Post-2000 boss: You can be late up to seven days a week!

Chapter 22 Benefits of working overtime?Free meals?
On the other side, the scene switched back to Tianhai Real Estate.

Although the sun was about to set, no one came out of the Tianhai Real Estate Building at this moment.

Even Fang Jilin, the boss, was still in the office, immersed in correcting documents.

The photographer did not dare to disturb Fang Jilin's work and went out to look for objects to observe.

After leaving the chairman's office, turn right and go downstairs, and go straight into the purchasing department.

The office was packed, and everyone was typing furiously on the keyboard in front of them.

There was no intention of leaving at all.

The photographer looked at the employee in front of him curiously.

This employee’s name is Wang Yang and he is an intern.

"Brother, it's time to get off work, why don't you leave?"

Wang Yang, who was sitting in his seat, looked up at the photographer and shook his head decisively.

"Only a fool leaves!"

"Eh?"

The photographer was stunned when he heard this.

I didn't expect that the intern in front of me would say such a thing.

This worker doesn't leave after get off work?

It’s really strange. Could it be that the sun rises in the west and sets in the east?

The photographer glanced out the window subconsciously.

Wang Yang seemed to have seen the shock on the photographer's face, and raised his head and looked towards the photographer.

"Isn't it five o'clock now? Our company has free lunch boxes at 05:30, and you don't have to spend money!"

"Is there such a good thing?"

The photographer looked at Wang Yang with wide eyes and disbelief.

Originally, he thought that Fang Jilin, an older generation of entrepreneurs, was the kind of person who could not change his past.

after all.

With the tragedy of the previous sales department leader in front of him, as a fellow worker, he could not help but feel a sense of sadness as if a rabbit had died and a fox had died.

Just like the viewers of the live broadcast, a deep sense of powerlessness arose spontaneously.

Rather than being full of despair for this company, it is better to say that I am full of despair for my own life.

This is basically the case for all migrant workers.

I finally entered society from university with enthusiasm and wanted to contribute my share to society and the country.

As a result, I can only stare at the endless work in a daze, with no end in sight.

Oppression from superiors, exploitation by bosses, blessings from the company...

Things like this were already weighing him down and almost suffocating him.

But I never expected that such a huge and indifferent company would have such a human side.

Wang Yang felt the photographer's shock and nodded.

"Yes! If you work overtime for half an hour, you can get a free lunch. And I live alone in a rental house. I have nothing to do when I go back, and I have no friends."

"It's better to earn some overtime pay and eat a free lunch!"

Hearing Wang Yang's words, the photographer couldn't help but nodded in agreement.

Working for half an hour in exchange for a free meal is not a bad idea no matter how you think about it. Besides, although Fang Jilin is old-fashioned, Tianhai Real Estate has always been a reputable company in the country.

We are not stingy at all when it comes to overtime pay.

Compared with some companies that do not get overtime pay, this kind of treatment is already very generous.

The two of them didn't talk any more. The photographer stood behind Wang Yang, holding the camera silently, taking pictures of Wang Yang's fingers constantly waving on the keyboard.

Soon, half an hour passed.

This time, we don’t have to go to the cafeteria to squeeze in. Instead, the cafeteria delivers packed lunches.

The photographer also received his own lunch box.I opened my lunch box excitedly, but found that the food in front of me felt strangely familiar.

Stir-fried cucumbers, braised pork, stir-fried pork...

Aren't these the dishes I had seen in the cafeteria this morning?

Why are they still like this at night?

The photographer looked at Wang Yang with a strange expression, but Wang Yang didn't seem to care at all.

With a ferocious look on his face, he shoveled the rice into his mouth. He didn't say it tasted good, but he just felt that he didn't feel half-enjoyed while eating like this.

The photographer looked at Wang Yang, gently picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of green vegetables and put it into his mouth.

A sour and rotten taste bloomed from the tip of his tongue.

The photographer's expression suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but feel bitter.

He looked towards Wang Yang who was eating rice with chopsticks.

"Brother, don't you think these meals look familiar?"

"This seems to be what was left from the cafeteria this morning, right?"

After hearing the photographer's words, Wang Yang stopped eating.

The corners of his mouth were stuffed with rice, and he subconsciously looked up at the photographer.

"Hey! Who cares about this kind of thing, as long as you have something to eat!"

"Keke can't eat this kind of spoiled food, right?"

The photographer looked at the lunch box in front of him and couldn't help but feel disgusted.

The studio staff also saw the photographer's distaste.

Looking at the photographer whose expression showed a trace of disgust, he couldn't help but frown.

"He really doesn't know how to cherish it. This is free! For a company with nearly a thousand employees, even if half of the employees work overtime, it will cost a lot of money!"

"That's right! Don't you get more pay if you work overtime? This is a blessing!"

"That's right! Today's young people are really ignorant. How much did it cost to work like ours back then? More than ten yuan!"

"That's right! It's good to have enough to eat. These people are so picky. They really haven't experienced the hardships they did back then!"

"That's right! Everyone is eating, but he is the only one who dislikes it!"

Apparently, several experts were unhappy with the photographer's disapproval.

The audience in the live broadcast room was also divided into two groups.

[It’s good to eat some, it’s free!Besides, if you don’t want to eat, can’t you just go home and not work overtime? 】

【yes!Our company doesn’t even get paid for overtime work. Tianhai Real Estate’s treatment is already very good. After all, it’s a big company! 】

[This kind of system of a large company is worth emulating!In a place like Shanghai, you are not allowed to pay twenty or thirty for a meal. This is equivalent to working overtime for half an hour. Not only are you given twenty or thirty, but you also get overtime pay. This kind of treatment is very good! 】

[Can this be washed too?Are you really treating us like beasts?Use a pile of morning leftovers that are already sour to fool people! 】

【yes!Even if it’s a free meal, at least it’s safe, right?I've been working overtime and you made a pile of rotten vegetable leaves to fool people. My uncle can't bear this, and my aunt can't bear it! 】

[Everyone who uses cattle to plow the fields knows to give the cattle a good meal. I have never heard of anyone asking for money from the cattle? 】

【…】

However, the heated discussion in the live broadcast room did not disturb the photographer and Wang Yang in front of them.

Wang Yang glanced at the photographer who was a little disgusted and spoke slowly.

"It's okay if you don't want to eat. The company will have refreshments and snacks in an hour."

"It's just that we are all used to eating this kind of food, so naturally we don't dislike it."

The photographer nodded subconsciously and looked at Wang Yang who finished dinner in less than 10 minutes.

At this moment, Wang Yang didn't even have time to wipe the oil stains from the corners of his mouth.

He was in front of the computer again and started typing on the keyboard quickly.

(End of this chapter)