Jiang's ideal employee
After the Black Cat incident came to an end.
Since they hadn't figured out anything yet, after treating the Earl to good food and drinks, they also gave him a few catnip plants in his small bundle.
Since they weren't implicated in any consumer safety incidents, the CEOs were able to relax for a while, but...
Their lives seemed to have undergone some immeasurable and enormous changes, which still made them somewhat uneasy. Even though they no longer had bizarre dreams at night, their sleep quality was still not very good.
Sure enough, someone found an excuse to arrange for them to meet again. It was Xiang Ji, the same person who appeared at He Feiang's house last time and talked to everyone about the theory of spiritual energy revival.
"How have you been lately?" It's customary to exchange polite greetings when you meet.
In the past, polite inquiries were usually about the company's current situation, but now people spontaneously assume that this question is asking if you're sleeping well.
"You know what, I've definitely felt much better since last time. I feel completely relaxed and comfortable now."
He Feiang chimed in, glancing around with a hint of probing in his eyes: "Yes, I've had more free time to help others lately. Before, I was only focused on my work and didn't care about anything else."
The person sitting next to him slapped his thigh and said, "You're right. Helping others does indeed effectively boost one's sense of accomplishment. I even helped an old lady cross the street this morning."
"Brother Li is so righteous, Brother Li is so righteous."
The moment the topic of helping others came up, everyone seemed to open up. They started chatting animatedly, sharing details of their recent good deeds.
Then their eyes met again in the air, and it seemed that they both understood something.
So that's how it is...
Oh, I see!
Xiang Ji coughed lightly, took out a folder from his briefcase, and handed it out one by one: "Everyone, I set up a charitable foundation a couple of days ago, and I hope you will all support it."
When you open this folder, you see the huge name of the foundation – Merit Charity Foundation.
The people who received the folder looked at each other in bewilderment, and then echoed each other's opinions.
"This should definitely be done, definitely."
The capitalists, who usually avoid talking about charity, suddenly seemed to have changed their tune today, becoming very sincere and eager to ask about the details.
"What area will it be for?", "How much is the initial investment?", "How will the use of these funds be determined?", and "The regulatory aspects must be thoroughly improved."
Xiang Ji patiently answered each question: "Donating to children with serious illnesses, seeing those flowers of our motherland tormented by illness, makes my heart ache."
"I just hope to do my bit to give these families a little hope, and it would also be a way for me to accumulate some merit."
The listener astutely grasped the key words and immediately followed up.
“President Xiang is kind-hearted. I’ll go along with this. I’ll have my secretary transfer one million from the company account later as a token of my appreciation!” He Fei’ang waved his hand, his eyes filled with tears.
"I didn't know before that entrepreneurs should have a sense of social responsibility. Now that I know, it's good to avoid some detours. My abilities are limited, so I'll only contribute 500,000 yuan. I hope you'll forgive my ignorance."
This scene is particularly outrageous.
At the roundtable meeting, everyone seemed to be bathed in a sacred golden light, as if laying down their weapons would instantly transform them into Buddhas. The exchange of gifts wasn't about millions, but rather a simple exchange of toasts.
The faces of capitalists, which usually appear ordinary or even ugly in certain situations, suddenly become kind and benevolent.
However, only they themselves know the truth...
If you didn't have a system installed in your head, who would be willing to throw away their hard-earned money like that?
The system even had a name.
It's called the "Real-time Merit Monitoring System," and it truly lives up to its name as a real-time merit monitoring system.
Indeed, it only has one detection function, reminding the host of the data fluctuations that will occur when making different choices.
I've seen plenty of protagonists in novels with systems in their brains, but it feels strange when it actually happens to me... Every now and then, the sound of a wooden fish taps in my head.
It also features 4D stereo echo.
The sound of the wooden fish being struck seemed to be a stern warning to my very soul.
Once you do something bad, you'll hear "merit reduced by one," "merit reduced by one," and the feeling of guilt will be incredibly strong.
From now on, I will never dare to say anything carelessly online like, "Everyone can laugh as they please, and I'll keep the good karma from you."
The numerical design of this system also has some problems: doing bad things will result in a huge deduction of merit points; while good deeds will result in very slow accumulation of merit points. It must require the host to give full play to their subjective initiative and strive to become a good person in the worldly sense.
That's why everyone's been so eager to help others lately. They're doing whatever they can to help, and they're just trying to be good people. They've really run out of good deeds to do, so they've had no choice but to give away money.
If one's merits are reduced to zero, I really don't know what will happen.
No one dared to be the first to try something new, because everyone was taught from childhood that "good people are rewarded and bad people are punished."
Now that the latter has been fully visualized, who would dare to do it?
This kind of thing cannot be explained by science.
You still need to be careful.
Especially when it comes to things that involve a whole system in your mind, can you just talk nonsense about them?
That polite conversation was just a way of getting information out of each other. With the help of rich facial expressions and hand gestures, plus some key hints, and since we were all people with similar experiences, we quickly came to understand each other.
However... even though they were both in the same boat, they dared not communicate with each other.
The system's rules of conduct clearly state that the existence of this system must not be disclosed to anyone in any form; otherwise, it will be eliminated.
