The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

"Boss, here is the information you want." Garcia knocked on the door and came in, holding the computer and a thick stack of documents.

"This is another part that I have sorted out." He turned on the computer to the desired screen, and showed Bolivarka another part of the document that had not been printed.

"Well, thank you." Bolivar nodded.He cleared all the browser records of his computer, closed it, and took over Garcia's computer.

"The company is currently developing twelve projects." Garcia's words sounded weak.

"Twelve?!" Bolivar couldn't help raising his voice, but quickly realized what was happening, and suppressed his tone with a cold face, "What's going on? I remember that the report I received yesterday was still eight."

"Yes." Garcia took a step back, his eyes wandering, and his voice sounded calm, "Three are statistical errors. The new staff made a mistake and put the unfinished project into the completed one, and one was yesterday. It's new."

"Huh? Are you going to say that these are all the faults of temporary workers?" Bolivar laughed angrily. Is there a good tradition of dumping temporary workers here?

"Okay, don't hesitate here, where is the person in charge of the project department? And that 'new employee'?" He bit the last few words hard, "Is he from the project department or the marketing department? ? And his boss, all three of them are called over."

"Manager Winster is already outside. That employee belongs to the marketing department."

"Wait, you stay first." Bolivar picked up the phone and dialed his life assistant directly, "Ivy, you inform the marketing manager and the employee who made a mistake and ask them to see me in an hour."

"Garcia, according to this list, you can call up the relevant funding distribution records and usage status. I want the most original documents." Bolivar wrote down several project numbers on the paper and handed it to Garcia.

"This matter should be avoided by everyone in the finance department. You can find any other reason. In short, don't let him know that I am checking the funds."

"Yes." Garcia took the note.

"Finally, remember to inform...Rachel to take over as the project manager. Tell her to come and see me in half an hour." Bolivar recalled the list of all project department personnel, and finally found out such a name.

"……Yes."

Garcia pushed the door open and glanced sympathetically at the man outside the door. The sweaty middle-aged man smiled reluctantly and nodded to him, then opened the door and came in.

He wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, has white hair, looks trembling, and doesn't look like a member of the Black Organization.

This is Winster, the head of the project department who has gone wrong.Perhaps because the temperature of the air conditioner was too high, he kept taking out his handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

Bolivar's eyes stayed on his black suit jacket for two more seconds, with a gentle smile, he nodded politely and motioned for the other party to sit down: "Don't be nervous, Winster, sit down. I don't mean to blame you."

"B, boss." Winston opened his eyes wide, with a surprised expression on his face.

Bolivar didn't explain anything, and when he sat down with a weird expression, he said slowly: "...I told you to sit down, so you sit down?"

"..."

"I asked you to work hard before, why have you never been dedicated?"

"..."

It turned out to be waiting for me here.Winston suppressed his anger, as expected, still poking people's lungs.The strange feeling before must be because I was too nervous.

But he didn't show it at all on the surface, stood up eagerly again, nodded and bowed and said: "I'm really sorry! Boss! It's because I didn't keep an eye on the people below..."

Bolivar smiled gently: "There's no need to explain. It's been a hard time for you these days. It's because I didn't think about it. I didn't think that you are getting older, and you will inevitably be unable to do what you want, and you need the help of young people."

"Wait, boss!" Winston took a step forward with a look of panic.

What do you mean by that?What do you mean I can't do what I want?Are you planning to withdraw me?

Seeing Winster's reaction, Bolivar's eyes were gloomy, and his tone dropped instantly: "What are you going to say? As a general manager, don't you even know how many projects you have under your command?"

If you want to defeat your opponent, you must pull the opponent into your own field, and then defeat him with rich experience——

But I refused. I, Bolivar, chose to scold him first, and then apply the chaos buff to the other party.

"Are you going to tell me you can't count eight and eleven?"

"Or do you not care about having a few projects at all, as long as you take care of your pocket?"

"No need to explain, you have been demoted."

"Wait, wait! You can't treat me like this! I'm the earliest veteran of the company! You..."

"It is because you are the veteran of the company that I am willing to let you sit here and make a decision with me," Bolivar's voice was flat, "If you were not the veteran, you would have been kicked out by now."

Winston kept taking out his handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.What is the difference between this and dismissal, the death penalty and death reprieve.

Rosales, a dead boy, is nothing like his soft-hearted father.There has never been a matter of correcting mistakes and reinstatement of officials here!

He'll just find himself in the next thing and kick himself out completely.

"If you are dissatisfied, you can resign now."

Winston was even angrier in his heart. What a joke, he was almost sixty, and he couldn't find a better job.

