Please make money.

"Yes." Alia lowered her head to pick up a swimming crab without looking up. "And she was very unrestrained."

Young Master Jing stared blankly at the porridge hotpot in front of him, looking like he had lost his life - although for now he had only lost the highlight of his eyes.

"...Tomorrow is a holiday." Lei Fan looked at the appearance of the Second Young Master Jing and sighed: "Let's face this kind of thing on Monday."

"Isn't tomorrow Friday?"

"Yeah." Alia was stunned for a moment: "Friday is a holiday?"

"It's a legal holiday."

"No adjustment of leave?"

"No adjustment of leave. I never adjusted leave before."

In fact, the idea of ​​adjusting holidays, like having two days off a week, is essentially a recent product.

The two-day weekend was not introduced until 95. Alia’s parents’ generation only had one day off when they worked, and the only day off was Sunday.

A whole week's housework is squeezed into one day, and there is obviously no rest on Sunday, so it is a Sunday of fighting and a Monday of exhaustion.

As for the adjustment of leave, it was even later, it had to be in 99 of the "Secrecy Ordinance", that is, at the end of the century when light saved the world.

At that time, the two weekends were put together to create the familiar Golden Week holiday and the famous holiday variety show XX Seven Days of Joy, but at the same time, there was also a system of adjusted holidays.

The seven-day holiday was certainly fun, but a version bug of "too dense flow of people" was also created. The pressure on the transportation system was comparable to that of the Spring Festival travel rush. The highways were packed with people. In the classic saying, the later generations had to look at the backs of their predecessors. The tourism industry even had a special eating method of not opening for a year and eating a whole year's worth of food in seven days.

Therefore, in order to fix the bug in the new version, short holidays were implemented after 08. Two of the original three-day May Day holiday were divided into Qingming Festival and Dragon Boat Festival, and one day off was added for Mid-Autumn Festival. The national statutory holidays increased to 3 days. Finally, a debuff of adjustment was added to the one-day holiday, making it appear that there are three days in total.

But the pace of life today is no longer as busy as it was in the past. Although everyone jokes that 007 has no time to die, if young people really have to choose between statutory holidays and overtime pay, most of them will choose holidays - provided there is a choice.

The Ai Group may be terrible in other aspects, but when it comes to giving holidays, it is just the right amount of terrible.

Because no one wanted to work overtime, when other companies were promoting the wolf culture, the Ai Group failed to keep up.

Although it is a bit ridiculous to go to get off work and leave on time on weekdays, there is really no ambiguity when it comes to taking long vacations, and there is no such thing as adjusting the day off.

Ailia didn't know this before, but after hearing what Lei Fan said, she immediately slammed the table in excitement.

"Good! Good!"

"…Miss, why are you so happy?"

"Are you unhappy about your day off?"

"No, I usually don't take holidays." Lei Fan wiped the corner of his mouth: "Except during the Spring Festival or when the annual audit is over."

For this super hard worker and king of paperwork, the Spring Festival is because no one will be at work, and the annual audit is over because it is really too tiring.

At other times, the Group is his home and the office is his room - and his office does have a lounge where he usually lives.

The large flat in the CBD within the Second Ring Road was a relatively unfamiliar place for him to stay.

Alia, a worker, was dismissive: "I declare that you must take a holiday starting from tomorrow."

"Declare it invalid." Lei Fan smiled and said, "Unless you, as the chairman, arrange my work, it's not possible now."

"What did I say?"

"Not yet, indeed."

"Oh, just wait. If you have the guts, don't fall into my hands in the future."

Alia's threats were futile, so she could only ignore this guy for the time being. Anyway, he didn't even ask for overtime pay for working overtime. Maybe it was really his hobby.

Tsk, generally speaking, even if they are masochistic, they are not so M to this extent, I can't understand it...

However, Lei Fan's words reminded her that even if she revealed her identity, she would not be able to control the group unless she actually took the position of chairman.

The four giants of the group check and balance each other - or in other words, apart from the scattered shareholder clusters in the property department, the real checks and balances should actually be counted among the three giants.

The uncle and grandma are in the same group, Alia's third uncle is in a separate group, and Lei Fan, the upstart, seems to be the weakest at first glance.

But considering that he was able to confront Ai Ruhu and Ai Rulin for many years, he should not be as weak as he looks...

Lei Fan didn't know what Alia was thinking, otherwise he would have told Alia. He had just discussed this with Liu Jin from the consumer electronics department.

