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Industry direction for the future, Wei Xin gives a very clear answer: Beijing University Founder Group - China's largest high-tech enterprises run in a wide range of professional drifting away on the road.

Wei Xin, Founder of the head known as the In an interview with

2001, the current situation as difficult Wei Xin, chairman of Founder Group. Now he mastered under the Founder Group, from a

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decoration Founder Group of Peking University School and Enterprise is considered the In this regard, Wei Xin of his own explanation. He said the company has two, one is for someone to invest in the company, the other is to take people's money officer of the company.

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inspirational success as an investment holding type of entrepreneurs, most of them will choose to enter high-growth industry cycle, the consumption in the industrial cyclical He rose in the East do not look for light in the west light of the profits. Limited diversification of their choice is an inevitable path. Wei Xin Founder since 2001 and has been entered in the professional and carefully maintain a balance between the limited diversification.

present, investment in 1986 by Peking University Founder Group,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], founded by the diversity has grown from across the four industries,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], namely IT, pharmaceutical, steel and moving between the financial industry, turn to focus on IT and medical care.

For many Chinese enterprises, diversification of both pies is a trap. Forays and the

GE diversification strategy as a model worthy of being worshiped by many entrepreneurs. Jack Welch, the world went so far as to maintain a diversified giants such calendar year,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], not down,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and its various industries also are doing remarkable, it can be said is the world's people want to go beyond the benchmark.

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The driver clambered into his seat, clicked his tongue, and we went downhill. The brake squeaked horribly from time to time. At the foot he eased off the noisy mechanism and said, turning half round on his box--
"We shall see some more of them by-and-by."
"More idiots? How many of them are there, then?" I asked.
"There's four of them--children of a farmer near Ploumar here. . . . The parents are dead now," he added, after a while. "The grandmother lives on the farm. In the daytime they knock about on this road, and they come home at dusk along with the cattle. . . . It's a good farm."
We saw the other two: a boy and a girl, as the driver said. They were dressed exactly alike, in shapeless garments with petticoat-like skirts. The imperfect thing that lived within them moved those beings to howl at us from the top of the bank, where they sprawled amongst the tough stalks of furze. Their cropped black heads stuck out from the bright yellow wall of countless small blossoms. The faces were purple with the strain of yelling; the voices sounded blank and cracked like a mechanical imitation of old people's voices; and suddenly ceased when we turned into a lane.
I saw them many times in my wandering about the country. They lived on that road, drifting along its length here and there, according to the inexplicable impulses of their monstrous darkness. They were an offence to the sunshine, a reproach to empty heaven, a blight on the concentrated and purposeful vigour of the wild landscape. In time the story of their parents shaped itself before me out of the listless answers to my questions, out of the indifferent words heard in wayside inns or on the very road those idiots haunted. Some of it was told by an emaciated and sceptical old fellow with a tremendous whip, while we trudged together over the sands by the side of a two-wheeled cart loaded with dripping seaweed. Then at other times other people confirmed and completed the story: till it stood at last before me, a tale formidable and simple, as they always are, those disclosures of obscure trials endured by ignorant hearts.