To erase, in Chinese, means to completely cancel.
What does it mean for a novel to become reality? (Tactical lean back)
Xiang Ji, a scholar with extensive knowledge of online literature, simply couldn't understand why he couldn't be the protagonist system, but instead a system that saves all living beings.
Looking back over the years, it's not that he hasn't done anything wrong, but he certainly doesn't deserve to be compared to all of you here today.
Is this reasonable?
The system's owners have also figured out how to better get along with the system during this time.
For example, if your merit points are too low, you'll encounter ghosts... Everyone has experienced this, and we're all in the same boat.
Therefore, you must keep your merit points within a reasonable range; in other words, you must do things that only a human being would do.
It seems this system isn't going away anytime soon, and if you don't want to die a violent death, you'll just have to go along with it. Currently, aside from encountering ghosts and being forced to be a good person, there don't seem to be any other side effects.
But a Damocles' sword always hangs over his head...
It's hard to even stop thinking about it; it's still those things I mentioned before... the notification sounds of numerical fluctuations that I think about from time to time.
After a heated discussion about the establishment of the Merit Charity Foundation, the high-ranking executives fell into a brief but long silence.
Being a person is really hard, really.
These are all very sincere thoughts.
This so-called "real-time merit monitoring system" was naturally Jiang Chuan's creation.
As for Xiang Ji, who seemed completely innocent.
—This cannot be blamed on Xiang Ji, nor on Jiang Chuan. To be fair, Xiang Ji's character is indeed not worthy of being "tested for merit," but birds of a feather flock together, and Jiang Chuan casually added that label to his list.
The methods used to achieve the KPIs were so varied that even the Earl was dumbfounded: "You can do that? You can do that?!"
It turns out that the earlier dream links that created GDP and the contracted magical creatures that helped with work were all laying the groundwork for the fear of existence, making those bosses believe in the saying "better safe than sorry."
With reverence in one's heart, one will naturally be more careful in doing things.
Although it may be suspected of spreading feudal superstition, it may not be a bad thing for the vast Central Plains with its huge population.
Moreover, Jiang Chuan imposed restrictions: hosts are strictly forbidden from revealing the existence of the system to anyone or in any way. This is the extent of their feudal superstition.
Since the villains themselves have no moral compass, Jiang Chuan's idea was simple: if they don't, then let one of them be included.
"You're really quick-witted; you actually thought of connecting the code on the reality side with the magic circuits on the magic side." The count's excitement was palpable.
Technology and magic have merged; this is truly cyberpunk cultivation!
"It just so happens that the two have similarities." Jiang Chuan also liked his idea. He was about to say something when someone contacted him.
The visitor was the head of the programmer team responsible for developing the real-time merit monitoring system. He had been exchanging ideas with Jiang Chuan quite a bit during this period because of the program development.
An E-person who loves communicating by phone and even video call, and an I-person who would never speak if they could just send a text message...
In the end, Jiang Chuan compromised.
The system is now officially operational, and today's call is for the final handover of the work.
"President Jiang, do you Chinese people not believe in religion, but do you believe in the existence of merit?" As soon as the handover was completed, Alex, who knew Jiang Chuan's character well, immediately asked.
He was really curious about how that distant and ancient Eastern country managed to perfectly blend the two concepts of "not believing in religion" and "believing in merit."
Jiang Chuan appeared somewhat indifferent to the questions posed by the person in charge.
Of course, one of the most likely reasons for his indifference is that Alex is a chatterbox.
If Jiang Chuan says one sentence, he can go on and on for ten.
This kind of sin should really not be borne by someone with social anxiety.
Alex could only shrug, indicating that he was keeping his mouth shut: "Alright, I guess I just don't understand you Chinese. I won't ask anymore. If you have any further needs in the future, feel free to come to me anytime for updates and iterations. I wish you success with your project."
"It's a pleasure to work with you."
This time, Jiang Chuan was no longer stingy with words and nodded as well: "It's a pleasure to cooperate." He was about to hang up when Alex suddenly leaned close to the camera and sighed softly.
"No, I mean, any need is fine, dear Mr. Jiang, your voice is really nice, especially when you speak English."
"What I mean is, if you don't already have a romantic partner, why not consider me? I'm willing to be the bottom for love."
Jiang Chuan felt as if he'd been struck by lightning, regretting that he'd hung up the phone too late. He shouldn't have been so socially polite in adhering to his principle of not interrupting others.
The count, still very excited, pressed on, "What does 'being a bottom for love' mean? What is that? Is he confessing his love to you?"
Jiang Chuan freed one hand to press down the Earl's fidgeting cat head, his face dark and his voice stern: "Shut up." With his other hand, he decisively blocked the overly open and enthusiastic person in charge.
Next time, we need to find a more introverted programmer.
A bad pen is worse than a good memory, so Jiang Chuan quickly opened his memo app to write down this new life principle, just as he received a message from Song Zhiming.
[Song Zhiming: President Jiang, the arrangements for the annual meeting have been completed. Please take a look.] This is followed by a well-organized Word document.
This is what an outstanding employee should look like in President Jiang's mind.
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