Hearing the concerns of his subordinates, Mao Jinzhe shrugged:
"Tong Ruicheng's income is higher than that of Lingnan Hall, and it is two or three times higher. Why not jump? We are working, who are we working for? It is not a problem for a good bird to choose its habitat."
Weng Yanting was still a little worried and reminded awkwardly:
"Then should we inform Mr. Lin? Will he be angry? It's a bit unethical for us to do this. After all, Tong Ruicheng has been causing trouble for our Lingnan Hall in the past six months. The two companies are considered mortal enemies."
"Ha, why are you angry? We are just a cooperative relationship, an employment relationship, not a relationship between slave owners and slaves. The five of us haven't been sold to him yet. What qualifications does Lin Tianhua have to decide where we go or not?"
Mao Jinzhe thought for a moment, as if to comfort the team members:
"In this way, the day after tomorrow is the company's year-end summary meeting. The five of us will submit our resignations so that we can get together and part ways. I don't want to tear my face apart."
Bai Ruihao also has his own worries:
"Team Leader Mao, we were all brought out by Mr. Lin, and he didn't treat us badly. In the past six months, the entertainment reimbursement alone has totaled millions. How could Mr. Lin not understand the inner workings, but he still gave us everything It was reimbursed, and now the money is in our pockets
It doesn't matter if we go to another company. Tongruicheng and Lingnan Hall have had a lot of friction and unpleasantness in the past six months. They are fierce rivals. If we switch to Tongruicheng, are we afraid that Mr. Lin will not settle old scores? We may be in legal risk by then. ”
Mao Jinzhe turned around, looked at his subordinates seriously and said:
"You must remember that it is not we who owe Lingnan Hall, but Lingnan Hall owes us. We created sales of 1 billion for them in half a year and became the best seller. This can be regarded as our repayment of Mr. Lin's kindness. To Wrong? ”
Zhang Yahan quickly echoed:
"Brother Mao is right. We are changing jobs normally. Isn't it that President Lin is overbearing and does not allow us to change jobs? If he is really such a person, he is not worthy of our following, right?"
Mao Jinzhe laughed after hearing this:
"Xiao Han is right, don't talk about loyalty or disloyalty in front of money. Since Tong Ruicheng can give us a high salary, even for the sake of money, we have no reason to refuse, right?"
The four team members looked at me and I looked at you, and they all lowered their heads silently.
Seeing that everyone's morale was low, Mao Jinzhe pretended to be cool and said:
"Okay, everyone, please relax. Since winter is coming to BJ, let's have a good day and fly back to Huadu tomorrow. Come on, I'll treat you to roast duck..."
In the evening, Qiao Guanlun quietly came out of the hotel, pretended to go for a walk, found a park, and immediately took out his mobile phone when he reached a deserted corner.
"Hey, Mr. Lin!"
Lin Tianhua was a little strange when he heard the voice on the phone, but he still called at 11 o'clock in the evening, so there must be something important.
"It's Guanlun, haha, why did you think of calling me?"
Qiao Guanlun looked around and made sure there was no one around, then lowered his voice and said:
"Mr. Lin, let me tell you something. I'm in BJ now. Mao Jinzhe brought us here. During the day, we went to Tongruicheng Company and met their sales director. I didn't know about this in advance. I brought it here out of nowhere. ”
When Lin Tianhua heard this, he sat upright in bed and frowned.
Did Qiao Guanlun not know beforehand? He doesn't care at all. He only cares about why a group of Mao Jinzhe's sales teams appeared at his competitors?
Could it be? ……
Yes, there is only one possibility: job hopping.
Fortunately, Mao Jinzhe's team is not monolithic, and there is also a betrayal inside. This is truly a mission-impossible mission.
"Guanlun, I'm very happy that you can call me. No matter what happens, I will never treat you badly. Now please tell me carefully, what happened?"
When Qiao Guanlun heard this, he felt happy and thought that Mao Jinzhe was right, good birds choose trees to live in.
If Mao Jinzhe can choose trees, so can Qiao Guanlun.
If he, Mao Jinzhe, can get promoted and make a fortune by changing jobs, what benefits will he, the team members, have? They are all wage earners, so why should he bear the reputation of a traitor? From now on, my reputation in the sales circle will be bad.
The key is that he has a hunch that if he stays at Lingnan Hall, Mr. Lin may not treat him badly, and his income may even be higher than that of Tong Ruicheng.
For example, if Mao Jinzhe leaves, won't the position of Lingnan Tang Shenzhen Sales Team Leader become vacant? Isn't this his opportunity for Qiao Guanlun?
Thinking of this, Qiao Guanlun decided to sell Mao Jinzhe completely in exchange for his own opportunities to get promoted and make a fortune.
"Mr. Lin, it's like this. After we arrived at Tongruicheng today..."
As Lin Tianhua listened, anger rose in his heart.
