Chapter 953
Under the Data, Nothing Can Hide!
Upon hearing this, Han Zixing, though unsure of what his boss was planning, did not raise any questions. Instead, he immediately nodded and replied, "Yes, boss, I'll arrange it right away."
He turned and left the office, his steps light and quick.
Lin Haoran leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes to rest for a while, and went over the next arrangements in his mind.
There's a lot going on in New York: I need to meet with Arnault, attend a dinner hosted by Citibank, deal with issues at Universal Investment Company, and also put the purchase of a building on the agenda.
These things should be done one at a time; they can't be rushed, but they also can't be delayed.
Once he's settled all these things, he plans to go to California.
As the state with the largest economy in the United States, it is home to many giant corporations, and for Lin Haoran, it is also the place with the most investment opportunities.
It not only boasts the technological wave of Silicon Valley and the entertainment industry of Hollywood, but also offers real estate investment opportunities in the two major cities of Los Angeles and San Francisco.
For him, California was like a gold mine that had not yet been fully exploited, full of opportunities; the key was how to seize them.
He can't just squander the hundreds of billions of dollars in cash he has; that's not his intention.
What he wants is for these investments to be worthwhile!
An hour later, Han Zixing pushed open the door and said respectfully, "Boss, the meeting room is ready. I have also notified the new employees recruited in the United States over the past three years to gather in the meeting room at 11:30 sharp."
Currently, in addition to the existing employees who came from Hong Kong and those who will be transferred from Hong Kong later, the company has recruited a total of 146 new employees from Wall Street. All of them have been notified and are already waiting in the meeting room.
Lin Haoran stood up from the sofa and nodded: "Let's go."
He stood up, straightened his suit collar, and strode out of the office.
Han Zixing followed behind, walking through the corridor towards the conference room.
The meeting room of Huanyu Investment Company is located on the east side of the office area. It is a large room of about 300 square meters and is the largest meeting room in the entire company. It is usually used to hold investment decision meetings or all-employee meetings.
The conference room didn't have a large conference table; instead, it consisted of many folding chairs, which were now neatly arranged in more than twenty rows. A wired microphone was placed on the podium at the front.
Lin Haoran didn't rush in. Instead, he stood in the corridor outside the conference room and looked at the situation inside through the glass wall.
There were 146 people of various skin colors, with whites making up the vast majority, along with about thirty Latinos, and very few Chinese faces, less than ten.
In this era, there are indeed not many Chinese people working in Wall Street finance, especially among the elite.
Han Zixing had just told him that everyone here was an elite from Wall Street, some from Goldman Sachs, some from Morgan Stanley, and some from Merrill Lynch, with impeccable resumes.
They wore well-tailored suits, their hair was neatly combed, and their every move exuded the confidence and composure unique to financial elites.
Lin Haoran's gaze swept across the faces of these people, and a number appeared above each person's head.
Under the weight of data, nothing can hide!
This is his cheat code: he can see everyone's level of loyalty.
Based on his experience using cheat codes over the years, a score of 60 is considered acceptable, 80 or above is reliable, and 90 or above is trustworthy. As for loyalty scores of 100, there are only a handful of people with that score.
He started from the doorway and looked at each one one by one.
The first one is a white male in his early thirties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with a loyalty rating of 78.
Lin Haoran's heart stirred slightly. This level of loyalty was quite good. He continued reading.
The second one is also a white male, in his forties, with gray hair, a calm demeanor, and a loyalty score of 63.
It barely passes the minimum standard; it's barely usable.
The third one is a woman in her thirties with brown hair and delicate features. Her loyalty is 72.
Fourth, loyalty level 28.
Fifth, loyalty level 70.
Lin Haoran walked slowly down the corridor, his gaze sweeping over everyone like a scanner.
Han Zixing followed behind, unaware of what his boss was looking at, but dared not ask any questions, and simply stayed quietly by his side.
Lin Haoran spent about ten minutes looking at all 146 people.
The result was roughly as he expected: most people's loyalty was between 60 and 80, which falls within the normal employment relationship: you pay me a salary, I work for you; it's not exactly loyalty, but it's not exactly betrayal either.
Only 26 people have a loyalty score of 80 or higher. These people have a certain sense of identification with the company, a positive work attitude, and are worth cultivating.
Eight people have a loyalty score below 60.
The lowest one, with a loyalty score of only 16, was a white male in his early thirties, sitting in the third row by the window. He was handsome, wearing a dark blue Armani suit, and had a Rolex watch showing on his wrist.
This level of loyalty is almost beyond redemption, indicating that this person not only has no feelings for the company, but may even harbor some kind of malice.
Lin Haoran gave him a special look and remembered his location.
He also noted down the seats and physical characteristics of the other seven.
As for loyalty scores above 90, there wasn't a single one.
This was also within Lin Haoran's expectations. These Wall Street elites came to Huanyu Investment Company for the money, and talking about loyalty was a luxury.
Those who truly have an emotional attachment to the company are the long-time employees who have followed it all the way from Hong Kong.
After Lin Haoran finished looking at the last person, he turned to Han Zixing and said, "Zixing, go and get a list of new employees and their resumes, the kind with photos."
