Empire of Shadows

Enio's father hadn't yet realized the gravity of the situation; he even thought the HR manager was joking with him.

In his understanding of the Federation people, they were all very humorous, especially the middle class, who would make harmless jokes to achieve emotional sublimation!

In his imagination, his old job would be terminated, but he would also get a new job.

Weren't those books he had read all about this?

First, give people a scare, and then give them a huge surprise, so that the surprise can bring a stronger emotional stimulus!

So at this time, he didn't show any frustration or other negative emotions. He smiled and looked at the HR manager, "And then what?"

He was ready to welcome his new life!

But the HR manager just looked at him like he was an idiot, "And then what?"

"Then you should pack your things and leave the company before ten o'clock. We can only give you half an hour to deal with these."

"Anything you haven't taken away after half an hour belongs to the company!"

It was at this moment that Enio's father realized that this was not the "Federal Workplace Books" he had read. He looked at the HR manager in disbelief, "Why, why are you firing me?"

"Didn't we talk about it before?"

"If I reach a sales volume of one thousand this quarter, you will give me a business manager position?!"

The HR manager shook his head. "That has nothing to do with me. Whoever promised you, go find them!"

He glanced at his watch. "By the way, you don't have much time."

Anxiety and unease were written all over Enio's father's face. He quickly left the HR manager's room and went to the manager's office.

Ignoring the secretary's obstruction, he pushed the door open and entered directly.

The manager was on the phone. He frowned when he saw Enio's father pushing the door open.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little oppressive. Enio's father, who had originally wanted to loudly question the manager for not fulfilling his promise and even firing him, subconsciously closed his mouth.

"Okay, okay… I have something to deal with here. I'll call you later."

He hung up the phone and glanced at the innocent-looking secretary, who breathed a sigh of relief and closed the door to leave.

The manager was only thirty years old, more than ten years younger than Enio's father.

He was wearing a well-tailored, high-end suit, sitting in an air-conditioned room. He motioned for Enio's father to sit down, "What's wrong?"

This sentence immediately made Enio's father's anger rise again. He didn't sit down, and directly asked loudly, "The HR department just said I was fired, why are you firing me?"

"Didn't you say that if I reached a thousand in sales, you would make me a business manager?"

The manager did not deny it. He crossed his legs, leaned back in his chair, and played with a pencil in his hand. "That's right, I promised you that before."

"But someone said that you bought those goods yourself. You violated the company's regulations."

"Company regulations?" Enio's father's voice became louder, "When did this regulation exist?"

In fact, the vast majority of salespeople in this company buy products themselves.

The products they promote are not very competitive in the market... and the price is not very favorable.

If they don't often buy the unsold guaranteed products themselves, they won't even receive their basic salary, and they may even lose their job.

Enio's father had looked for many jobs and changed many jobs. The Federation people were not at all welcoming to immigrants without any technical expertise. He couldn't even go to the factory!

The people in the recruitment office would tell him that the positions were already filled as soon as they saw his immigration certificate, even if they were still discussing salary issues the moment before.

In addition, he had read many books about pursuing dreams and realizing dreams, and he firmly believed that he could find a direction in this industry.

Originally, the direction had been found, but inexplicably, it was extinguished again, and he wanted to know why.

The manager casually took out a contract and handed it over, "Turn to page three, line forty-seven, and tell me what you see."

Enio's father did as he said, and then saw a line of text—

"Salespeople shall not obtain fraudulent sales performance by privately purchasing goods themselves."

"Once discovered, the company has the right to terminate the employment relationship unconditionally…"

He didn't pay attention to these when he signed the contract; he just glanced at it roughly. At this time, his face was a little pale, and he was still arguing, "But many people are buying those unsold goods themselves. I'm not the first, and I won't be the last!"

The manager still had that slow and methodical look, "Yes, we all know that. We don't care if you buy one or two occasionally, we can let you go."

"But look, you bought hundreds of dollars worth of things at once!"

"You are already deceiving the company. In order to become a business manager, you are defrauding the company!"

The manager threw the pencil in his hand onto the desk, "The purpose of letting you promote products, in addition to selling the products themselves, is also to promote the company and the brand, so we have set a higher commission in the industry."

"But you have affected our external publicity on the basis of defrauding the company!"

"To be honest, not suing you is already the company's greatest pity and kindness to you, so you shouldn't come to me now, but pack your things and leave with dignity!"

