Chapter 183 Collateral Damage
Zhang Mo has a WeChat group called "Everyone is responsible for protecting the company".
Inside were the five human employees, plus Zhang Mo herself, a total of six people. They were all currently inside this seven-seater van.
The key point is the word "person" in the title, which is to remind that this WeChat group contains 100% "persons" to prevent her from accidentally sending it to the wrong person.
Zhang Mo shared the news she had just read in the group.
When I clicked on it, I saw that the news article also contained photos.
A group of people, dressed in mourning clothes and with sorrowful expressions, held a portrait that was completely covered by a mosaic in their hands, as if they were telling a story of a great injustice.
Behind them, a long banner fluttered in the wind, with the words "Shanhai Live drove its employees to their deaths due to unpaid wages" glaringly obvious.
Judging from the background, it should be the main entrance of some government agency.
Xu Wen was the first to speak up: "Does our company drive its employees to suicide?"
Li Wei joined in the fun, asking, "Does our company have other employees?"
Zhou Yue examined the photo closely: "It's blurred out, so I can't tell who it is."
Chen Feng was filled with righteous indignation: "Slander! This is clearly slander!"
Zhang Yiming, who was driving, didn't have a hand to look at his phone, but his thoughtful sister had already read the news to him. He sighed, "Sigh, our CEO Zhang really does attract a lot of trouble when he's famous."
Suddenly, as if she had just remembered something, Li Wei asked, "I remember now, don't we have another male employee?"
Zhang Mo: "?"
Li Wei tugged at Zhou Yue beside her, gesturing with her hands to try and get her to remember: "It's that really handsome guy from when we were recording the show! In Sanya!"
Zhou Yue was taken aback for a moment, then her eyes lit up: "Oh, I remember now. When we were recording 'Heartbeat Echo,' there was a handsome young man in a white shirt and black trousers, with almond-shaped eyes. He said he was from our company." (See Chapter 107 for details)
"That's strange. Why haven't I seen him since? Isn't he from our company?" Li Wei asked, puzzled.
Zhou Yue: "Really? I almost forgot. Mr. Zhang, which department does he work for?"
Xu Wen: "There are no new people in my Ministry of Commerce."
Zhang Yiming: "The planning department doesn't have it either."
Chen Feng: "Besides the business department, planning department, and technology department, does our company have any other departments?"
Zhang Mo: "......"
Hearing that, she remembered it too.
They were referring to Jiu Xuan's initial appearance as a handsome man, during which she even tried to seduce them with her looks...
At this moment, the little fox was dozing off beside her legs, its furry body rising and falling gently with its breath, its ears twitching occasionally, as if all of this had nothing to do with her.
Zhang Mo cleared her throat: "Ahem, he was just an intern who worked one day and then left. Don't worry about him. And I'm sure it wasn't him who died."
Everyone: "Okay." If the boss says it's not him, then it definitely isn't him.
Zhang Mo clicked his tongue and leaned back: "Sigh, I'll look up some other information. You three are in charge of investigating this matter."
She was in charge of investigating Mr. Yu's dirty laundry, while the matter of the dead man was left to the three programmers.
What was that saying?
If you can't lead a team, you'll just work yourself to death.
Zhang Mo has made up her mind. She will delegate as many tasks as possible from now on. Her health has finally improved a little, and she doesn't want to overwork herself anymore.
The three of them: "Okay!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang Mo's phone rang. The caller was Yan Shuyi.
This is strange, because under normal circumstances, Yan Shuyi would only report the project progress to her via WeChat every Monday, and would almost never call her on his own initiative.
As soon as the call connected, Yan Shuyi blurted out, "President Zhang, I don't know if you've seen the trending topics, but I really need to apologize for this..."
At this point, Zhang Mo understood most of it: "So, it's because one of your company's employees has passed away."
The other employees quickly listened intently: What melon? What melon?
Yan Shuyi's voice sounded somewhat gloomy: "This happened half a month ago. I don't know why it suddenly became a trending topic today and even affected your company. I am really sorry."
Zhang Mo: "Has this employee been in charge of our company's projects?"
Yan Shuyi: "Yes, I was responsible for drawing up the blueprints for the live streaming base..."
Legally speaking, Zhang Mo's company and Yan Shuyi's company have a contract for work relationship. As the employer, Yan Shuyi's company is responsible for the injuries or deaths of its employees at work, while Zhang Mo's company bears no responsibility.
So, no matter how that employee died, it had nothing to do with Zhang Mo.
Of course, some easily fooled netizens don't think that way. They just think that since the person died while working on your project, you should be responsible!
It's unscrupulous capitalists who drive poor, working-class people to their deaths!
Mr. Yu is indeed a veteran of the internet industry; he knows this area inside and out.
It's quite impressive that he was able to uncover this matter so quickly.
Zhang Mo: "I understand. Tell me, how do people die?"
Yan Shuyi sighed: "She's a young woman in her early twenties who came to work at our company right after graduation and has been here for over two years."
Two weeks ago, he committed suicide by cutting his wrists in the staff dormitory...
Yan Shuyi still can't forget the scene she saw when she opened the door that day. A life that was so vibrant just the day before was now lying quietly on the desk, blood flowing all over the floor...
Zhang Mo frowned slightly.
So young? Suicide?
Dong Chenle interned at Yan Shuyi's company. She had mentioned to Zhang Mo that Yan Shuyi's company had a particularly good atmosphere, harmonious and friendly.
The job is from nine to five, with virtually no overtime. Even when there's a rush to meet deadlines, the staff is provided with good food and drinks, taxi fares are reimbursed promptly, and overtime pay is paid in full.
Zhang Mo herself had worked before, and such an environment was already considered very good in China.
It doesn't seem like the kind of thing that would drive an employee to suicide.
"The day after the person passed away, I gave 80,000 yuan out of humanitarian considerations, and their family agreed at the time."
"But a few days later she suddenly regretted it and wanted another 200,000. She's already come to make trouble several times. This morning she called me and asked for 1 million..." When Yan Shuyi said this, there was no anger in her tone, but rather a deep regret. You could tell that she was truly saddened by the death of the girl.
Yan Shuyi's husband, Cheng Hu, weakly interjected, "I said at the time that this kind of family is very troublesome, and we should have just given them an extra 200,000 yuan to settle things."
It's better than implicating our clients now. If Zhang Mo really ends their cooperation because of this, the loss will be much more than just 200,000 yuan.
Yan Shuyi's voice suddenly rose: "I told you, don't even think about it! I feel disgusted just looking at her parents! They want me to give them more money! Don't even think about it!"
"We shouldn't have given them that 80,000 in the first place!"
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