"Yes, boss." Han Zixing replied and quickly walked towards the human resources department.
Lin Haoran stood in the corridor with his hands in his pockets, but did not go in.
His gaze, through the glass wall, fell once again on the people in the conference room.
He won't name these eight people on the spot, nor will he embarrass them in public, but they will receive termination notices from the HR department today.
It's not a complicated reason, just two simple words: layoffs.
Global Investment Company does not need disloyal people, no matter how capable they are.
About five minutes later, Han Zixing returned with a stack of documents and handed them to Lin Haoran with both hands: "Boss, this is the list and resumes of the new employees, one for each person, with a photo."
Lin Haoran took the documents, nodded, and smiled, "Let's go in together!"
So the two of them went into the conference room.
Immediately, a round of enthusiastic applause erupted in the conference room.
Although Lin Haoran is not very old, and most of the employees in this conference room are older than him, his fame and influence in the American financial world are by no means small.
His prediction of a US stock market decline was just one of the things that made him famous. Many media outlets have since explored his rise to fame, and his undefeated record has spread throughout the United States.
Therefore, there are quite a few of his fans here.
These employees all knew after joining the company that Lin Haoran was the boss, but they had never seen their boss in person before, and this was their first time meeting him.
With more employees, this fact would inevitably become impossible to hide, and Lin Haoran had no intention of continuing to conceal his identity as the owner of Huanyu Investment Company.
Moreover, his purpose in coming here today was to meet these people in person. Firstly, Huanyu Investment Company is the company that holds the most importance in his heart, and he really needs to meet these new employees up close.
Secondly, I also wanted to take this opportunity to see for myself what kind of people they were.
Lin Haoran walked up to the podium, put the list and resumes aside, and picked up the wireless microphone.
The applause gradually subsided, and more than a hundred pairs of eyes stared at him, their gazes filled with curiosity, anticipation, and a hint of nervousness.
He looked around the room, smiled slightly, and said in a clear voice that carried to every corner: "Good morning, everyone. I am Lin Haoran, the owner of Huanyu Investment Company."
To be honest, I'm ashamed to say that in the three years since the company moved to New York, I've only been to the office a handful of times. It's not that I don't care about the company, but I've always believed in a principle: leave professional matters to professionals.
"General Manager Su Zhixue manages the company very well, so I trust him completely and rarely come here."
He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping across each person's face, his tone relaxed and natural.
"But today is different. I'm here today because the company has reached a new stage of development, and there are some things I need to talk to everyone about in person."
Lin Haoran's voice was unhurried, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.
“I know that most of you come from Wall Street with impeccable resumes. Goldman Sachs, Morgan Stanley, Merrill Lynch... These names are all well-known in the financial world. You chose to come to Universal Investment Company for different reasons. Some of you did it for the salary, some for the career development opportunities, and some for a change of environment.”
None of that matters. What matters is that from the day you joined the company, you have been a member of Huanyu Investment.
Some people in the audience nodded slightly, some remained expressionless, and some were quickly jotting something down in their notebooks.
Lin Haoran continued, "Huanyu Investment Company is different from those established investment banks. We don't pursue the largest scale or the highest transaction volume. What we pursue is accurate judgment, decisive investment, and the ability to hold on to our positions."
Over the past few years, you've all heard about our achievements. Every move we make is the result of careful consideration. This isn't luck; it's foresight, judgment, and the culmination of a team's daily, meticulous work.
His voice gradually rose a little.
"But I want to remind everyone that past achievements do not represent the future. The financial market is a battlefield without gunpowder. Today you may make a fortune, but tomorrow you may lose everything."
To survive in this industry in the long run, you need not just a bit of luck, but continuous learning ability and judgment.
I only have two requirements for my team: competence and loyalty.
Competence is fundamental; without it, you won't stand firm on Wall Street. Loyalty is the guarantee; without it, you won't go far at Universal Investment Company.
The conference room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Lin Haoran's gaze swept across the entire room once more. This time, he intentionally or unintentionally lingered a little longer on those with lower loyalty.
Among the eight people, several sat upright with focused expressions, looking as if they were listening very attentively;
A few others had their heads slightly lowered, seemingly lost in thought.
"Alright, enough chit-chat." Lin Haoran smiled, his tone becoming more relaxed. "I'm just here today to meet everyone and get to know you all. We can have more in-depth discussions in the future. Meeting adjourned."
He put down the microphone, and the applause from the audience rang out again, even more enthusiastic than before.
Lin Haoran discovered that perhaps because they were able to get close to their idols, many employees on site had become more loyal.
Originally, there were only 26 people with a loyalty level of 80 to 89, but now that number has increased to 37. One person even broke through 90, reaching 92, and that person is of Chinese descent.
Among the employees with the highest loyalty scores of 60 to 79, more than 20 people saw their loyalty scores increase.
However, none of the eight people with loyalty below 60 changed.
He was somewhat surprised by the employee's loyalty score of 92; this employee was definitely a loyal fan of his.
He memorized the man's appearance; this kind of person is worth cultivating!
