Fusheng had spoken to that extent, he finally understood.

Just as he had guessed earlier, this big boss of Future Group, together with his good friend, was planning to go after the domestic agency rights for Mercedes-Benz.

What surprised him even more was that Zhao Fusheng actually wanted to recruit him—had he forgotten their past grievances?

But he also understood that people at that level think about problems from angles and directions different from his own.

Having worked in sales for many years, Zhuang Yan also knew that although the man before him was younger, since he had built his success from scratch, his magnanimity could not be measured by ordinary standards.

Chairman Zhao, thank you for your kindness.

Looking at Zhao Fusheng, Zhuang Yan said sincerely, "But I don't think you and Chairman Tan have a chance to secure the domestic agency for Mercedes-Benz."

Although he had a clear understanding of Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan's capabilities and knew that their financial resources were definitely stronger than Lixing's big boss, Zhuang Yan still didn't believe they could get the Mercedes-Benz agency.

Money might allow one to do whatever they want, but not everything can be solved with money.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled, not surprised by Zhuang Yan's words.

This old hand had been in the industry for years, and Zhao didn't think he could easily win him over with just a few words.

In the end, facts would have to speak for themselves.

Mr. Zhuang, how about we make a bet?" Zhao Fusheng looked at Zhuang Yan and suddenly said.

Zhuang Yan was taken aback.

A bet?

Clearly, he was somewhat surprised by Zhao Fusheng's proposal.

That's right." Zhao Fusheng smiled faintly, glanced at Zhuang Yan, and said slowly, "If I can get the Mercedes-Benz agency, you'll come to my company as general manager. How about it?"

Okay.

Zhuang Yan nodded.

He wasn't stupid. It was obvious that the man appreciated him; if he still didn't know how to appreciate it, he would truly be an idiot.

Zhao Fusheng smiled. "By the way, I heard that Bi Ying is now the deputy manager of the PR department at Lixing. Did you know that, Mr. Zhuang?"

Zhuang Yan was stunned. He really didn't know about this.

Since being dismissed, he had been at home and rarely contacted his former colleagues, so naturally he didn't know these things.

I won't say more. Let's wait and see." Zhao Fusheng said to Zhuang Yan with a smile.

A little hint was enough.

After Wu Sijie saw Zhuang Yan out, Zhao Fusheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the bustling crowd below the building, shook his head, and smiled silently.

Doing business was probably like this; we always gradually become the kind of people we don't like.

There was a time when Zhao Fusheng hoped he could be different from others and not place so much importance on profit.

But as time passed and his status changed, he gradually discovered that sometimes people really have no choice, because if you don't harm the interests of some people, you can't be responsible for the many behind you.

Lixing!

Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He was curious to see how Lixing would respond once he entered the auto sales market.

……

……

After leaving Future Group, Zhuang Yan sat in his car, not leaving immediately. Instead, he directly called a former subordinate.

Old Zhou, how have you been lately?" Zhuang Yan said with a smile after the call connected.

You flatter me, Boss Zhuang. I'm just muddling along." The other party laughed bitterly. "After you left, the company quickly made adjustments. I'm much more idle now than before."

A new king brings new subjects—it's inevitable.

Whether in officialdom or the workplace, it's the same.

When Zhuang Yan was at Lixing, he had done the same thing, and his faction naturally got adjusted after he left.

I'm sorry, brother." Zhuang Yan said apologetically.

He knew that the other party was an old-timer who had followed him for many years, and this time, because of him, he had been transferred to a sinecure, and his income had taken a big hit.

In sales, income really determines a person's status.

You're too kind. I owe everything I have today to you." Old Zhou chuckled. "Now at the company, all our people have been adjusted."

After a moment of hesitation, he lowered his voice. "Um, have you heard about Bi Ying?"

The old boss hadn't contacted him in so long, and now suddenly calling—clearly he had caught wind of something.

Mm.

Zhuang Yan's heart trembled, but his tone remained unchanged. "Tell me, what exactly happened?"

Although after Zhao Fusheng's words he had already formed some guesses, he still held onto a last shred of hope, after all, Bi Ying had been with him for many years.

It's like this. Not long after you left, the company started adjusting our people. Then, within a couple of days, Bi Ying showed up in the PR department." Old Zhou said indignantly, his tone full of resentment. "At first, no one noticed, but later we found out she had hooked up with General Manager Yang's line. It's said that…"

At this point, he couldn't go on. He sighed and said, "Anyway, you really misjudged that woman!"

For a long-time subordinate to say such a thing showed how disappointing Bi Ying was.

People have their own ambitions; don't force it." Zhuang Yan was silent for a moment, then said to Old Zhou, "Just keep at it for now, and don't be impatient. When you're a monk, you ring the bell. Even if you only have one day of work left, you must be worthy of the salary you earn."

Boss Zhuang!

Old Zhou's voice suddenly rose a few decibels.

He wasn't stupid. For Zhuang Yan to say such things under these circumstances—clearly there was a hidden meaning!

Let's leave it at that for now. I'll talk to you once I'm settled." Zhuang Yan didn't reveal too much to his old subordinate. After chatting about a few trivial matters, he hung up.

Putting down the phone, Zhuang Yan let out a long breath.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a bit relieved.

Earlier, he had felt somewhat guilty—not toward Bi Ying, but toward the boss he had followed for many years.

After all, no matter what, this incident was caused by his failure to manage his subordinates. If Bi Ying hadn't been his lover, things might not have turned out this way. So no matter how the big boss dealt with him, Zhuang Yan held no resentment in his heart.

But he hadn't expected that the big boss would fire Bi Ying and then make him resign, only to turn around and agree to let Bi Ying rejoin Lixing.

What did that mean?

Even if the big boss didn't know about Bi Ying's relationship with him, he should have known that Bi Ying was his trusted subordinate and the main person responsible for this incident.

And now, he, the deputy general manager, had resigned, while Bi Ying, who had been fired, was rehired because she had latched onto someone else?

Did they really take him for an idiot?

A cold smile curled at the corner of Zhuang Yan's mouth.

He saw it clearly, or rather, he had finally figured it out.

From Bi Ying being fired and then rehired, to his former trusted subordinates being adjusted one after another after his departure—all of it proved one thing.

The big boss had long wanted to make a move against him.

This time, he had simply seized the opportunity.

Merit overshadowing the master?

Zhuang Yan muttered to himself. Although it was hard to believe, the facts were right before his eyes, leaving him no way to refute or disbelieve.

Often, people like to comfort themselves with falsehoods, but once the truth appears before them, their thoughts immediately do a one-eighty.

Just like Zhuang Yan now.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that he had been fooled!