Chapter 25 Are You Anxious?

The unlucky relatives believe that Meng Weishen can live with anyone for the rest of his life, while the divorce lawyer believes that Meng Weishen will sooner or later fall out with anyone and fight over the divorce property.

After the lawyer's persistent education on marriage risks (one is about money and the other is about infectious diseases among gay men), Meng Weishen finally developed some risk control awareness. At least he knew how to follow the lawyer's advice and notify the lawyer immediately if any financial transaction occurred between him and his wife that exceeded the agreement.

Meng Weishen took a photo of the signed contract and sent it to Li Yingxuan, and also mentioned the orthodontic package.

[Li Yingxuan]…There is also this matter.

[Li Yingxuan] If it’s not for defrauding money, what else could it be for? Are the scripts of private hospitals so rich now?

[Wesley Meng] What script?

[Li Yingxuan] The master and apprentice are acting together. Haven't you seen livestreaming sales? It's all the same routine. The master helps his family get the price down, and the apprentice cries and begs the master not to sell it, swearing they'll lose money. They trick you into thinking you're getting a bargain, but it's all just a script.

[Wesley Meng] Is there such a thing?

[Li Yingxuan] You'll understand if you watch livestreams selling goods a few more times. And your case is even more serious. I seriously suspect this doctor married you to gain your trust and then extort you for a large medical bill. Do you still insist on paying him 10,000 yuan per month? Can you just not pay? I haven't written any clause about breach of contract.

A lawyer's job is to help clients identify all risks. Meng Weishen fully understands this, but he still feels a bit resistant to the other party's random suspicions. It's rare for him to type out a less polite response.

[Wesley Meng] I already said it was impossible, don’t mention it anymore.

[Wesley Meng] Is it possible that Dr. Jiang is being controlled by Director Tan, who is threatening to fire him unless he generates a certain amount of revenue each month? It's quite pathetic.

[Li Yingxuan]…

[Li Yingxuan] Don't chat with lawyers about your private affairs after work. It's best not to discuss them at any time. I also suggest you think about the pressure you face to perform well. Who else deserves your pity?

While walking back to the office from the outpatient clinic, Meng Weishen casually browsed the live streaming platform for selling goods. He did not see the master-disciple drama that Li Yingxuan mentioned, but only saw people selling bags with cold faces.

The bags are dyed with lavender seeds that bloom once a year in France. Every time one is sold, one more person gets a cake. The barrage of comments is: What happened? I only want to see the lavender!

Honestly, he thought the lawyer himself was more like a livestreamer selling goods. He had a sour face, a fierce attitude, and most importantly, he was always looking for enemies. So how did Jiang Ranxu take advantage of the other party's cake?

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It’s no wonder that modern people generally have an excessive awareness of anti-fraud (but still get cheated). There is no integrity in the market economy, and being able to make money is a skill.

Livestreaming sales, with its borderline scams and exaggerated slogans, has long become a major driver of consumption in the market economy. Everyone wants a piece of the action.

Their factory has always wanted to squeeze into this track, but unfortunately, they never get any results and are beaten to the ground by the Fubao factory next door. The more anxious they are, the less effective they are, and the less effective they are, the more anxious they are.

Lin Zhesi was obviously anxious, so he notified the emergency meeting late at night, requiring all team members to be present, even the interns.

The incandescent lights in the conference room were too bright, scorching the eyelids and causing a dizzying reaction. Thus, an absurd scene was created: the leader solemnly emphasized the urgency of the task, while the subordinates yawned profusely, showing no sense of urgency at all.

Lin Zhesi has his own way to make them wake up.

"Gavin, stand up."

It was clearly his deskmate's name that was called, but Meng Weishen's eyelids twitched. He had a momentary horrifying illusion. He was in the evening study session after the monthly exam results were released. The head teacher, in a tone as quiet as dead water, began to call out the names of the criminals who had fallen behind in the rankings one by one.

No, he has graduated from high school for almost ten years, why does he still have a stress reaction?

Moreover, the conference room was filled with the best of the best. They must have had a very comfortable student life, loving to boast about their superior intelligence and how they managed to get high scores without reviewing. Even if the teacher called on them publicly, it was to set an example in the class that studying could change one's destiny.

Their fate has indeed changed because of studying, and they finally have the opportunity to experience the treatment of poor students.

The guy at the table in front of him clearly had the same illusion as him. Under the gaze of more than a dozen pairs of eyes, he stood up tremblingly: "Manager Lin, is there something you want to talk to me about?"

"I need your help?" Lin Zhesi repeated, laughing. "With your work ability, how could I dare to ask you for help? Don't you think it's funny?"

"I'm sorry, Manager Lin. I haven't been in a good state of mind at work recently. As you know, I..."