He also has a pen of the same model as Liu Jin's, and it was a parting gift from his wife when he went to Berkeley for further studies.

Liu Jin asked him very directly whether the eldest lady wanted to be promoted, and if so, everyone supported her to be the leader of the society.

Lei Fan said that the eldest lady had a far-sighted vision, which was not limited to the gains and losses of a city or a pond. A mere insect like a tiger was just a minor illness.

The real concern lies in the group's current bloated structure, strategic confusion, and a management system full of termites, not just a few termites at the top.

Letting the eldest lady climb up slowly will help her take control of everything. This is how Mr. Ai also came up step by step in the past.

And Alia said - Alia didn't have much to say, she could only say how could someone hold a shareholders' meeting without wearing a helmet?

Next time, if grandma and uncle dare to force her to transfer the shares, she will tell them the consequences of powerful officials not wearing helmets in meetings...

Both parties thought that everything was under control and that all the other party needed was growth, but they didn't know that this two-way road was destined to go in opposite directions.

Only the soft-shell crab in front of Master Jing was real. He sniffed, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and bit the delicious crab with hatred.

Men don’t shed tears easily, even if they are considered to be locked up… woooo… I’m so stupid, really… Is this what it feels like to be socially dead…

"By the way, who is in charge of the group's public relations department?" Alia suddenly remembered a detail.

"PR department? Miss, are you talking about the PR department of the consumer electronics department?"

"Ah."

"I'm not familiar with this. It should be the property department that's in charge, but I can say hello to them. I can make the decision on this matter."

To be exact, it can fit the budget...

Those departments are different from the strong industrial manufacturing departments. The financial power is in the hands of their financial and insurance departments. They have to call them daddy no matter what happens.

"Tell them to invite all the media that can be invited. I'll see... Is the day after tomorrow - the weekend okay?"

"what?"

"Regarding the incident of smashing the washing machine, invite all the media that can be invited to come and watch the joke. No travel expenses are allowed. Anyone who asks for a red envelope will be blocked. Be tough."

Alia spat out a crab shell and said, "I just don't believe it. The media will still speak well of us. Besides, there are also online trolls. We are not allowed to whitewash us. Let this matter ferment. Even if our competitors try to discredit us, we won't care."

"...Miss, it will be hard to convince the lower departments if this is the case."

Lei Fan is no longer opposed to temporarily ruining the group. After all, there is no construction without destruction.

However, in terms of operational logic, this style of play cannot be said to redefine the style of play, it can basically be said to be overtaking in R gear.

You do this kind of thing, and the people under you are not stupid, so who will take responsibility for your insanity?

"Can't you put it another way?"

"How about another way of saying it?"

"Internal rectification! Reduce the consumption of personal relationships and rectify the group's atmosphere - all of this is an advanced management model proposed by the enterprising Jing Er Shao. When he was reading Zhiyin or Dushu, foreign companies all did this. He learned the essence abroad and now puts it into practice."

Lei Fan recalled the summer camps of the familiar foreign children, the drinkable toilet water, and the flexible thinking of throwing sodium blocks into a beaker to calculate the volume.

He looked at the Second Young Master Jing with suspicion. If this man really learned this 'essence', he would have to arrange a private Marseille for him in advance.

But just by taking a look, he was sure that the other party didn't have it.

Young Master Jing stood there in a daze with half a crab in his mouth, saliva dripping from the corners of his eyes. He looked like he was crying because of greed, and was very emotional, but he didn't dare to move.

Even his expression looked very painful, with a kind of sadness mixed with grievance and regret. It could be said that it would be a shame for his current mental state if he was not given a great mission right away.

Lei Fan silently peeled a shrimp and respectfully placed it in his bowl as a tribute: "As expected of the Second Young Master, you are truly knowledgeable and astonishing..."

"Woo..."

047-The Loving Father and the Mean Sister

When Young Master Jing returned home, the house was brightly lit.

He was carrying a plastic bag, which contained meatballs and fish balls for a midnight snack - of course, he didn't buy them himself, but Alia gave them to him.

In Alia's words, it is a good idea to take advantage of the group and make the most of your own resources, which is called reasonable resource allocation.

The dinner in the cafeteria was still priced the same as before. She used Lei Fan's work card to buy anything at the executive price, which was capped at 10 yuan.

