Chapter 130 Garland under the Mountain
At the same time, at the Qingyan App Project Center, even though it was not working time, the office was full of people.
All employees listened to the live broadcast.
After the little prince finished speaking, Qiu Ze punched the table angrily:
"Who are you calling a blood-sucking parasite?"
The colleagues next to him stared at him without moving. Qiu Ze silently retracted his fist and rubbed it quietly.
“The most consistent episode of ‘Stone smashing dog barking’.”
"Damn!" Qiu Ze scolded, "Do you have to say it out loud?"
The colleague said quietly: "I'm sorry, I really can't hold it in."
Qiu Ze said: "This little prince, I saw that the fans were so fanatical, I thought he was a person of such a high level, but when I heard what he said, he was only at this level. It's hard to find a four-legged operator. , Isn’t it hard to find writers who can write on the Internet? You can get a lot of them at once. What you do is that there is no technical moat, and you still expect to be far ahead? To be honest, you should be prepared for plagiarism the moment you start writing. Even if you are not prepared for this, you should be prepared for others to copy your words. What’s the point? Disgusting. ”
After hearing his complaint, his colleague added: "When you were in school, your composition scores must not have been very good?"
Qiu Ze turned to look at her: "My Chinese teacher didn't like me and always gave me low marks. Later, I stopped studying at all. What's wrong? What does this have to do with anything? "
"Nothing." During the live broadcast, the little prince continued to talk about the contract. After listening quietly, Qiu Ze slammed the table.
“Damn! They are playing dirty tricks!”
“This should be called a conspiracy.” The colleague next to him was thoughtful.
Qiu Ze thought this move was unexpected at first, but the more he thought about it, the more he became afraid: "No, they really dare to get such a contract? How dare they? Aren't they afraid that the speech therapists will collectively set the pace?"
After saying that, he had an idea: "Yes, let's start a rhythm now."
He opened the "Qingyan Core Speech Therapist Inner Group". He is the group leader. There are about 70 Qingyan mid-level and high-level speech therapists in the group. He singled out those who broke into Wenwen to steal scripts, and they all have traffic support.
He spoke in the group: "Friends, have you watched the live broadcast of Little Prince Wen Yan? How dare they offer that kind of contract? Do you have any ideas? [Squinting smile]"
No one said anything, and after a while, a speech therapist sent a "nose-picking" emoji.
Qiu Ze was a little anxious, and then typed: "Let's go to the cultural group to lead a rhythm. The official should hear the opinions of the speech therapists. To have a speech therapy, you have to sign a non-compete agreement. If you don't make any money, you will have to pay liquidated damages."
After he finished speaking, there was no one for a long time. In response, he added: "Brothers, we must fight for our interests. If we don't unite to fight against the officials, we will really have no choice when the fists come down." After saying that, there was finally a message prompt. When I opened it, I saw that someone had left the group, and there was one less person in the group.
Qiu Ze felt anxious. He didn’t see who had left the group. When he looked at the withdrawal record, someone in the group finally said something:
“Support” ! ”
Qiu Ze was quite encouraged. He took a closer look and saw that the person who responded was the person with the second lowest performance in the group (the last one was himself), and his anger suddenly disappeared.
The message prompt sounded again, and another one left the group silently.
Qiu Ze stood up nervously, and the colleague next to him asked: "Are you no longer in rhythm?"
"What else is there in rhythm? Let's find a way to maintain this year's performance first!"
He rushed into the manager's office. At this time, Zhong Susu was watching short videos, Qiu Ze's face was livid, but he couldn't say anything.
Everyone knows that this person has a background behind her. If she is willing to work overtime with them, she has done her best. Do you still expect her to do something?
"Manager Zhong, have you watched the live broadcast of the little prince just now?"
"Yes."
Zhong Susu shook the mouse, looking absent-minded, and made a sound from her nasal cavity, which you couldn't hear unless you listened carefully.
Qiu Ze continued: "Manager Zhong, Wen Yan's side is going to issue a new contract, and they are going to have a non-compete agreement. From now on, speech therapists can't work on both sides at the same time. Some speech therapists in my group have already quit the group. I'm worried that if this continues, it will lead to the loss of us. A group of speech therapists? "
"Hmm."
Compared to the previous "um", this "um" has a stronger positive meaning, which is a good sign.
