The Alliance for Legal Illiteracy was established.
Chai Wenrong collapsed on the bed, looking extremely unhealthy.
The curtains were all drawn during the day, and the main lights weren't turned on, so it was pitch black. I lay there doing nothing.
This makes him feel safe; as soon as he steps out into the bright world, he'll think about how someone stole his eight million.
Things could get even worse.
Chai Wenrong has been clever since childhood, but according to his teachers' comments, he is not a great sage, but rather a little clever.
If he hadn't abandoned his family and hadn't verbally abused his boss at work, things might not be so bad now. If he still had that lottery ticket, things wouldn't be like this...
Chai Wenrong stopped her in time.
It's so painful to regret something you can't let go of.
He rolled over, trying to convince himself with his brain, but emotionally he couldn't control himself.
Chai Wenrong now lives in his own home. His ex-wife has moved out, and it's just him and his mother living there.
His mother is really a chatterbox. All day long, she's either nagging about why he doesn't go to work or asking him why he's suddenly so determined to get a divorce.
Chai's mother had no idea that her son might have suffered a major setback in his life. She was scrolling through her phone outside the room when she suddenly rushed over and knocked on the door: "Hey, son, I saw you online. This is you, isn't it? The voice and clothes are yours."
Chai Wenrong glanced at it in a daze, intending to brush it off and continue immersing himself in the pain of "losing eight million," but just that casual glance made him instantly freeze.
Isn't this the hotel incident?
Who the hell posted this online?!
Although his face was blurred, anyone familiar with him could recognize him after a few glances. Chai Wenrong then looked at the news headline—something about a man suspected of having a mental illness—and realized he was likely at a level where pinching his philtrum was necessary to regain consciousness.
However, his mother's next words plunged Chai Wenrong into despair: "This says you won the lottery but lost it?"
Chai Wenrong was stunned, but thankfully he still managed to stay rational and didn't give himself away. He quickly denied it, saying, "If I won the lottery, would I lose it?"
Did this make it known across the internet that he won ten million but lost the lottery ticket? He took the phone and, pretending not to care, frantically scrolled through the comments section and related videos.
"You won ten million and lost the lottery ticket? I can understand, bro. If you didn't go crazy, how could you survive?"
"Hahahaha, I'm just gloating a little. Everyone, feel free to laugh. I'll take the credit for it!"
After watching just two or three videos, Chai Wenrong already had a premonition of the extent of his social demise for a long time to come.
Life is just like this, might as well end it all sooner rather than later...
But mothers know their sons better than anyone else.
Although he was completely unreliable in serious situations, he was quite adept at criticizing afterward. When Chai's mother saw her son's reaction, she had a sudden inspiration and instantly felt the same way. She was heartbroken and immediately started beating the brat.
"That's ten million! How could you be so stupid as to lose that!"
Chai Wenrong: ...
He should have died the moment he lost the lottery ticket, instead of continuing to embarrass himself.
Bao De came to visit Xiao Tianqi.
The two hadn't been in contact for a while since the incident, so their reunion was somewhat awkward.
Xiao Tianqi wanted to contact Bao De, but he couldn't. The moment he lost the case, besides wanting to kill Tang Yue, he wanted to beat up Bao De even more.
If it weren't for this guy! If it weren't for this guy's terrible idea, if it weren't for this guy fanning the flames, if it weren't for this guy's paid trolls!
Could a CEO like him really have fallen to this state?!
Bao De may also have felt somewhat guilty.
I don't know why I came here today.
"Don't be angry, don't be angry, calm down. It's been over a month since this happened, and you're still holding onto it?" Bao De chuckled awkwardly.
Xiao Tianqi was speechless. So it's not you who's going to be in the detention center, and it's not you who's going to have a criminal record?
He didn't respond, just watched how Bao De would save face for himself.
"I didn't know it would turn out like this, Mr. Xiao. I'm innocent too."
