No compensation for layoffs? Backhand, he lent the company millions

Chapter 2 Your worker grandfather is here
  WARISMAT TECHNOLOGY LIMITED.

An Internet company engaged in outsourced development. To put it bluntly, it provides a series of development services to traditional enterprises that want to transform to the Internet, including web pages, apps, small programs, etc. The company's corporate culture can be summed up in three words: "More work, less money, PUA".

Yan Jiangchi's immediate boss, R&D manager Zhou Ning, nicknamed Zhou Bapi, is a 35-year-old married man who is slightly fat, slightly ugly, and bald. He is yelling at a subordinate in the conference room.

"...Did you come up with the plan? You're like, 'Well', even a dog in front of the computer is better than you... What's wrong with scolding you? You have the ability to talk about the results of your work, but your achievements are not worthy of my respect... You guys Young people just can't bear hardships. Look at Yan Jiangchi... Did he faint because of the intensity of the work? It was because of his poor physical fitness... "

Yan Jiangchi pushed the door open, walked into the conference room, put the sick leave note issued by the doctor on the table, and pushed it in front of Zhou Ning.

"Sick leave, 15 days."

Clean and neat, not a single movement or word is redundant.

Zhou Ning’s expression is wonderful. At first, he realized that he was speaking ill of people behind their backs and was bumped into. Moreover, they were still sick, so he was a little embarrassed, so he quickly forced out a rare smile. But then he thought, after all, he is the leader, dignity is more important, why should he feel sorry for such a trivial matter, he should be confident, so he quickly stopped smiling and put on a serious face. When Yan Jiangchi asked for leave, he was surprised and angry at the same time. One side of his nose and the corner of his mouth twitched unnaturally.

"What did you say?"

"Sick leave, 15 days."

"What's wrong with you? I think you're fine..."

When Zhou Ning spoke, Yan Jiangchi had already reached the door of the conference room, reached out and opened the door, intending to leave. He was too lazy to talk nonsense and only used actions to show: I am informing you, not requesting.

"Where are you going?!" Zhou Ning raised his voice.

The colleagues outside heard the commotion. Although they were still sitting at their workstations, they all raised their heads and pricked up their ears to pay attention to the situation here. There was a programmer who silently took off his headphones while staring at his computer screen.

Yan Jiangchi turned around and said again, "Ask for sick leave, 15 days."

"you you……"

Zhou Ning was at a rare loss for words.

If Yan Jiangchi was still the honest social beast, he hesitated when asking for leave, worked hard to find the reason that was least likely to be rejected, and adjusted the most polite and courteous attitude to win the non-existent empathy of the leader. If the leader was slightly displeased, he would first feel ashamed. . Such people are too easy to handle and easy to bully.

It's different now.

He, Yan Jiangchi, is a repeater and has no feelings.

"Sick leave, 15 days."

Zhou Ning is not used to it. Why is it so difficult to communicate today? This kid never dared to contradict the leader before.

He decided to start with the soft ones.

"Xiao Yan, listen to me," Zhou Ning rushed to Yan Jiangchi's side and closed the door of the conference room. "The company has always valued you, and I think you work hard enough... We are a young start-up company. In the future, management will definitely need to be refined, and there will be more management positions, do you understand what I mean?"

Yan Jiangchi: "Ask for sick leave, 15 days."

"Don't be ignorant," Zhou Ning said with a cold face, "Have you finished the flow chart of Xingrui's APP? How is the payment path connected? The work is not completed, but you still have the nerve to lick your face and ask for leave... When you entered You didn’t know anything when you were in the company. If I hadn’t given you the opportunity to learn, would you be where you are today?”

Yan Jiangchi: "Ask for sick leave, 15 days."

slam-la-

Zhou Ning threw a pile of information and a sick leave note at Yan Jiangchi's face.

The materials were unbound and fell apart halfway, like a goddess scattering flowers, which created quite a dramatic effect.

Yan Jiangchi squatted down, first picked up his sick leave note, put it on the table, and then picked up the documents, stacking them neatly according to the page number.

