Rewrite the Technological Landscape

"In order to achieve the sales target of 10 billion, our basic tasks next year are as follows."

As Meng Qian spoke, the PPT turned to the next page, which read:

Game Development Department: Complete 3D game engine development.

Instant Messaging Development Department: Complete the ecological development of Mobile Fengxin.

Commercial software development department: Complete database development.

Industrial Software Development Department: Complete the development of EAD software collection.

Application software development department: complete browser development.

Mobile Communication Development Department: Overcome OFDM technology.

Sales targets: Game sales target 5 billion, Fengxin sales target 2 billion, commercial software sales target 1.5 billion, industrial software sales target 1 billion, application software sales target 500 million.

Most employees frowned, because Meng Qian's requirements were obviously a bit high. For example, it took about three years to build a 3D game engine abroad, but Meng Qian required his employees to complete it for more than a year. For example, OFDM has just made some progress. Meng Qian wants to conquer it within a year.

But no one raised the meaning, because Meng Qian has been reminding everyone today that everyone will be under more and more pressure in the future. This is pressure, and this is the price of high wages and high benefits.

Whether or not to stay in Dafeng Group, everyone can think about it in the next period of time.

"Does anyone have any doubts?" Meng Qian asked symbolically, but no one spoke, "Okay, I mentioned something before, and that is internal awards.

The internal awards will be implemented tonight, and they will be gradually improved in the future. At the dinner later, we will announce this year's internal awards, winners and corresponding rewards.

I won't say much, I look forward to your performance next year, now at 4:47, everyone will take a break, and the dinner will officially start at 5 o'clock. "

"Papa, papa, papa!" Meng Qian walked off the stage amid warm applause.

At five o'clock, all the agents entered the arena, and Fu Qinyi and others prepared an opening dance. Now that the company has more people, there are naturally more talented people, and various performances crowded the annual meeting dinner process.

After Fu Qinyi and others finished their performance, the theme of today's annual meeting was displayed on the stage: A single spark can start a prairie fire.

Soon after the dinner began, Meng Qian began to toast at each table. He first walked to the side table, where the oldest employees of the company sat. house?"

"Cough, a young couple moved into that house before, and they chattered and chattered every night, so they changed places if they couldn't take it anymore." Wei Pengtian said inexplicably embarrassed.

"Boss Meng, listen to his farting." Song Zhenluo rolled his eyes at Wei Pengtian and said, "This kid forgot to turn off the sound while watching the hard drive at night, and the neighbor called the police. He has no face to live there."

"Fuck, I remember that I didn't give you such an exciting subject."

Meng Qian made a joke along the way, which caused everyone to burst into laughter. With this burst of laughter, Meng Qian raised his wine glass to the middle and smiled from the bottom of his heart, "I won't talk nonsense in front of you. There is one thing I am very happy about, and that is you guys. None left."

Everyone smiled knowingly, and Si Yuhang suddenly touched Meng Qian's cup alone, "In terms of design, just mention it, don't think too much about it, if others can't do it, I will do it for you by myself."

Everyone glanced at Si Yuhang, and Song Zhenluo also touched Meng Qian's cup, "I will definitely figure out the game engine for you next year, and if I can't, I will eunuch Wei Pengtian!"

"What the hell does it matter to me?" Wei Pengtian scolded Song Zhenluo, and then touched Meng Qian's cup, "But there is nothing wrong with what Luogou said earlier. With me here, next year the game engine will give you a hand. You figure it out."

Fu Qinyi on the side seemed to hesitate for a moment, and touched the cup with both hands, "Our side will definitely not hold back."

"Okay, okay." Meng Qian saw that everyone seemed to want to express his opinion, so he stopped him, "I know you all want to take responsibility, so that's it. If I can't do it next year, everyone will give me a year's salary back."

Meng Qian grabbed the stem of the glass and spun it around, touched everyone and drank the wine in the glass.

Then they went to the table where Liang Zhiguo, Ding Mingyuan, and others were sitting. Seeing everyone drinking, Meng Qian couldn't help asking, "Why don't the teachers drink alcohol today?"

"It's rare for everyone to get together today. Tonight we plan to discuss the next step of the development of lithography machines, so we won't drink to avoid delays." After several people got up, Liang Zhiguo explained.

Meng Qian smiled and said, "The annual meeting is for rest, so why worry about work this night? Come, come, the teachers will replace the wine."

Liang Zhiguo stopped Meng Qian's hand to get the wine, "I really don't want to drink anymore. The reason why our various units sent us here this time is to discuss the work. When the immersion lithography machine is made, we will have a good time. Drink with you!"

It was only then that Meng Qian noticed that several teachers had a small notebook in front of them. Although Meng Qian felt somewhat incomprehensible to such an attitude of racing against time, Meng Qian knew how to respect them. Drink, I'm done."

After the toast, Meng Qian asked, "For the teachers, why hasn't the communication conference that was hyped up at the beginning of the year been held yet? Do the teachers know?"

"Because the domestic communication industry has encountered some changes at the moment." Ding Mingyuan had an expression of knowing the inside story.

"Mr. Ding, can you explain in detail?"

"We have our own 3G standard, you know that?"

"I know."

Ding Mingyuan nodded, "Since I have spent my time developing my own standards, I naturally hope to promote my own standards, at least domestically.

But foreign countries also want to promote their standards to China. Originally, the country already had a promotion strategy, but a big event happened in December. "

"December? Big event?" Meng Qian subconsciously recalled the news he had read in December 2001, and suddenly realized something, "Are we entering the WTO?"

"Yes." Ding Mingyuan said the pair in a very helpless tone, "Entering the WTO is definitely a good thing as a whole, but it will also face greater external market impact and unequal policy attacks from certain countries. The communications industry has also been hit hard.

In particular, the country has clarified the research and development of 4G, which is something that others are not very happy to see. "

"So that's how it is." Meng Qian suddenly realized, "Then the communication conference won't be held for the time being?"

"It will still be open, but it has to be postponed later, and it is in chaos right now."

Meng Qian nodded to express his understanding, and planned to see the situation later. If it was impossible, he would visit the companies he wanted to see one by one.

After leaving Liang Zhiguo's table, Meng Qian continued to pay respects from one table to another. There were more than a hundred tables, and he did not leave a single table.

The atmosphere of the whole annual meeting dinner was maintained very well. At eight o'clock sharp, the host announced, "Next, Mr. Meng has prepared a gift for everyone. Let us applaud and welcome."

With a certain amount of alcohol, the applause was even more enthusiastic this time, and the applause slowly faded away half a minute after Meng Qian took the stage, "In fact, everyone knows what I am here for, right?"

"Year-end bonus!" Some of them had drunk too much, and now they had let themselves go.

Naturally, Meng Qian doesn't care about this kind of performance of employees. The annual meeting is meant to be fun, "Last year, more than 100 of us gave out one million year-end bonuses. This year, we have more than 1,000 people. Guess what I plan to do How much year-end bonus did you get?"

"Ten million!"

Many people below shouted, Meng Qian let everyone guess for a while, then slowly took a few steps back, and then suddenly removed the red cloth on the stage.

When the red cloth fell, almost everyone at the scene was stunned for a few seconds, and then heard one after another of the shit.

No one thought that behind the stage tonight, there was actually a wall of cash