"We were doing very well at first, weren't we? In the end, when you look back, didn't you realize that it was all because your employees didn't listen to you that things took a turn for the worse?"
"Otherwise, what trouble could such a little girl possibly cause?"
"In my opinion, we've just had some bad luck. It's just that the national policy has come down on us."
"I had just worked with Wu Jing a week before I recommended him to you, and nothing happened."
“That’s precisely why I dared to push it onto you,” Bao De emphasized. “We’ve been friends for so many years, would I do this to harm you?”
Xiao Tianqi isn't stupid; anyone can shirk responsibility.
However, he was curious to see what kind of nonsense Bao De could come up with.
So he maintained a good listening attitude.
"Sigh, it really was just bad luck, maybe it was something like that..." Bao De mentioned some feudal superstitions, things that couldn't be discussed in detail in Jinjiang.
Many of those who went into business in their generation believed in this to some extent.
"After you come out, you need to get rid of the bad luck. In my opinion, you still need to..."
Xiao Tianqi stroked his chin, agreeing with Bao De's statement.
I did memorize some of it.
The company was managed so well before, so why did it suddenly go through a series of crises during that period? Perhaps it was just bad luck, but he would never trust someone who was so indirectly afraid again.
At the crucial moment, Xiao Tianqi's mind once again prevailed.
"Actually, I came to see you today for one thing."
“You’re out of touch with the outside world here and don’t know much about what’s going on. You probably don’t even know what that ‘Survival Diary of Contemporary Workers’ program is all about.”
"What is it?" Since Xiao Wei hadn't told him, Xiao Tianqi was happy to answer.
"They set up a labor law popularization and mutual assistance forum called something like 'Streetlight.' Let me tell you the full name, and you'll probably understand how terrible this is. It's called 'Shared Legal Aid Program.'"
Xiao Tianqi nodded, without any further reaction.
Bao De was somewhat surprised, but quickly composed himself and continued, "That's one thing, but I wonder which fool donated 8 million yuan to it."
"Encourage those employees to go to labor arbitration with their own company."
"What is this? The beginning of a bad trend!"
"Let me tell you, I'm not the only one who thinks this way. Who wants their employees to be unruly and causing trouble every day? How can the company develop? How can it produce anything?"
Xiao Tianqi agreed with this statement.
"So, we've decided to take some concrete action, to control the current situation where people are being driven to madness by online emotions."
Bao De felt that his speech was very well done, as it both pointed out the advantages and disadvantages and stirred up emotions.
But when he looked at Xiao Tianqi's expression again, the other party still didn't react.
strangeness?
Has he really developed a brain while in prison? Or is he just indifferent to things that don't concern him?
Xiao Tianqi's thinking was actually very simple: he was no longer involved in the company, so wouldn't it be better to enjoy his retirement? Why worry about this and that all the time? Didn't he worry enough when he was young?
Thinking about this, he didn't even bother to ask, "What do you want to do?"
Bao Deqi was puzzled: "You, Xiao Tianqi, where has your spirit gone? How did it get corrupted?"
You weren't like this before.
Xiao Tianqi didn't back down and bluntly stated, "I'm not going to get involved in these things anymore. I'm just thinking that when I get out, I'll take my wife and travel all over the country. Why make things so hard for myself?"
"Don't try to persuade me here. I don't intend to get involved in your affairs."
"As for the company, I'll leave everything to Weiwei. If you want to discuss business cooperation, just go to her."
"I don't believe you that my company is also in turmoil. Although Weiwei's management philosophy is completely different from mine, like father, like daughter, she is very reliable."
Bao De was dumbfounded by these words. He didn't know who used to talk about "wolf culture" and look up to outstanding entrepreneurs.
Bohu was able to grow so big not only because Xiao Tianqi was good at exploiting his employees and he himself did have some ability, but also because he was the most cunning among his peers.
No matter what it is, if others do seven parts, he will do his best to do ten.