She calculated for a long time and felt that she had bought almost four identical items at the intern's price, which was a real bargain.

As a result, she took two of the four midnight snacks for herself, one for Lei Fan and one for him.

Young Master Jing didn't understand, but was greatly shocked. How could he be like Lei Fan?

Do you deserve it?

It’s not that he looks down on himself, but he knows Mr. Lei’s status. Just like he said, he dares to show his disapproval even to his own father.

Under normal circumstances, I should be a nobody in the corner, and Lei Fan should be the one that some woman tries hard to win over in order to show her intimacy?

On the way, Mr. Jing looked at the oden in his hand more than once, and then wondered what she was thinking.

Was she implying that she was fair? Generous?

The final conclusion is that she probably really didn't think anything, she just thought the midnight snack was delicious...

Sighing, Mr. Jing, who was being controlled by the other party, walked into his own villa and saw the whole family having dinner at first glance.

His 'little brother' was being picky about food, his stepmother was coaxing the child to eat, and his father was looking at his phone while sipping soup with a spoon.

Seeing him coming back, Ai Ruhu raised his eyelids and asked: "Where did you go to fool around? Why did you come back so late?"

"..." Second Young Master Jing didn't want to pay attention to him. He just looked at the food on the table and snorted coldly.

Instead, his stepmother patted Ai Ruhu, then stood up and went to the kitchen to serve the food: "I've saved it for you. It's still warm. Do you want to microwave it?"

Young Master Jing looked at her back for half a second before he looked away and looked at his younger brother again.

Ailian, the Third Master of An, 8 meters tall - is this (TM) 8 years old? Well, he is definitely not years old.

But this height combined with this "innocent" look still made the 17-year-old Jing Ershao, who was only meters tall and thin, envious and even jealous.

Compared to his brother's envy, Young Master An just stared at the bag in his hand and sniffed it as if he smelled something.

"What is that? I want to eat it!"

Young Master Jing looked at the bag and sneered again, "Give it to you to eat? Dream on!"

Without saying a word, he carried his bag and went up the stairs. The spiral staircase was like a passage away from the lights of thousands of homes, sinking into the darkness upstairs.

Ai Ruhu didn't even ask him to sit down to eat. He just looked at his phone casually and only put down the spoon when his wife brought him the warm meal.

"He can eat or not, can he starve to death?"

"He just didn't eat well and on time outside, so his physical development couldn't keep up. Look at Xiao An, how tall is he now?"

"You asked for it—"

"You..." Aunt turned back and got a tray, put the food that had been portioned out long ago on it, and carried it upstairs.

"Ah Jing, I left it at the door for you. Eat it while it's hot. I've been cooking today's soup for a long time. I—"

Auntie stopped at the door, holding the tray and looking at the distorted face of Second Young Master Jing. She was at a loss for a moment: "I...what's wrong with you?"

"Where are my things?!"

Young Master Jing pointed at the bookcase in his room. The cabinet, which was originally filled with things, has now been cleared out.

"This……"

"Where are my things!!"

He grabbed his stepmother's wrist with such force that the tray was knocked over, and the soup and food spilled out, startling the latter and causing her to scream subconsciously.

Accompanied by a flurry of footsteps, Young Master An caught up, followed by Ai Ruhu. The latter's face darkened, as if he had expected this to happen.

"Let go! What's the point of grabbing your mother? Who are you going to hit?"

"Where are my things?" Young Master Jing let go of his hand, his eyes reddened, and pointed to the room behind him: "There are so many things in the cabinet! Where did you put them?!"

"Throw it away." Ai Ruhu snorted, "What's the point of keeping such a messy toy?"

"That's not a toy! That's a game action figure I bought specifically for it—and where's my trophy?"

Young Master Jing was speaking excitedly, and he rushed forward and subconsciously grabbed Ai Ruhu's hand, squeezing it so hard that his knuckles turned white.

"Trophy? Champion and runner-up of the game competition? Do you think you are still a primary school student?" Ai Ruhu shook his hand away with disdain: "Now that you have completed your studies and returned, you must learn how to inherit the family business and manage the group. You have been wasting your time playing with toys every day. I will throw them all away for your own good. I want to stop you from thinking about playing games!"

Young Master Jing's eyes were dull for a while. He didn't want to argue with him about these meaningless topics anymore. He just rushed out a few steps, then remembered something on the steps downstairs, and turned back to ask his stepmother: "Where did he throw all my things?"