He could only swallow everything angrily: "Okay, yes, I understand, boss."

Sure enough, Winston was so angry that he forgot what else he wanted to say.He pushed the door tremblingly and went out, just in time to see a red-haired, about 30-year-old, capable lady standing outside the door.

The short-haired lady smiled politely at Winston, but it seemed to Winston it was all sarcasm.He did not misread it, it was sarcasm.

"Manager Winster, be careful." She politely let the other party go first, and her knee-length skirt drew an elegant arc in the air.

"Hmph!" Winston glared at her, but because he was at the chairman's door, he had no choice but to leave.

The woman's expression changed immediately after Winster turned her head, with disgust and joy in her expression.When she opened the door and came in, she brought a strong fragrance, as if she had sprinkled a lot of perfume.

"Boss." Rachel Carpenter, the project manager who had just been promoted, restrained her cheerful smile and changed to a serious face.

"Well, Rachel, you're here." Bolivar glanced at her. He had just verified from Winster that he didn't have the habit of letting people sit down, and his behavior was much more natural this time.

Moreover, Rachel is not someone who can see him very often. Although I don't know if he is from the organization, the possibility is much lower than those executives.The two chatted a few polite words casually, and he quickly turned the topic to those project records.

"You should familiarize yourself with all the project materials and the current progress as soon as possible."

"You can continue to bring the projects you were in charge of before, or you can distribute them to Winster."

"In addition, it is also the most important."

"Don't take on new projects now, and pass this matter on to the marketing department after you finish."

"We will focus all our efforts on the research and development of firewall software and online payment functions."

"All project teams work together."

"Online payment?" Rachel was taken aback when she heard this word, but she quickly realized the market and difficulty of this.

"Yes, I have some relevant news here, you can take a look and learn some ideas."

Bolivar printed out the report he drove out overnight and handed it to Rachel.This is all he can remember about the key points about blockchain technology.

According to common sense, this technology should have been improved in 2008. Its predecessor... Bolivar accidentally forgot, so he could only try his best to recall some of his remaining Internet knowledge and stuff it in a mess.

It should be fine to go ahead a little bit?Bolivar thought uncertainly, Rachel is a top student at a well-known university, so she should be able to solve this little difficulty...

Rachel, who didn't know how high expectations she had been placed on, was still looking through the materials.

In short, if this technology can be solved, it will greatly promote the security and confidentiality of electronic money and the establishment of online banks.

He's trying to scale his company horizontally, and the software industry can't speak ill of it.But in 1993, even eBay and Amazon hadn't been established, and the fattest piece of meat was obviously the Internet, or a familiar word, e-commerce.

Electronic goods, electronic media, electronic payment, and all Internet-related enterprises are in their infancy or have not yet been established.

He is targeting this industry, and technologies such as firewalls and online payments are necessary.

"This is more difficult." Rachel quickly browsed through all the information, looking embarrassed.

However, she didn't say that I can do it, which is an advantage: "My main research and development direction is data analysis software and algorithm improvement."

"As far as I know, there should be only one or two people in the entire project department who have in-depth research on the Internet, and we lack relevant talents."

Bolivar nodded: "Yes, I saw the MathWin you developed, which has great potential."

Although they are all in the computer industry, the differences between different branches are as huge as inter-professional.

The project that Rachel was originally in charge of was a bit like MathLab, which involved the analysis and operation of mathematical formulas and data visualization.

She is a graduate of Mathematics and Computer Engineering from the Faculty of Mathematics.

This is why Bolivar chose her to replace Winster among the six leaders at the same level - out of respect for those who study mathematics.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glanced at Rachel's still very thick hair.The red hair is glossy and smooth, and the roots stand stubbornly on it.

Talented people, those who can finish their doctorate in mathematics and still have such thick hair are all ruthless people.

"Boss?" Rachel suddenly felt a chill all over her body.

"I'm going to MaSheng University the day after tomorrow, which should be your alma mater." Bolivar pulled his attention back, "You go with me to see if there are any potential seedlings."

"Ask Garcia for the specific time."

"Yes." Rachel nodded.

After seeing Rachel off, a middle-aged man came in with another young boy.

Bolivar couldn't help but picked up the coffee and moistened his throat. He felt like a hardworking bee, a bee made of iron with flowing stamens.

Streamlined employees, iron-clad bosses.

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The author has something to say:

Bolivar: Let me see if this employee is from the Black Organization

PS I missed a small part when I pasted it in the last chapter (I'm an idiot), but I have already added it. For those who didn't see it, please make it up.