Lin Zhesi interrupted impatiently, "That's enough, stop talking nonsense. Everyone's time is valuable. Just tell us about the stupid mistakes you made recently and how they delayed the development of the points mall."

The guy at the table in front of me choked and swallowed his words. "I'm not proficient in Java frameworks and need to improve my technical skills. I'm not a good team player, and communication and coordination with colleagues is very difficult. I lack a sense of responsibility at work. Even though I knew the project schedule was tight, I missed the online video conference during the Spring Festival because of a funeral."

"That's all?" Lin Zhesi waited a moment, only to be met with silence. "Please, I asked the AI ​​to pretend it was a researcher and reflect on the faults of project delays. The AI ​​gave a more comprehensive answer than you. Honestly, what do you think are your strengths over the AI? Could your job be directly replaced by AI in the future?"

The guy at the front table lowered his head even lower, as if he had made up his mind to remain silent.

Killing prey that no longer struggles becomes boring. Lin Zhesi said leisurely, "If you can't answer, sit down."

No one in the conference room yawned again. After a deathly silence, Lin Zhesi finally got to the point:

"I must say that the delay in progress isn't entirely Gavin's fault; it's a problem for the entire team. I don't know how your previous manager managed the team, but I can't tolerate such a lax and casual work attitude."

"Calculate your own labor costs, including salary, performance, five social insurances and one housing fund, various benefits, and workstation utilities. Then think about how much value you can create for the company and whether it's worth it for the company to hire you."

"If you can't create value, don't feel bad if you're outperformed. In my opinion, labor laws only apply to planned economies. Now, competition is based on ability, and the last-placed employees should be compensated for their losses."

"Gavin, I don't think you're qualified for this key project. Who assigned you the P6 level? Wesley, hand over the work to Gavin. It'll take at most two weeks. I want to see results."

Meng Weishen was unexpectedly called out: "Manager, but..."

Lin Zhesi didn't intend to pay attention to him: "Today's meeting ends here, you can go and do your own things."

A heavy, low pressure settled over the conference room. The instigator had flown away with a swift breeze, while the rest of the group moved as slowly as puppets on strings. They could only return to their damned workstations, and no one was willing to leave too quickly. After more than ten minutes, everyone dispersed.

Meng Weishen's questions from the meeting hadn't been answered yet, so he had to consult his superiors first. He passed by rows of cubicle workstations and saw that the lights in Lin Zhesi's conference room were still on, so he knocked on the door and went in.

He caught a glimpse of the other person's trash can out of the corner of his eye. Inside it lay the succulent Jade Dew plant left by Kuang Jia. Its roots had been pulled out of the soil, and the bottom had withered into a brown and yellow flat piece.

Lin Zhesi always spoke like this, with no discernible ups and downs in his tone: "Wesley, you finally came to me?"

Meng Weishen didn't want to get any closer to the dead Yu Lu. He stopped where he was, several meters away from her desk. "Manager Lin, there's something I don't quite understand. You adjusted my division of labor before the New Year, and I was no longer responsible for the points mall module. Why did you change your mind now?"

Seeing the other person's slightly disdainful look, Meng Weishen realized that this question shouldn't be asked. The power of a leader is unfathomable. You should do whatever work is assigned to you, without questioning.

But he still shamelessly waited for the answer.

Lin Zhesi said, "You know, I really value talent. I originally thought that the subordinates the previous manager valued were potential talents, but you haven't shown any of the qualities that talent should have. How can I dare to give you a good job?"

What exactly did "a good job" refer to? Meng Weishen had no idea. But he was adept at using the process of elimination, and he knew that a "good job" couldn't be covering up a colleague's mess.

Meng Weishen continued to ask sincerely: "Manager Lin, how do you need me to behave? Can you tell me clearly? If I can do it, I will definitely find a way to do it."

"Are you playing dumb with me?"

"I haven't. But I believe that leadership requires clear orders."

"you……"

"If you don't explain it to me clearly, I won't know what to do. If I don't do it according to your instructions and do it wrong, won't it be a waste of time?"

Lin Zhesi was visibly angry, a rare sight. "Get out! I don't know how your former manager could stand you."

Meng Weishen circled back to where he was: "So why?"

"go out!"

baffling.

Meng Weishen had no choice but to leave. To express his dissatisfaction, he did not help the other party close the office door.

There was a new message notification on the phone, from Jiang Ranxu.

[R Jiang] You left in a hurry just now, and I forgot to ask you, when is the best day for us to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau?

[Wesley Meng] Sorry, my manager just told us to prepare for 007. Let's talk about the marriage registration next month. (tears) (tears)

[Wesley Meng] Are you anxious?

[R Jiang] No, I'm not in a hurry. Just go ahead and do your thing. Don't worry about me. (Hot tea)