Enio's father's momentum suddenly weakened. His lips trembled, "We agreed…"

The manager looked at this man who was more than ten years older than him without the slightest sympathy, "But you violated the rules."

He paused, "You can leave, or I will call security."

Enio's father looked disappointed and sad. He wanted to say something and try again, but seeing the manager's unforgiving eyes, he finally gave up.

He thought of the sales problem of those products, "Then my commission…"

Fifteen percent of the sales commission is also a considerable amount, close to one hundred dollars.

The manager had a mocking smile on his face, "You violated the company's rules, you were fired, I have already said that not suing you is the company's greatest kindness."

"If you still want to make trouble, either file a lawsuit and let us lose, and I will give you the money."

"Or we will sue you and let you understand that these breach of contract clauses are not just decorations, think about it yourself!"

This set of combined punches has defeated many people and is invincible.

In fact, this set has been tempered and tested. Everyone knows that almost all salespeople are buying some unsold products themselves, but why don't they say it?

Because this is the company's way of making money—salesperson package sales model!

Many people may not think about this, but the capitalists in capitalist society have long played these tricks skillfully!

Those super consortia dare not sign reimbursement agreements, but for these sales companies, they can do it, because the salespeople are backing them up.

Each salesperson will have basic tasks. If they can complete these basic tasks, then they can get a guaranteed salary.

These guaranteed salaries are actually generated from the profits they sell. They are equal to paying themselves a salary while also making money for the company.

If they can't sell these things, it doesn't matter. They won't get a basic salary, which means they are working for the company for free!

So wanting to get a basic salary is equivalent to package sales. If you can't package sales, you work for the company for free. This model is very popular!

Then find a few so-called star salespeople, who are always creating myths to spur and encourage those who want to give up.

In addition, the overall industry is also publishing books to encourage people to pursue their dreams, which is a huge capital trap.

Deceive all those who can't see the essence into it, and then kill them severely!

Many people will not find out in the end that they have worked for a few years, more than ten years, or even decades, but they are still empty-handed and penniless.

Because the tasks assigned to them by the company every month are calculated by models. How could the company let them take advantage of the company?

At the same time, every once in a while, the company has to clean up a group of old people, because these old people who have been unable to realize the Federal dream will dampen the enthusiasm of some newcomers.

So how to clean them up?

Each company has its own different methods. In Enio's father's company, they used the contract trap method.

Kill them severely once, squeeze out the last remaining value, and then fire them.

What if Enio's father didn't buy these goods himself?

Then he would never have any chance to be promoted to business manager in his life. As long as he is willing to improve, he will definitely find a way to fill this gap.

As long as he really bought it himself, then he was tricked.

Of course, there is another possibility. He did sell these goods. If he really did this, the company would have other methods, such as adding an "observation period" to examine whether he cheated.

If he can continue to meet the excellent business standards for a quarter, then the company is also willing to let him be a business manager. After all, why would the company not want someone who can create more value for the company?

When he can no longer create value for the company, the company still has a way to kick him out.

This plan ensures that the company is always profitable. Now more and more immigrants in the Federation need jobs. They may be one of the few companies that do not discriminate against immigrants. Coupled with the rich business environment, there are naturally fools who report every day!

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"Now, are there any other questions?" the manager asked, looking at him.

Enio's father shook his head, his face pale. A hint of a smile appeared on the manager's face. "Now get out, pack your things, and don't let me see you in this company again!"

"Get out!"

Enio's father could only turn and leave. He returned to his desk, sat there blankly for a while, then two security guards walked over from a distance, staring at him.

Only then did he start packing his things.

He had worked hard here for a long time, and he never thought that one day he would leave in such an undignified way!

The surrounding people gossiped, making him even more embarrassed and desperate. He felt like he couldn't breathe!

He didn't know how he left, staggering as he carried a box of his belongings out of the company, where he was pushed, falling to the ground.

His things scattered all over the place, but he couldn't bear to throw them away, so he could only pick them up bit by bit, like a soulless corpse, subconsciously staggering towards home.

His dreams, his beautiful perception of the Federation, were shattered at this moment.

Beno's execution ultimately brought some benefits to the family. He wasn't at the very bottom, and his death would generate different ideas and have a lasting impact.

Enio had been spending time with Morris recently. Morris was still young and recovering well, but he was still somewhat weaker than a normal person.

Lance spent a lot of money to get the best medical treatment for him, although these treatments might not be that effective, it was better than doing nothing!