One was that he was annoyed by the betrayal of his direct subordinates, but he wouldn't be so angry if it was just a job change. He was angry because Mao Jinzhe didn't miss his old relationship and switched jobs to his archenemy?
Secondly, he was also ashamed. Lin Sanqi entrusted Lingnan Hall to him, boldly delegated power, never interfered with his work, and even gave a sky-high bonus at the end of the year. In the blink of an eye, he had made such a big fool of himself? This made Lin Tianhua feel ashamed, annoyed and ashamed.
But Lin Tianhua calmed down quickly. This kind of thing is nothing new in the workplace. Now is not the time to be angry, but how to remedy it.
"Guanlun, you mean all five of you signed the letter of intent?"
Qiao Guanlun was anxious: "Mr. Lin, there was nothing I could do at the time, and my signature was false and submissive, confusing them."
"I understand, and I believe you. So, Guanlun, do you think that except for Mao Jinzhe, the other three people, Weng Yanting, Bai Ruihao, and Zhang Yahan, have a strong intention to leave? Or are they determined to follow Mao Jinzhe?"
Lin Tianhua is the leader, and the first thing he thinks of is dividing the team and defeating them one by one.
Qiao Guanlun thought for a moment and said uncertainly:
"Weng Yanting and Bai Ruihao have concerns and have been trying to persuade Mao Jinzhe not to quarrel during the day, but Zhang Yahan should be determined to leave because Zhang Yahan and Mao Jinzhe have an unclear male-female relationship..."
When Lin Tianhua heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief:
"In this way, Guanlun, now I verbally promise you to become the leader of the Shenzhen sales team, and I can guarantee you that your income will not be lower than what Tong Ruicheng promised you."
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When Qiao Guanlun heard this, he shook his fist fiercely:
"Mr. Lin, don't worry. I was your subordinate when I was at Mercedes-Benz. I will always be loyal to you and will never follow the traitor Mao Jinzhe. Whatever you ask me to do, I will carry it out to the end."
Lin Tianhua nodded. He actually didn't care about losing one or two sales groups. As Yin Lianyi said before, the prerequisite for the sales data to be extraordinary is that Lingnan Hall's ginseng and cordyceps are irreplaceable in the market.
To be honest, even if you put a pig up for sale, you can still create a sales miracle.
What's more, the top list of rich people is in the hands of Lin Tianhua, the former general manager of Mercedes-Benz South China, not the 4S store sales team leader like Mao Jinzhe.
How many rich people can a little bastard like Mao Jinzhe know? How much face does he have in front of the top wealthy people?
But what Lin Tianhua cannot tolerate is betrayal, losing points in front of Chairman Lin Sanqi, and losing 100% of the Chairman's trust.
If the betrayal of a group of sales teams causes turmoil in the entire company's sales team, this is a taboo for professional managers. Do you want to get a high salary next year? Even if it gets serious, Lin Tianhua may be replaced.
After all, professional managers are also replaceable, and Lin Tianhua is not the only candidate.
Thinking of this, Lin Tianhua quickly came up with an idea and told the phone:
"Guanlun, whether you can eventually become the team leader still requires the approval of the chairman. Now I give you a task. You go and convince Weng Yanting and Bai Ruihao to stay. Tell them that the company will not treat them badly and will only give them More than Tongruicheng’s, not less.”
Qiao Guanlun looked at his watch and nodded firmly:
"Don't worry, Mr. Lin, I'll take care of this."
"Okay, we must also keep this matter confidential and not let Mao Jinzhe and Zhang Yahan know about it."
"Okay, I understand..."
Qiao Guanlun put down the phone, feeling that his future was bright, and ran towards the hotel quickly. There was not much time left for him.
Lin Tianhua put down the phone and felt that he still needed to clarify this matter with Lin Sanqi. After all, the chairman said during the day that he would reward the top-selling team, but in the evening the top-selling team was ready to defect and change jobs.
Any other boss would be furious about this.
Thinking of this, Lin Sanqi took out the phone and dialed.
At this time, in a certain room of the Tianhe Mandarin Oriental Hotel, Lin Sanqi was working hard, sweating profusely, and working hard. There were two heavy breathing sounds in the room, and from time to time there was the sound of water...< br>
At this moment, the bedside phone rang.
Lin Sanqi ignored it and continued to work hard.
As a result, the phone rang again for the second time. Yin Lianyi looked up with difficulty and found that it was Lin Tianhua's call, so she reminded:
"Ten... thirteen o'clock... the phone... the phone is... it belongs to Uncle Shi... there must be... something urgent... at night..."
Lin Sanqi was shocked. This uncle would never call him in the middle of the night unless there was something serious, so he decisively stopped moving, and the two of them joined together and moved to the bedside table in unison.
The phone was picked up: "Hey, Uncle Ten, please don't call me with bad news in the middle of the night..." (End of Chapter)