Qiu Ze said: "I think we need to take some countermeasures? We have to put some pressure on the other side and cannot remain indifferent, otherwise we will be very passive."
Zhong Susu sniffed loudly and finally said the first sentence: "How do you think it should be done?"
Qiu Ze said: "Let's add a little bit more to the speech therapists..."
He wanted to say "add a little bit more welfare", but then he thought about it, their project team had finally made an objective net profit. If they added welfare, wouldn't it be in vain?
Qiu Ze added: "Let's create an issue for the navy..."
He wanted to say "spend some money for the navy", but then he thought about it, wouldn't it still have to dilute the profits?
Zhong Susu crossed her arms: "What exactly do you want to say?"
Qiu Ze forced a smile: "Can I really get two more months of salary for this year's year-end bonus?"
Zhong Susu stared at him without speaking. Qiu Ze quickly said solemnly: "Mr. Zhong, last month I worked hard for more than 12 hours a day and worked hard to achieve the good results we talked about. My savings have been put in for work and the rent for next month has not been paid yet. What you said before is the motivation for my struggle. If you can give me accurate words, I will feel more at ease in my work and have more high morale."
Zhong Susu played with her hair, making small movements, as if thinking about how to reply, and finally made up her mind and said:
"Actually, it is still unknown whether this year's year-end bonus can be paid out as usual in this situation, but I will definitely inform my successor about your situation, so don't worry."
Qiu Ze was very surprised: "Successor? What successor? I don't quite understand what you mean!"
"My position will change in the near future and I will return to the headquarters," Zhong Susu said. "The appointment and dismissal notice will come out in a while, and I will formally go through the handover procedures."
Qiu Ze felt that the sky was about to fall.
What is the sign of a change of generals at the last moment and a related household fleeing? This is a sign that something is going to happen!
He really wanted to denounce all the people with connections in the world. In the past, when he watched "Garland Under the Mountain", he laughed at the company commander and Jin Kailai for not knowing how to leave a way out for themselves. It should be noted that the world is theirs, but it is theirs in the end. Only when the relationship is harmonious can there be development in the future. Isn’t it true that all the spirit and glory are used to trick people into committing suicide? Don't underestimate yourself.
Only now did he realize that "Garland Under the Mountain" is simply a masterpiece! You come and go as quickly as you like, what do you think of brothers? Besides, if you came here for gilding, you should have said you were leaving! Who can show me that I have worked so hard during this period?
Qiu Ze’s lips moved and his face turned red. In the end, he was pulled down to the dust by the gravity of reality. He asked with a bit of frustration:
“Mr. Zhong, do you think I have any suitable positions at the headquarters?”
… He didn’t remember how he walked out of the manager’s office. He only remembered that when he returned to his desk, his colleague sitting next to him was packing his things and getting ready to go home.
"Bad news, very bad, very bad news," Qiu Ze whispered, "Our manager may have to be transferred back to the headquarters."
"Oh." The colleague was very indifferent, "Is that it?"
"Is there any worse news than this?" Qiu Ze looked up at her.
"It doesn't matter!" The colleague suddenly laughed from the bottom of his heart, "I have passed the interview at another company and will go to work next month. They will give me double the salary!"
"Huh??"
Qiu Ze let out a scream. At this moment, he suddenly realized: Has he already reached this stage? Am I the last mouse to notice that the ship is sinking?
Qiu Ze stood up and asked: "Which company are you interviewing?"
A mysterious smile appeared on the face of his colleague, and the worst thought came to Qiu Ze's mind:
"Could it be Wen Yan?!"
The colleague bit his lip and said, "I'm going home."
Dozens of thoughts flashed through Qiu Ze's mind, and he cursed on the spot: "Damn it, you have so many speech therapist resources, it's against professional ethics to jump over there! Is there any position there? I also have a lot of resources."
The colleague put his hand on his chin and showed an innocent expression: "Well... it's very difficult! They don't need so many people, and your name is not all registered there? You are the one who takes the lead in setting the pace."
Qiu Ze was stunned on the spot as if he was struck by lightning.
“I’m going home, bye!~”
Qiu Ze suddenly discovered that work is like falling in love, whoever invests the most will be hurt the most. He was now the saddest person in the building.
