Chapter 1102 Father's Mood
Although Song Zijun's company does not belong to Shenghua, as Song Yuanchao's daughter, Song Zijun will definitely not give up Shenghua's influence after the company is established. She is smart and naturally uses some of Shenghua's connections. Song Yuanchao asked someone about this when he went to the office today, so he used this reason to answer the other party.
Sure enough, when Song Yuanchao revealed that he was from Shenghua, the other party smiled with relief. She asked Song Yuanchao's name and purpose of his visit, and Song Yuanchao made up a name.
"Our boss is busy now. Shall I take you to the reception room first?" The receptionist asked Song Yuanchao to register on the visitor registration form and then said politely.
Song Yuanchao nodded and followed the other party inside, passing the front desk entrance. There was a large office at the back. The large office was partitioned and had many workstations, but there were not many people sitting in them. Most of the workstations were empty. However, judging from the personal belongings placed on the workstations, the empty seats should be occupied by people.
"Aren't there many people working in your office now?" Song Yuanchao asked.
"The nature of our company is different from that of ordinary industries. Except for administrative and financial personnel, people from other departments rarely stay at their own workstations. They are usually busy in the media department or IT department, or go out to work directly. In addition, our work system is a flexible work system. Except for office staff like me who have a normal eight-hour work schedule, other people's work schedules are irregular. Sometimes there are more people at night than during the day."
"There is such a work?" Song Yuanchao frowned: "Is this considered overtime or...?"
"We don't have overtime here. The company is in the start-up stage now, and it's only right for everyone to work harder. Besides, working hours are not fixed due to the different nature of the work. The company does not force individuals to work overtime, but it is normal for some people to work more than ten hours in a row when it is busy. It is also possible to take a few days off after the project is completed. It's hard to say specifically, and it is usually adjusted by each department on its own." The girl gave a brief explanation, and Song Yuanchao understood a little.
"Is your boss Song also busy now?"
"Of course!" The girl nodded. "Not only our Boss Song, but also Boss Qin, they are busier than anyone else. Look, they are in a meeting now. Our company recently launched a documentary series that is very popular. It has already produced the third episode."
"What documentary series?" Song Yuanchao asked curiously.
"It's about an ordinary person's entrepreneurial experience. Do you know the small commodity market near Chenghuang Temple?" the girl asked.
Song Yuanchao nodded, and the girl continued, "This series was filmed there. The main character is a friend of our boss, also a woman who is older than our boss, and is probably just under 30 this year. But she really has a hard time. She was born as a child of educated youth, grew up in other places, and returned to Shanghai to attend high school..."
The girl told Song Yuanchao some stories about Wang Aiping, and Song Yuanchao listened attentively. As soon as she finished speaking, they arrived at a small reception room.
"Please sit here for a while. What would you like to drink? We have tea and coffee here. If you want mineral water or drinks, we also have those." The girl asked politely.
"Just give me a bottle of water, thank you." Song Yuanchao smiled.
"Please wait a moment." The girl said, then stood up and walked out. After a while, she came back with a bottle of mineral water for Song Yuanchao.
Song Yuanchao was delighted when he took it and looked at it, because this was a drinking water brand under Si Te. It seemed that his daughter was not raised in vain, as she knew to use her own brand products in her own company.
Seeing the girl was about to leave, Song Yuanchao called her. The girl turned around and Song Yuanchao said to her, "Anyway, I have nothing to do now. I am somewhat interested in the video of Miss Wang you just mentioned. Can I watch it here? I want to see it."
"Well... let me get you a computer. It's on our website and you can check it out directly." If Song Yuanchao hadn't been using Shenghua's name, the girl probably wouldn't have answered like this.
Song Yuanchao thanked the girl and she went out. After a while, she came back with a laptop. She put it down, opened it, skillfully clicked on the company's website, and quickly found the video series that was being promoted on the homepage.
After clicking on the video, the girl turned her laptop towards Song Yuanchao and told him to just watch it. Song Yuanchao thanked her and told the girl to do her own thing, then he started watching with great interest.
It took nearly half an hour to watch this video. Song Yuanchao did not finish watching it all, but only watched the first episode. However, he had to admit that this video was made with great care. Although there was nothing novel in the shooting techniques and the photography technology was ordinary, the arrangement and authenticity of the plot, including the explanations in the video, made people feel a sense of resonance.