Those who can be here are all elites in the financial industry.
He needs someone who is both loyal and capable.
Lin Haoran ignored the employees, turned around, stepped down from the podium, and walked straight out of the conference room.
Han Zixing followed behind, and the two returned to the general manager's office and closed the door.
Lin Haoran sat down on the sofa, took the tea that Han Zixing handed him, and said to him, "Go and call the HR director over."
"Yes, boss." Han Zixing quickly left the office.
Lin Haoran took a sip, then placed the list and resumes on the coffee table and began to look through them.
He quickly turned to a resume, paused, picked up a pen, and circled it in the upper right corner. It was Raymond Smith's resume, with a loyalty score of only 16, the lowest among the applicants.
The second one, Isabella Rodriguez with a loyalty level of 28, is circled.
The third one, Jeffrey White with a loyalty level of 35, is circled.
The fourth one, with a loyalty level of 42, is circled.
The fifth one, with a loyalty level of 44, is circled.
The sixth one, with a loyalty level of 51, is circled.
The seventh one, with a loyalty level of 53, is circled.
The eighth one, with a loyalty level of 55, is circled.
After drawing all eight circles, Han Zixing and the HR director returned to the office.
Speaking of which, the HR director was also an acquaintance of Lin Haoran, Zhao Lin, who was the receptionist when the company was first established.
After arriving in the United States, she switched careers and began working in human resources, and is now the director of human resources.
Zhao Lin was in her early thirties. She wore black-rimmed glasses, had her hair tied in a low ponytail, and dressed in a well-tailored dark gray suit. She looked capable yet approachable.
She's a long-time employee of Huanyu Investment Company, having followed them all the way from Hong Kong, so her loyalty is naturally beyond question.
"Boss." Zhao Lin walked into the office and greeted him respectfully, her tone carrying a hint of warmth as if she were seeing her former boss.
Lin Haoran nodded, handed her the resume with eight circles drawn on it, and said bluntly, "Deal with these eight people this afternoon, pay them the full compensation according to the contract, and avoid any legal disputes."
The reason given should be company strategic adjustments and the elimination of the position; do not mention anything related to ability or performance.
Zhao Lin took the resume, glanced at the eight circled names, and without any surprise or hesitation, replied crisply, "Understood, boss. I'll go prepare now. We'll start talking to each of you one by one at 2 PM this afternoon."
Long-time employees know that all you need to do is follow the orders given by the boss, and you shouldn't ask why.
This is the culture that Huanyu Investment Company has had since its inception: they all know that everything the boss does is right!
Lin Haoran nodded, satisfied with Zhao Lin's attitude.
He thought for a moment, then found a resume among the resumes he had collected; it belonged to a Chinese employee whose loyalty score was 92%.
He handed the document to Zhao Lin and said, "When Zhixue returns to New York, tell him that He Shaohui is worth nurturing."
Zhao Lin took the resume, glanced at the photo and name, and nodded solemnly: "Okay, boss, I will convey your message to President Su."
"Understood, boss." Zhao Lin noted it down.
Lin Haoran waved his hand: "Alright, go ahead and get busy. You can report on the matter of those eight people to Zhixue separately."
"Okay, boss." Zhao Lin took the resume and quickly left the office.
Seeing Han Zixing's surprised expression, Lin Haoran, in a good mood, chuckled and said, "Aren't you curious why I fired these people?"
Han Zixing carefully considered his words before cautiously saying, "Boss, how did you figure out that those eight people were suspicious? I saw you standing in the corridor for a while, not saying a word to them, just glancing at them a few times..."
Even if someone is very curious, they won't bring it up unless the boss brings it up first.
But since the boss said that, he naturally wanted to know.
Lin Haoran smiled. Han Zixing wasn't the first to be curious about this question, nor would he be the last.
They just didn't dare to ask.
He put down his teacup and said calmly, "Zixing, you've been working for many years now, and you've been with Huanyu Investment Company for four years. You should know that you don't necessarily have to talk to people to understand them."
Eyes, facial expressions, posture, and micro-expressions can all reflect a person's inner self. Some people, you can tell at a glance that they are not trustworthy.
There's an old Chinese saying, "Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free." Huanyu Company is very important to me; even if there's only a 1% suspicion, I can't let them stay in the company.
He naturally wouldn't mention anything about how loyalty could be discerned; that was his secret.
Whether Han Zixing believes it or not is his own business; Lin Haoran doesn't need to explain his judgment to anyone.
Han Zixing nodded thoughtfully and did not ask any further questions.
In the past, the company had had employees with problems. The boss quickly guessed who it was, and after an investigation, they found that the person was indeed problematic.
The long-time employee was used to the boss's seemingly uncanny judgment. Although he didn't know the secret behind it, he believed that the boss's judgment had never been wrong.
Hearing his boss's words now, he felt a sudden realization.
Lin Haoran glanced at his watch; it was almost midnight.
He stood up, straightened his suit, and said, "Alright, I'm leaving now. Keep an eye on things at the company, especially the matter of those eight people. Tell Zhao Lin to handle it cleanly and decisively, without dragging things out." (End of Chapter)