Morris was also very grateful. When they were bored, they suddenly started talking about his deceased father.

"If I have time in the next few days, I want to go to the cemetery to see him again."

"His life… ε = ( ο ｀ * ) ) ) Sigh."

Morris's father's life wasn't too bad. He didn't suffer much and lived happily.

When he had money, he would gamble. When he didn't, he would do odd jobs. When he won money, he would take him out for feasts. When he was broke, they would eat black bread together.

But to say he enjoyed a good life, he really hadn't.

He knew his father. Behind his gambling addiction was actually the idea of getting rich overnight.

Essentially, this was the only way he could think of to make big money and change the family's circumstances. There was no other.

Relying on odd jobs?

He would never amount to anything in this life.

"What about you? Have you gone back to see your dad recently?" he asked Enio.

Enio was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head. "No, he's still pursuing his Federation dream!"

He couldn't help but laugh when he said this. "I hope his Federation dream can come true!"

However, Morris's reminder, and what happened to him, made Enio decide to go back and take a look.

His relationship with his father had greatly improved. Sometimes people are right.

All unhappiness stems from poverty.

Now that he had money, inexplicably, the conflicts between him and his father had lessened a lot, and they weren't so antagonistic anymore.

Money is a good thing!

After settling Morris in for the night, he took two thousand dollars and went home.

Since what happened to Morris, now all these senior executives were accompanied by people with guns wherever they went.

They could attack and assassinate others, so others could assassinate them!

Morris's serious injury and Lance's assassination were warning them that they weren't "protagonists," that they could also encounter danger, be injured, and even have their lives threatened!

When Enio opened the door, he saw his father sitting at the small round table in the living room, bandaging his arm.

When he was pushed and fell, both his arms and elbows were injured, and some skin was scraped off.

It was too troublesome to go to the hospital for these simple external injuries. He consulted and bought some medical supplies to take care of it himself.

He didn't expect Enio to come back at this time. After a brief moment of surprise, he asked, "Have you eaten dinner yet?"

Enio frowned and sat down at the round table. "You fell?"

Enio's father gave an "Um" sound. "I accidentally fell."

"Let me help you with that. I'm good at this," Enio took the job, and the father and son sat at the table without saying a word.

After a while, he cut off the bandage, very satisfied with his handiwork.

He had experienced treating wounds many times and knew how to do it best.

Neither of them knew what to say, and there was some awkwardness for a moment.

"I… I'll get you something to eat. I haven't eaten yet, so you can have some too," Enio's father stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Enio didn't refuse. Although he suddenly wanted to come back and see his father, he didn't know what to say now that he had actually seen him.

Sometimes the relationship between father and son is like this, inexplicable, but with a trace of connection.

While his father was preparing dinner, Enio stood up in the house.

His room was clean, the same as when he left, and it was obvious that it was cleaned every so often.

There was no musty smell in the room, and he inexplicably thought of Boton. Perhaps he should find another one for his dad.

There should always be a woman in the house, he thought.

When he returned to the living room, he noticed the cardboard box in the corner, containing all of his father's belongings from the company.

"You were fired?" That's all he could think of, because for his father, who firmly believed that hard work could make him a superior person, voluntarily resigning was almost impossible.

But he quickly noticed something was wrong, because there were obvious, fresh scratches and scrapes on the cardboard box. Combined with the injuries on his father's arm, a surge of anger rose from the soles of his feet.

"Did they push you to the ground and cause this?"

Enio's father was embarrassed. "They pushed me, but I also accidentally…"

"Those sons of bitches, tell me, what happened today!"

"I…" His father still wanted to gloss over it, but Enio was already losing control!

"They pushed you down, you got hurt, and you're still protecting them now?"

"Shit!"

"You should care about the people who care about you, not cover up the facts for the people who hurt you!"

Looking at his furious son, he wasn't angry at all, but a hint of a smile appeared on his face. "Okay, actually, this is what happened…"

After hearing him recount his experience, Enio was already bursting with anger!

"I'm going to kill him!" he said.

He immediately stood up. "What's the name of your company? What's the name of that damned guy? Do you know where he lives?"

Enio's father was a little nervous. "Actually, I just fell…"

Enio turned to look at him. "Don't stop me from doing something for you, even though you were a bastard in the past!"

"But don't forget, you're my father. Humiliating you is the same as humiliating me, humiliating the family!"

"If I don't find him tonight, I won't be able to sleep!!"