Chapter 180 I Don’t Want the Year-End Bonus
Fu Group, in the top floor conference room.
Fu Linghe was wearing a well-tailored black suit and sitting in the main seat. He exuded a cold and majestic aura, and the silver cufflinks slightly exposed at his cuffs glowed coldly under the light.
His back was straight, his hands folded on the table, his long fingers with distinct joints, his fingertips tapping lightly on the table with the majesty of a superior.
There was a strong sense of oppression, and the entire conference hall was eerily quiet!
Manager Zhou, who had just finished his report, was still standing there waiting for the president to speak. Seeing that Fu Linghe was slow to speak, cold sweat began to appear on his forehead!
Being criticized directly is not scary. What is really scary is the process of waiting for the verdict, which is simply worse than death!
"Manager Zhou." When Fu Linghe didn't speak, he just gave off a sense of oppression. When he opened his mouth, he was about to send Manager Zhou away.
"I remember your department's performance was the worst last quarter. I thought you'd see some improvement this quarter, but you're still at the bottom as usual!"
Fu Linghe's voice was deep and magnetic, neither hurried nor slow, as if he was describing today's weather, but Manager Zhou was already shaking like a sieve.
Fu Linghe's voice was still calm, but it carried a biting chill, and every word he said could accurately touch people's hearts.
He raised his eyes slightly, his gaze piercing Manager Zhou like a knife, a sneer curling up at the corner of his mouth. "Your department's performance is truly eye-opening. Last quarter, we were at the bottom, and this quarter, we're still firmly in last place. It seems you have a very thorough understanding of the word 'stable'."
Manager Zhou's face turned pale instantly, his lips trembled, but he didn't dare to make a sound.
Fu Linghe's fingers were still tapping lightly on the table, the rhythm was slow but it seemed to touch the hearts of everyone present.
He paused, his tone growing colder. "The Fu Group doesn't support idlers, let alone useless people. If your department can't even achieve the most basic performance goals, then I think your existence is unnecessary."
The atmosphere in the conference room instantly dropped to freezing point, and everyone held their breath, fearing that they would be the next person to be operated on.
Fu Linghe's gaze swept across the crowd, finally landing on Manager Zhou. A hint of sarcasm lingered in his tone, "Manager Zhou, tell me, should I give your department the 'Best Degression Award'? After all, being at the bottom for two consecutive quarters does require real strength."
Manager Zhou's forehead was covered in cold sweat, his legs were trembling slightly, and he could barely stand. "President, it's my fault for mismanagement. I'll review it when I get down."
Fu Linghe didn't seem to be planning to let him go. His tone suddenly changed, with a hint of joking, "Oh, really? You said the same thing last time. Aren't you still at the bottom this time as usual?"
Manager Zhou looked at Fu Linghe who was pressing on step by step, and had no room for rebuttal.
Fu Linghe withdrew his gaze from him and looked at the people in the conference room. His voice was as cold as ice. "I haven't been in the company recently. Everyone has been very busy."
When the senior executives heard this, their hearts skipped a beat and they all lowered their heads.
After all, they couldn't escape the president's anger!
"I wonder if the company's year-end bonus doesn't excite you?"
Fu Linghe had a smile on his face, but the smile did not reach his eyes!
"Since no one is interested, I don't mind donating it to a Hope Primary School in the mountains in your name."
The atmosphere in the conference room had dropped to freezing point, and everyone lowered their heads and silently accepted the scolding.
"There's less than two weeks left until the Fu Group's annual meeting. Whether you want to take your year-end bonus home or donate it to charity depends entirely on your performance."
Fu Linghe's bony hands carelessly rubbed the silver cufflinks. "The meeting is adjourned. Do as you please!"
He stood up, his slender figure cast a cold silhouette under the light, and the silver cufflinks on his cuffs flashed coldly under the light.
The atmosphere in the conference room eased slightly only after his figure completely disappeared outside the door.
Manager Zhou's legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground. Several senior executives nearby quickly supported him, "Manager Zhou, you have to work hard for our year-end bonus!"
Manager Zhou wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face still pale, his voice trembling. "This time it's really... Sigh, I'll go back and try my best not to hold everyone back."
The Fu Group's year-end bonus is no small feat; even the lowest bonus is enough for an average person to work hard for 30 years!
What luxury cars and mansions are all sprinkled with water!
No one wants to let go of this duck that is about to be caught, even if it means staying awake for the next half month!
On the other side, the president's office.
Fu Linghe casually took off his suit jacket and hung it on the back of the chair. His slender fingers loosened his tie, revealing a cold white neck.
Before he even had time to sit down, he couldn't wait to pick up his phone.
But there is not a single message on WeChat!
Fu Linghe comforted himself that the WeChat message might not be displayed, and he opened the chat interface between the two without giving up.
I'm so disappointed this time, there's really no news!
His dear one can’t be sleeping still and not waking up yet!
No, it’s been 5 hours, I’m not going to feel dizzy!!!
The more Fu Linghe thought about it, the more anxious he became. He quickly sent a message to Yun Zheng, "Are you still awake? Zheng Zheng."
His message was sent successfully, and the screen showed that the other party was typing.
Fu Linghe's heart finally settled down.
Yun Zheng replied immediately: [I woke up a long time ago and was playing with my phone.]
Yun Zheng: [I didn't send you a message because I didn't want to disturb you at work.]
Yun Zheng: [When will you come back?]
Fu Linghe saw Yun Zheng's reply, and his stern features finally softened a bit, and a gentle smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth. [Just finished the meeting, going home right away.]
His slender fingers tapped quickly on the screen and replied: [Be good and wait for me at home. I'll be there in half an hour.]
After sending the message, he put his phone back into his pocket, picked up the suit jacket hanging on the back of the chair, and put it on with neat movements.
The silver cufflinks on his cuffs shone coldly under the light, reflecting his stern face, but they couldn't hide the gentleness in his eyes.
He walked out of the office quickly, and Assistant Qi came towards him with a document in his hand. "President, this is what you wanted..."
"We'll see tomorrow." Fu Linghe interrupted him. Although his tone was calm, it was filled with undisguised impatience. "I have something to do now."
Someone is busy going home to spend time with his wife, so how can he have time to look at documents?
Besides, his workload today is already heavy enough, he can't add any more work to this shift!
Assistant Qi was stunned for a moment, then reacted and nodded quickly, "Okay, President."
The married president leaves work early and either goes home to spend time with his wife or spends time with her. Those who understand will understand!
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