Ma Guoming was immediately dumbfounded. When he worked at Yonghong, working overtime was very normal, and he often asked his colleagues to stay and work overtime as well.

They said they would finish get off work at 6 p.m., but then they would stay to clean and couldn't leave until 7 p.m.

What's even more outrageous is that Mr. Ma doesn't allow employees to hold meetings during working hours; they must hold meetings after get off work.

Especially during large meetings, they can go on until 10 p.m.

Ma Guoming was skeptical and whispered, "Boss, are you serious?"

“I don’t joke around at work,” Wang Peng said. “I’ll give myself a warning for working overtime once, and I’ll be fired the second time.”

"If you become a manager in the future, and you make your subordinates work overtime, fire them immediately."

"Brother Ma, you must remember this zero-tolerance rule."

Ma Guoming nodded hurriedly and asked softly, "Boss, why?"

Wang Peng chuckled and countered, "Do you expect to work overtime for free all the time?"

Ma Guoming hurriedly shook his head. He used to work overtime for free at Yonghong, and he had long been fed up with that kind of life.

He was a little nervous and asked cautiously, "Boss, what about my salary?"

Wang Peng said, "Like everyone else, the minimum wage is 500 yuan per month. Half of this month's net profit will be divided equally among you, with no upper limit."

Kenneth Ma finally breathed a sigh of relief and said eagerly, "Thank you, boss! Thank you, boss!"

"Come to work tomorrow," Wang Peng said with a smile. "Let's have lunch first, and then tell your family the good news."

"Yes!" Ma Guoming nodded hurriedly. He wondered how happy his wife would be if she knew this news.

The dramatic ups and downs in his career made him even more excited.