Chapter 939: 934. The Spendthrift (Please Subscribe and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Seeing this, Meng He hurriedly said, "Brother Zhang, I'm not just spouting nonsense, and I'm not talking about myself either; listen to me explain carefully."

Hearing Meng He say this, Huang Lin also became a bit curious; he really hadn't thought that much about it before.

Don't let Meng He's somewhat honest appearance fool you; the little schemes in his heart are no fewer than anyone else's.

"It's like this, Brother Zhang, look, if we send our sons over, what will others think? You know our purpose, and the others surely understand it too; they definitely won't let such a good opportunity slip by," Meng He began to narrate his thoughts.

"Also, this is equivalent to showing their faces in front of you, Brother Zhang, which will be beneficial for their children in the future. The most important point is that whether their sons can take over in the future is actually a big problem."

Zhang Ran looked at Meng He and didn't speak for a moment.

Take over?

This was indeed a problem. Under normal circumstances, it was impossible for Zhang Ran to let others' children continue to take over; wouldn't that make it their own industry?

But if these children were truly outstanding, and Zhang Ran's impression of them was also good, it wasn't impossible.

Even if they couldn't take over, they could still have a place within the company's upper management.

This was also very important.

In fact, there is one thing everyone understands: what era is this? Basically, no one holds onto those old-fashioned ideas anymore.

If they lack ability, no one will force their children to take over; those small companies don't count.

Just like Zhang Sicheng; if Zhang Sicheng lacked ability, Zhang Ran wouldn't let Zhang Sicheng take over either.

Perhaps he would skip him directly and let Taotao take over.

And if Taotao also couldn't do it, then Zhang Ran would formulate some relatively perfect rules, letting them hold shares but handing the company over to professional managers to run, and he would absolutely not force an incapable descendant to take over.

And what Meng He was actually talking about wasn't primarily taking over, but whether they could stay in the company and become high-level executives.

You have to know that many people's shares in the Zhang Ran System are actually not much. If they aren't within the company's upper management, perhaps after ten or twenty years, these shares might eventually be diluted through various means.

Another point is the former one Meng He mentioned: as long as they leave a good impression in front of Zhang Ran, then starting their own businesses in the future will also be twice as effective with half the effort.

Haven't you seen Meng Mingxuan and Huang Xunceng?

That they are so successful now is largely because of Zhang Ran. Don't look at how Zhang Ran seems to care about nothing other than giving money.

But in reality, Zhang Ran has been blocking countless storms for them from the front.

That is why they have been able to develop so steadily.

Another point is learning; this is also very important. With Zhang Ran's personal guidance, plus the fact that this is such a major matter, those juniors will definitely be able to learn quite a lot.

Zhang Ran didn't rush to answer; he actually had his own thoughts as well.

For him, this was actually a good thing, because this way, he could reduce the difficulty of this integration to the minimum.

And there is another point, which is laying the foundation for Zhang Sicheng to unite the next generation.

Also, he could take advantage of this time to instill his own ideas into these juniors. In fact, for people who have reached this stage, apart from conflicts of interest, the biggest divergence might be in their thinking.

If these people could all be unified in their thinking, this would also be a good thing for Zhang Ran.

This point, Meng He and the others probably hadn't even thought of.

"Fine, small matter. Let them come over in a few days; handle the company's affairs these next few days first," Zhang Ran agreed in one breath.

"Really? Thank you, Brother Zhang, I'll toast you," Meng He was overjoyed.

Huang Lin also raised his glass.

"However, I'll say the ugly words first: they can follow along, but they must not interfere randomly. This matter is very important and cannot have any accidents," Zhang Ran then said seriously.

Meng He nodded and said, "I know, they aren't people who don't know what's good for them."

"Mm, I'm just saying."

Huang Lin and Meng He didn't quite see eye to eye and soon started a drinking contest, but Lin Meizhi and Cheng Mei hit it off immediately and chatted quite happily.

Very quickly, they ditched these stinky men, opened another table with Liu Lu and Zhang Siyan, and made some food for themselves.

"The food is cold, wife, go heat it up," Meng He shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Didn't you see we're drinking happily over here? Go heat it yourself," Lin Meizhi said without any politeness.

"Hahaha, Meng Dahe, you're just bragging; you can't even command your own wife," Huang Lin mocked wantonly.

Meng He's face turned red—of course, that was because of the alcohol—"If you have the ability, make your wife go; don't act like a big shot here with me."

Provoked by this, Huang Lin actually shouted, "Wife, go help me heat up the food."

But after that one sentence, there wasn't even an echo, making Huang Lin suddenly feel a bit awkward.

Now it was Meng He's turn to loudly mock Huang Lin.

Liu Lu over there wanted to get up, but was quickly pulled down by Lin Meizhi, "Don't mind them, let's drink our own; they really think they've become masters, wanting us to do everything."

Hearing this, Zhang Ran coughed dryly, but didn't mind; he just looked at Zhang Sicheng on the side.

Zhang Sicheng saw his father's gaze and felt a bit helpless, sighing in his heart; now this chore really could only be done by him.

"I'll go heat the food," Zhang Sicheng stood up obediently.

But after Zhang Sicheng had heated all the food, the few of them still mainly drank and basically didn't eat, which made him very helpless.

Today, he really drank the least; Zhang Ran and the others were talking about past events while drinking, and he couldn't get a word in.

As for Zhang Siyan's side, they wouldn't include him at all.

So he became the waiter, not only busy with Zhang Ran's table but also having to look after Zhang Siyan's side.

"Sicheng, go get some more red wine; don't be stingy with the good wine in your house, drinking it won't make your family poor," Lin Meizhi's voice also grew louder; she was clearly a bit drunk.

Zhang Ran didn't mind this; on the contrary, he actually liked this state, rather than everyone being cautious in front of him.

Hearing this, Zhang Sicheng could only helplessly get up and head to the cellar, where quite a lot of good wine was stored.

Anyway, Zhang Sicheng didn't like drinking, and liked red wine even less.

But when Zhang Sicheng walked out, he saw his father staring at him with wide eyes; he felt a bit uncomfortable—what was wrong now?

What he was holding in his hand was truly out-of-print red wine, salvaged from the seabed, which had been offered as tribute to the British royal family back in the day.

"Spendthrift," Zhang Ran cursed in a low voice.

But it was already too late; Lin Meizhi had walked over at the very first moment and heard Zhang Ran's words, her eyes instantly lighting up.

Wine that could make even Zhang Ran feel a bit of heartache was definitely good wine, so she immediately took it and, without saying another word, opened it directly.