The shareholders have no choice. It’s okay if you can’t make any money. Who can stand it if you keep putting money in?
Feng Shirong had nothing to say and could only accept it silently.
He has never experienced a group buying war, has not witnessed the rise of group buying, and has never heard of Jiang Qin forcing countless shattered group buying websites to sink and open up the market for him.
When Alibaba and Tencent were betting on Hungry, he was really confident, but he really underestimated the group joining, and his daughter’s boyfriend was indeed beyond his imagination in terms of business.
On Monday, when summer was getting stronger, Feng made internal adjustments, and Cai Ming officially became the administrator of Hurricane Investment.
When the two people handed over work, it was quite harmonious, but from Cai Ming’s perspective, he felt that Feng Shirong had a dark cloud over him.
“Mr. Cai, Hurricane Capital will be left to you from now on.”
“Mr. Feng can’t say that. I am just a temporary steward. To put it bluntly, I am a steward temporarily arranged by the shareholders. I don’t seek merit, but I seek no fault.”
Feng Shirong sighed when he heard the last eight words: “The takeaway Superman thing was indeed a mistake on my part.”
Cai Ming shook his head: “The team fight is too strong. Alibaba and Tencent have nothing to do. You don’t need to blame yourself too much.”
“I never make excuses for my failures. That’s the behavior of a weak person.”
“yes……”
Cai Ming nodded, thinking that since he came back he failed three times, failed to invest twice, and made a wrong decision once. The excuses seemed not enough.
At this time, Feng Shirong was sitting on the boss’s chair, looking out the window calmly, feeling like a hero who was frustrated.
The city in front of him was familiar yet strange.
He grew up in this city, it’s familiarity.
But later, for overseas investment, he stayed abroad for many years, and these years were the years when the domestic economy was developing the fastest. This was a strange feeling.
The takeaway Superman is a foreign monk who can’t recite sutras, but why doesn’t he feel this way?
At this moment, the door was pushed open and Duan Ying stepped in and placed a thermos bucket on the table.
“Honey, I made soup for you.”
“Well, let’s leave it for now.”
Duan Ying nodded, stepped aside, and looked out the window with Feng Shirong.
Her expression was calm and not too troubled, but in fact she felt extremely lost inside.
Hungry, who had high hopes for her, was defeated by the group in a blink of an eye, and she didn’t even have the strength to fight back. Her and Duan Wenzhao’s shares shrank extremely, they gained nothing, and even lost their own private money.