…
After the live broadcast, the entire company fell into a carnival state. It was as noisy as a vegetable market. Everyone had to shout loudly to hear each other.
The data in the background started to rise steadily as the live broadcast ended, just like hearing the sound of the starting gun. The most eye-catching thing is the number of people applying for S visas in the background. Everyone is gathered in front of the computer to monitor the data growth in real time, which is refreshed every 15 minutes.
In less than half an hour, the victory was decided. The word "explosion" is almost clearly written on the face of data growth. The only regret the employees had was not buying champagne in advance.
Someone tore up the discarded materials on the table, threw the pieces of paper into the air, and shouted "Long live the little prince", and others followed suit.
Because Huang Da lost the bet, he did a lame Thomas pirouette on the ground, which caused a roar of laughter.
Zuo Ziliang doesn’t like to be too noisy, but he doesn’t care about employees releasing their emotions. He just sits in his office, lights a cigarette, and monitors data at any time.
Ye Lan walked into the office with the materials in hand to find Wang Zixu. She glanced at the report and looked at him, a smile almost bursting out of her eyes.
She said: "It has to be a little prince!"
She added: "Just one hour after the live broadcast, more than 700 people applied for S visa, and more than half of them met the requirements. Complete the monthly tasks ahead of schedule, let's work together!" She added.
Finally, she said: "I don’t know how many more speech therapists can be added in the future. As long as we can attract one-third of the speech therapists from Qingyan, we will establish a leading position in the industry."
Wang Zixu smiled lightly, his face a little pale. Not a word was answered.
Ye Lan knew that something was on his mind, so he stroked his back and said, "Come on, come with us for a midnight snack tonight. It's a celebration."
"No. I'm tired."
“Look how happy everyone is!”
Wang Zixu shook his head.
Ye Lan was a little disappointed: "Come on, if you keep being autistic like this, you will get depressed."
Wang Zixu shook his head: "I like being alone, and I won't be autistic."
Ye Lan still didn't give up: "Seriously not coming?"
"Next time."
He walked out of the office, arousing a new wave of cheers from the employees. Everyone was talking to him, some were shouting loudly, some were praising in a low voice, the crowd was like a monster with dozens of limbs, some patted his shoulders, some hugged him, and some shook hands with him.
After Wang Zixu said goodbye to everyone, he called a car and went home alone.
He feels that he has a bit of Plaza Syndrome. When there are many people, he doesn’t know what to do and his mind goes blank. Maybe someone like him is suitable to be alone.
He returned to the house where his internal organs had been hollowed out, and couldn't help coughing.
The wall quickly returned his voice to him, with an ethereal tone.
He slowly took off his clothes, slowly lay on the messy bed, and slowly covered the thin blanket above his shoulders.
He curled up on the bed alone, as if hugging himself.
……
第二天早上醒来的时候已经11点多濒临中午，屋子里空荡荡的，他才想起妻子已经离开。 The strange thing is that I don't feel uncomfortable at all.
When I turned on my phone, a bunch of unread messages popped up immediately. There were more than 99 unread messages on WeChat. Zuo Ziliang called him once, Ning Chunyan called him once, Ye Lan called him three, and there were two unknown unknown numbers.
He yawned loudly and sat on the bed for a while before clearing his thoughts.
The muscles and bones all over my body were sore as if they had fallen apart and then reassembled. There is a bitter taste in the mouth. One side of the nose is still full of air.
He thought maybe he was getting old after all. Even though he didn’t do anything indulgent last night, he still felt so bad when he woke up in the morning. After washing, he made his voice sound less like he had just woken up, and called Ye Lan back.
"Oh my God, you finally woke up." Ye Lan said as soon as he answered the phone.
"Hmm. What's wrong? What's the matter?"
"If nothing happens, can't I call you?"
"If nothing happens, you won't call me three times."
Ye Lan said: "I'm not looking for you, the publishing house is looking for you. Then The editor next to me wants to talk to you about the book. "
"What's the matter about the book?" "Who knows? I don't know about the printing, the signing, or the event."
"The signing?"
Wang Zixu was a little surprised. How could I possibly have a book signing? Is it okay if I hold a book signing?
Ye Lan said: "I don't know. I will give you the other party's mobile phone and you can chat by yourself."
(End of this chapter)