Chu Fang's brain was about to explode all morning, so he went downstairs for lunch.

When he arrived at the elevator, many employees made way for him, and the employees inside the elevator also came out to let him, the boss, go first.

After going downstairs, Chu Fang randomly found a fast food restaurant with two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes, which cost a total of thirty-five yuan. Although it was expensive, it was quite a bargain in the financial center of Shanghai.

After all, a glass of water here costs more than 100 yuan.

As Chu Fang was eating, he saw Panpan, the receptionist, appear in front of him. He beckoned to her, and she pointed at him. Chu Fang nodded, and Panpan slowly walked over: "Mr. Chu, what can I do for you?"

"sit."

Panpan sat down, and Chu Fang, drinking his tomato and egg soup (which was rather bland with few tomatoes and eggs), asked softly, "What are your thoughts on the layoffs?"

"Ask me?" Panpan opened her mouth. "I'm just a receptionist, I don't know anything."

"You don't understand anything, so I'll fire you first."

"Huh?" Panpan couldn't help but exclaim, and the company employees next to her immediately perked up.

Chu Fang looked around, and the employees who were trying to eavesdrop immediately shut their ears, not even daring to sit next to them. He then continued to ask, "Tell me, if you do well, I won't fire you."

Panpan was silent for a moment, then lowered her head and said, "I don't know. The company has its own plans and development methods, and we employees are just workers. We have no status in front of the company and can only let it decide whether to stay or leave. I'm actually okay; I haven't bought a house or gotten married, but many of my colleagues are burdened with car loans, mortgages, and children. If we're laid off, I really don't know what they'll do..."

As Chu Fang listened, she lost her appetite, pushed her plate aside, and headed towards the company. Panpan also prepared to leave, but the fast food restaurant server stopped her: "Miss, you haven't paid your bill yet."

"I've paid the bill."

"The gentleman you were talking to didn't pay the bill."

“... ..."

Back at the company, Chu Fang slumped onto the sofa, his eyes vacant, pondering how to handle the situation.

Having exhausted all other options, he convened a meeting with the entire management team and asked them for advice and suggestions.

However, he was disappointed that there were no useful suggestions.

Most managers agreed to layoffs, with only Kang Bo and a few others hesitant. The former group consisted of genuine elites with substantial salaries and bonuses, who were no longer able to empathize with ordinary people, while the latter group lacked effective methods to address the issue.

As night fell, it was almost eight o'clock, and they still hadn't come up with an effective solution.

Chu Fang was the first to leave the conference room. As he walked out, he saw that the entire company was brightly lit, and the company employees and subordinates were all working hard. When they saw him, they avoided his eyes.

He clapped his hands, gesturing for everyone to look: "Everyone has been incredibly busy lately, I thank you all for your hard work. How about this, I'll treat you all to a big meal."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sparse round of applause, but as if to please Chu Fang, the applause suddenly became louder.

Chu Fang chose a five-star hotel. Halfway through the meal, he stood up, drawing everyone's attention, and walked out of the hotel amidst their gazes.

Leaving the hotel, I sat on the steps, gazing at the bustling metropolis, and remained silent.

He regretted starting the company in the first place, otherwise he wouldn't have had to bear so much pressure.

"Sigh, I brought this on myself." He sighed.

Just then, a subordinate came out of the hotel. He was wearing a suit and was bald. Under Chu Fang's surprised gaze, the middle-aged subordinate knelt in front of him and kowtowed: "President Chu, I beg you, please don't lay me off. I have parents to support, two children to raise, and a mortgage to pay. If I lose my job, my whole family will be ruined. Please have mercy on me, I beg you."

Chu Fang said, "Get up, get up! A man's knees are worth gold."

Seeing a middle-aged man, roughly the same age as Chu's father, kneeling before this young man, Chu Fang felt truly uncomfortable.

He dislikes others kneeling before him, as it makes him feel superior.

Many of the company's employees came out. Kang Bo helped the bald middle-aged man up. Chu Fang looked around, and all the company employees were watching, waiting for him to make a decision.

He exhaled: "You all know about the company's affairs, so I won't say more. I have two choices. Option one: the company starts layoffs, cutting more than fifty colleagues. I guarantee my compensation will not be less. Option two: you brainstorm ways to find your own value and keep your jobs."

Although Chu Fangfu had been wealthy for five or six years and had seen many grand occasions, in essence, he was just a recent college graduate whose major was not management but interior design. He really didn't know how to handle this matter.

He thought about it all day but still couldn't figure out how to handle it, so he simply left the matter to his subordinates and employees to figure out for themselves and handle their own affairs.

If there's a solution, Chu will avoid layoffs; if not, then he can't be blamed for being cold-hearted.

Upon hearing his words, many employees exchanged glances, their eyes filled with confusion.

Do our employees decide for themselves whether to lay off staff?

Such niche writing.

Chu Fang patted his butt: "I'll give you three days. I'll come back to the company in three days. I'm leaving now."

After saying that, he went to the front desk to swipe his card to pay, and also bought a case of Wahaha drinks, since his sister-in-law kept saying there were no drinks left in the refrigerator.

It has to be said that the sight of a billionaire carrying a Wahaha drink into a Rolls-Royce is quite artistic.

The luxury car then disappeared into the bustling traffic, leaving the employees bewildered and looking at each other.

"What did President Chu mean by that?"

"I don't understand, but it seems like they've given us a chance to be saved."

"So... what should we do? Find our own value?"

"don't know... ..."