"No, you can really relax. You have such a big company, which you built up yourself."
“Weiwei is managing things quite well, isn’t she? What’s there to worry about?” Xiao Tianqi retorted. “Besides, we Chinese people are used to passing down our businesses from father to son. It was going to be given to her sooner or later. I just had to do it a little earlier because of some unexpected events.”
This really left Bao De speechless, successfully breaking his defenses. What? Was he going to talk about his good-for-nothing son now? His face visibly darkened.
Bao De's son is good for nothing, and spends his days eating, drinking, having fun, and going to bars.
She is worlds apart from Xiao Wei.
Since that's the case, there's no point in saying more when we don't see eye to eye.
Bao De got up to take his leave.
Xiao Tianqi remained slacking off in the back, offering no farewells or anything. They all knew that this parting marked the end of their "plastic brotherhood."
He's getting old enough to retire early and enjoy life.
These young people these days are terrifying; Xiao Tianqi couldn't be bothered to fight them. He'd rather focus on maintaining his health and outlive them.
Looking at the working environment of young people today, this is indeed possible.
Xiao Tianqi came up with a hilarious joke and walked back to her "cozy" little home while laughing.
As soon as Bao De was released from the detention center, he sent a message on his mobile phone.
This is a group chat called "Successful Entrepreneurs Exchange and Learning Group," which is mostly comprised of private business owners who manage one or more small companies and share similar views with him.
Previously, we mainly exchanged experiences in company management and development.
Of course, there are also groups like Tang Yue mentioned, where people band together and refuse to hire substandard employees.
Right now, the focus is mainly on "The Survival Diary of Contemporary Migrant Workers" and the "Shared Legal Aid Program".
The wind has picked up; all we can do now is control its force and prevent it from blowing erratically.
If I were to actually file for labor arbitration against each of my company's employees, it would be something no one could handle.
No, that's a misuse of the word.
An ordinary person could definitely withstand it; an ordinary person wouldn't be in this situation. But a profit-driven, unscrupulous businessman will feel like he's losing out if he doesn't make money into his own pocket.
That's definitely not going to hold up.
Actually, none of the people in this group paid much attention to this observational variety show called "The Survival Diary of Contemporary Working People" at first.
Some even agreed to the submission of materials.
Because at first glance it didn't seem threatening at all.
Who knew they'd suddenly launch some kind of "Shared Legal Aid Program"?! You're a variety show producer, suddenly trying to popularize law? Isn't that just wildly tangential?!
The online self-media bloggers usually teach about the same things, but the information is fragmented and hasn't formed a trend.
It's nothing like it is now.
To be honest, if Bao De knew that, in detail, he was also involved in the whole affair, he would probably travel back in time and strangle himself.
Fortunately, he never blamed himself.
That person who donated 8 million is absolutely a traitor to their social class.
Are we just going to let these bad employees leech off us? What boss can endure that?
Money isn't easy to earn, and company profits don't come for free.
In recent days, the person who donated 8 million has been ridiculed hundreds of times in the group.
This is what it means to have your livelihood threatened like a murderer's parents!
Small and medium-sized enterprises and private enterprises are so fragile, how can they withstand such reckless actions by their employees?
Bao De is doing alright; he's usually good at putting on a show. The other two unfortunate guys in this group have already been subject to labor arbitration twice this month.
It was only after emergency measures to mitigate the losses that things stopped; otherwise, it would probably have faced arbitration many more times.
Xiao Tianqi and Xiao Wei have been excluded from this group chat. Now they need to do something to forcibly interrupt the "Shared Legal Aid Program" and "The Survival Diary of Contemporary Migrant Workers".
Bao De believed he was adept at manipulating online public opinion.
He quickly came up with a strategy with his friends in the group, and today, April 18, the Anti-French Alliance was officially established.
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Chai Wenrong, "The Whole World Knows I Lost Ten Million"
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Baudelaire's "Anti-French League Declared Established"
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