This is especially true for someone like Song Yuanchao who was once an educated youth. He can see that the authenticity of this video is very strong and it should not be like the video content made up by the future. In this regard, Song Yuanchao was quite surprised that Song Zijun could come up with this thing. He never knew that his girl had such a talent.
After turning off the video, Song Yuanchao first carefully studied Song Zijun's website. This website is different from the most popular portal website now. It is a website that combines video and video with news content. In addition, Song Chaoyuan also found some models similar to the three major video websites in later generations on this website. There are such websites in China now, but most of them are just emerging.
Compared with those websites, Song Zijun's website is much fresher, the web design is very generous, there are no messy links on the website, and even the advertisements are very few. In addition, the website technology is also quite good, and the browsing is very fast. Although there are advantages of the network here, it must be admitted that the server support is very powerful.
If Song Yuanchao guessed correctly, these technologies should come from the support of Zhang Hao. Didn't Lin Yan say that Song Zijun found some people from Zhang Hao? Without these professional technicians, such an effect would not have been possible.
After turning off the computer, Song Yuanchao subconsciously touched his pocket, but gave up before taking out the cigarette.
This is not his company, but Song Zijun's. He didn't see any ashtray in the reception room, and he didn't see anyone smoking when he came in.
After standing up and stretching his muscles, Song Yuanchao felt a little bored, so he went out to find out where Song Zijun was.
There is a corridor outside the reception room. One end of the corridor is where he just came in, and the other end should lead to the office space behind the elevator.
Song Yuanchao thought about it and walked forward along the corridor. He first passed a few offices with nameplates saying Administration Department, Finance Department and so on. Then he passed the Media Department. That place was somewhat similar to the big office in front, but not that big. There were also various equipment. Several people gathered around a few computers, discussing something, and a few others were busy at their workstations.
Continuing walking forward, Song Yuanchao arrived outside a conference room. Through the glass wall, he saw Song Zijun who was in a meeting inside and Qin Wenchang who was sitting next to her.
Song Zijun's dress surprised him. In Song Yuanchao's memory, Song Zijun had always been a little girl, and sometimes she was crazy and wore those messy clothes that were advertised as trendy. But now Song Zijun was wearing a neat professional suit, with short hair that was neat and tidy, and the trimmed hair made her look very heroic. Qin Wenchang, who was next to Song Zijun, was wearing a suit without a tie, and the buttons of his shirt were open, which made him look both business-like and free and easy.
Song Yuanchao quickly dodged backwards, luckily he was quick enough to prevent them from seeing him.
Song Zijun was standing and Qin Wenchang was sitting. Song Zijun was standing with a pen in her hand. Some images were projected on the curtain wall behind her. She seemed to be talking to her subordinates. Several subordinates were listening attentively and taking notes by typing on their open notebooks.
The same was true for Qin Wenchang. After Song Zijun finished speaking for a while, Qin Wenchang took over and began to talk about his views again...
Song Yuanchao stared inside. Due to the good sound insulation between the conference room and the outside, Song Yuanchao could not hear what was going on in the meeting. But from what he saw, Song Yuanchao was very pleased.
He had never seen Song Zijun like this before, and for a moment he suddenly felt that the little girl in his heart had grown up. Looking at this already large startup company, as well as the website and video content he had just seen, Song Yuanchao couldn't help but laugh.
He stood there for a few minutes, without looking any further, nor knocking on the door. He turned around and left silently, walking along the corridor back to the small reception room. Song Yuanchao did not stop, but went straight forward, passing the large office and returning to the front desk.
"Sir, what are you doing...?"
"Oh, I suddenly had something urgent to do, so I won't wait for your boss anymore. By the way, you don't have to tell her. I just went to the conference room and said hello to her. She already knows the situation." Song Yuanchao answered casually. The girl smiled and agreed, then enthusiastically sent Song Yuanchao out and helped him press the elevator button.
When the elevator arrived, the girl invited Song Yuanchao in, watched the elevator door close with a smile, and then turned around and returned to her workstation.
After returning downstairs, Song Yuanchao subconsciously looked up at the upstairs and walked briskly to the parking lot. After getting the car, he started the car and left the park. Not long after driving, he went directly to the elevated road and listened to the music playing in the car. Song Yuanchao, who was in a rare good mood, actually hummed a song along with the rhythm of the music.
