Foot massage is the greatest and oldest art!
A relaxing journey that transcends time and space.
It washes away the mud, eliminates fatigue, and cleanses the soul, giving people more energy to work and strive.
Stepping out of the foot massage parlor, Wen Xiangbing shook off his dejected state and became radiant, determined to open his own foot massage parlor.
I just want to provide a job for those 'poor' and 'helpless' young women.
Even Shao Liang was much more confident.
... ...
Monday was another miserable and painful day.
On the way to the company, Chu Fang kept watch with one eye on the ground and the other on guard the entire time.
If Zhong Tingyue hadn't repeatedly reminded him, he would have already had a close encounter with the car and left this world.
"Are you very tired?" Zhong Tingyue tilted her head.
"Getting up early is tiring," Chu Fang muttered in reply.
I feel fine.
"You've been self-hyping too much, that's why you think getting up early for work is good. What normal person likes getting up early?"
"You have to go to work, after all."
"I don't want to work."
What do you want?
"I want to find a rich woman to take care of me, why don't you take care of me instead?"
Do you know how to play with steel wool?
Upon hearing this, Chu Fang suddenly woke up, his pupils dilating: "Eek~~~, you're too perverted."
"No pain, no gain," as the saying goes. Think about it.
The two arrived at the company. Zhong Tingyue gave him a wink and then went inside, while Chu Fang dawdled as he clocked in.
"Something's not right." Jiang Wenzhen's gaze swept over the two of them. "Your relationship with Sister Zhong seems a bit off."
During this period, they went to work together and chatted and laughed at work, their relationship was not like that of ordinary colleagues.
Chu Fang answered honestly, “She wants to keep me as a sugar daddy.”
"Kept? You? Come on, don't you even look in the mirror and see what you look like?" Jiang Wenzhen said with disdain.
"I'm the most handsome one in your WeChat Moments."
"That's not the case now."
"fart!"
As she spoke, Jiang Wenzhen took out her phone to show Chu Fang the photos. The latter examined them carefully and then looked down on them with disdain: "Jiang Wenzhen, your aesthetic standards are getting lower and lower. You even like those thirteen or fourteen-year-old kids. Not only are you low-class, but you're also perverted."
The photos show her posing with several fashionable thirteen or fourteen-year-old boys, and Jiang Wenzhen is smiling from ear to ear.
“It’s better than an old bastard like you,” Jiang Wenzhen retorted.
"Twenty-one years old is 'old cured meat,' so what are you? Old, old, old, old... old cured meat."
When Chu Fang uttered the word "old," Jiang Wenzhen practically bit her back teeth off. As soon as he finished speaking, she bent her ten fingers, and several bright lights flashed on her manicured nails: "Nine Yin White Bone Claw~~~~"
Just as her fingernails were about to touch Chu Fang's body, she withdrew them and adopted a friendly posture: "Hello, Mr. Ming."
A middle-aged man walked in through the company entrance, carrying a black leather bag and dressed in a suit and tie, looking every bit the elite.
The middle-aged elite frowned slightly, clearly having witnessed the two arguing earlier, but said nothing and walked inside.
"Who is it?" Chu Fang asked, leaning against the front desk.
"The company's CEO," Jiang Wenzhen exhaled.
He nodded.
He had been with the company for two or three months, and this was the first time he had met the company's CEO, who usually disappeared without a trace.
"Be careful," Jiang Wenzhen reminded her.
"What's wrong?"
"Mr. Ming is usually not in the company, but every time he comes, it's never anything good."
"Alas~~~, Mr. Ming is a jinx."
As Ma Junjie entered the company, he overheard Chu Fang's comments. His lips twitched slightly, while Chu Fang saw Ma Junjie, gave an awkward smile, greeted him, and hurriedly went inside the company.
Ma Junjie walked to the design department, put his bag down at his workstation, glanced at Zhong Tingyue who was chatting with Chu Fang, a look of disappointment and helplessness on his face. He shook his head and then walked towards the boss's office.
He knocked and entered, raising an eyebrow.
The managers of the company's three major departments are all present; the matter to be discussed today must be quite significant.
He sat down, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.
Could that kid have been right? Is he really going to become a cursed lone star?
Mr. Ming spoke slowly and deliberately: "Given the unfavorable economic environment, the economic downturn, the end of the real estate industry, and the poor economic performance of our company, I have decided to lay off employees."
The group was somewhat surprised and exchanged glances. Before they could answer, President Ming said in an unquestionable tone, "Go back and prepare a list of layoffs, and submit it to me within a month."
After saying that, he waved his hand, signaling the others to leave. Ma Junjie walked to the back, and as he closed the door, he turned back and said, "President Ming..."
"Alright, stop talking. This is the only way I can do it." As if he knew what he was going to say, President Ming interrupted him directly. "Your design department needs to focus on the issue of layoffs. With the emergence of ChatGPT, the design department does not need so many people, and many of them need to be laid off."
"Some employees who are not contributing to the company's profits have no reason to stay. By the way, what is the basic salary for those new employees?"
"two thousand."
"Don't lay them off," Mr. Ming instructed.
The four new employees only earn 8,000 yuan a month, which is not much of an expense. It's better to keep them, as they can also help the company build a good reputation.
As for long-term employees who are no longer of any use to the company, or even have a negative impact, they should all be dismissed.
“... ..."
With the departure of the three managers, news of layoffs instantly filled the entire company, affecting all employees.
The entire company tensed up instantly, as if a dark cloud was hanging over everyone.
The economy is bad right now. If you get laid off, finding another job will be incredibly difficult, with so many obstacles and people to contend with.
The previously relaxed employees suddenly became tense.
Chu Fang lay listlessly on the table. His colleagues, who used to chat with him, were busy working, leaving him all alone and incredibly bored.
He glanced at the chubby boy Cai Guan next door, whose face showed obvious tension, and said, "Relax, relax, you won't be laid off. The company might as well keep you on their paycheck. Companies even get tax breaks when they hire recent college graduates. You think that cursed lone star didn't have something to hide?"
"Brother Chu, really?" Cai Guan turned around and asked.
"Nonsense!" He rolled his eyes. "You're only making two thousand yuan a month. If anyone's going to fire someone, it'll be you firing them, not the other way around. You're in control."
At this point, he nodded to Ma Junjie behind the chubby boy and asked, "Minister, am I right?"
Ma Junjie had to admit that Chu Fang was a very self-centered person with strong interpersonal skills, good at chatting with people, and his design ability was above average in the company.
If you can get rid of your lazy habits, you will definitely grow to a high level.
Many pieces of information become clear with just a little thought, demonstrating a strong responsiveness.
“There’s no harm in working more,” he replied.
This statement also confirms Chu Fang's guess.
...
With the year-end approaching, this stupid class can't go on for even a day longer.
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