Zhou Ning saw that he was squatting very low, so he thought he was giving in, and softened his attitude, "Xiao Yan, I know you have worked hard during this period, just hold on a little longer, and when the things at hand are finished...haven't you still saved up?" Do you want some paid leave? Yes, I will grant you leave at that time and let you take two consecutive days off, no, three days..."

"You just wanted to hit me, right?" Yan Jiangchi picked up the last piece of paper and stared at Zhou Ning. He stood up and walked towards Zhou Ning while rolling the pile of information into a tube shape and holding it in his hand.

He tapped the paper tube on his other hand twice. The hardness was not bad.

"What are you doing?!" Zhou Ning took a step back.

"I teach you."

Snapped--

The paper tube hit Zhou Ning's bald head.

"This is how you can hit, see?"

Snapped--

When he received the first blow, Zhou Ning had no time to react. Now he came to his senses and howled like a killing pig.

It’s not that the beating hurts, but that Zhou Ning treasures the few hairs on the top of his head. He usually pays special attention to the surrounding hair to support the center. He wishes he could use the surrounding hair as a fence to isolate and protect the sparse hair in the center.

Yan Jiangchi's two blows hit his life gate.

Zhou Ning protected his head with one hand, and with the other hand - he was used to being domineering, he was not willing to be beaten passively - the other hand was clenched into a fist and waved towards Yan Jiangchi.

Yan Jiangchi had little experience in fighting, and he had just experienced fainting and was weak. After only moving a few times, sweat broke out on his forehead.

But in his heart, he had the ferocity of "who would rather me" and "let's destroy them together". In addition, he had weapons in his hands, which took advantage of "every inch is longer and every inch is stronger".

Snapped--

For the third time, the paper tube hit Zhou Ning's face. At the same time, Zhou Ning's fist hit Yan Jiangchi's arm. The two offset each other. This blow was very light, but the symbolic meaning of the slap in the face was too strong, so the severity of the blow was secondary. Zhou Ning was furious and rushed towards Yan Jiangchi desperately.

Yan Jiangchi fell to the ground and shouted: "Hitting someone! The leader is beating someone! Zhou Ning is beating someone!"

Outside the door, he accompanied Yan Jiangchi back to the company. Although he was sitting at his workstation, Wu Li, who had been looking into the conference room, heard the noise, stood up suddenly, rushed into the conference room, and blocked Zhou Ning and Yan Jiangchi. middle.

"Stop it! Stop it!" He shouted at Zhou Ning, as if he wanted to stop him but was afraid to do it because of the leader's power. Even Yan Jiangchi, who was lying on the ground, gave a secret thumbs up and praised him when he saw it. The acting is really good.

As soon as Wu Li took the lead, two or three more bold colleagues trotted in, helped Yan Jiangchi up with all their hands, and then stood with Wu Li, forming a human wall and not allowing Zhou Ning to approach Yan Jiangchi.

They were silent, silently expressing the view that "no action should be taken no matter what".

Zhou Ning's teeth itched with hatred, he raised his hand high and pointed his fingers over the heads of several people at Yan Jiangchi, "You're dead."

Then he pointed at the people in the middle and said, "What are you doing?! Come back to work. Have you finished your work?!"

Yan Jiangchi patted the dust on his clothes, flattened the paper tube, and handed it back to the colleague who had just been scolded. The colleague stood alone in the corner of the conference room and did not come forward to intervene.

"Next time, make it thicker so that you can hit people more easily," Yan Jiangchi said.

The colleague took the information and smiled.

When he came to the conference table and pushed the sick leave note on the table to Zhou Ning, Yan Jiangchi repeated one last time: "I'm asking for sick leave for 15 days."

When you're done, turn around and leave.

Zhou Ning wanted to shout "Then don't come back", but when the words came to her lips, she felt that this line was too similar to a woman abandoned by a scumbag, and had no momentum. After holding it in for a long time, only one word came out: "Get lost!"

　Are you already working, or are you still studying?

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)