General Manager Xu knew that Wang Jian's words were exaggerated, but it was undeniable that Lao Zhang from the business department bore an unshirkable responsibility.
But thinking of the VIPs in the office, Mr. Xu knew that now was not the time to resolve this matter.
He suppressed his anger and said to everyone, "Go back first. I will demand an explanation for this matter later."
Manager Zhang from the business department breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he wasn't publicly punished, there was still room for maneuver.
He had to hurry back to his brother-in-law to find a way to put out the fire, otherwise that song alone would have made him suffer greatly.
It's not his fault!
The company submits hundreds, if not thousands, of songs every year. How could he know which one would become a hit?
He glared at Wang Jian angrily. It was this kid who revealed it. If he hadn't said anything, who would have known?
Just watch!
He'll make up with him after this is all over.
Wang Jian was somewhat disappointed. What was the point of working for such a company? They couldn't even offer the most basic verbal suspension. He lowered his head dejectedly.
He just said he would report it to the police, but that was just to scare Old Zhang. He has no other evidence, no surveillance footage, and even if he reports it to the police, no one will care.
Old Zhang is fine now, but he'll be the one suffering in the future.
"President Xu!" Wang Jian raised his voice again.
Mr. Xu was getting impatient. He had already said he would deal with it later, so why was this kid so inconsiderate?
"you……"
Before Mr. Xu could speak, Wang Jian interjected, "Mr. Xu, thank you for your care over the past six months. I'd like to verbally inform you of my resignation now; I'll submit a formal resignation letter later."
After Wang Jian finished speaking, he turned around and went downstairs, leaving everyone looking at each other.
Mr. Xu's face turned pale and then red, and he stood there for a long time without moving.
Manager Zhang was already so frightened that his legs went weak. He trembled as he pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, cursing Wang Jian in his heart.
Mr. Xu has now started to reconsider this matter. Wang Jian is an outsider and can't cause much trouble, but he is a recent college graduate from the School of Media and Communication.
I was forced to leave their company after only six months of work. If word gets out, who would dare to apply for a job there? The media college is full of top university students in the country!
This has a terrible impact.
Mr. Xu looked up impatiently, saw Manager Zhang still hovering in front of him, and shouted at him, "Get out of here!"
Wang Jian returned to his workstation downstairs, ignoring the probing gazes of the crowd, and took out paper and pen to start writing his resignation letter.
"Brother, don't be impulsive! Jobs are hard to find these days, don't regret it later!" A colleague at the next workstation advised, who was also a classmate of Wang Jian's at the School of Media.
"I've made up my mind. If they don't want me here, there are plenty of other places that will. I refuse to believe I'll starve to death if I leave tomorrow," Wang Jian said resolutely.
Manager Zhang, who had just come downstairs, overheard this. His face darkened, and he said to Wang Jian, "You little bastard, do you think you can find another job after leaving Tomorrow? Let me tell you, unless you switch careers, I'll make sure you can't make it in Beijing's entertainment industry. Then you'll be slinking back home to farm!"
After saying that, he snorted and then swaggered away.
Wang Jian lowered his head, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. He knew that Lao Zhang's family had a lot of connections in the entertainment industry in Beijing, and that trying to blacklist a newcomer like him was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.
Was he really destined to slink back to his hometown and farm, just like he had suggested?
wrong!
There is one more person who can make him stay.
Wang Jian suddenly rushed out of the office, ignoring the shouts of the people behind him.
He needs to make a phone call; he needs a phone now.
In 1998, public telephones were ubiquitous in Beijing.
Wang Jian rushed to a phone booth two blocks away from the company, took out a phone card from his wallet, took a deep breath, and dialed the number.
Liu Zi was just about to head home when she received a call from Wang Jian. Hearing the urgency in his voice, she frowned slightly and said, "Let's arrange to meet somewhere to talk!"
Half an hour later, the two met at a small noodle shop.
"Would you like something to eat?" Liu Zi pointed to the menu on the wall.
Wang Jian shook his head, his expression full of dejection.
Liu Zi didn't insist, only asking the owner to bring them two bottles of soda.
After Wang Jian sat down, he didn't speak for a long time. Liu Zi didn't disturb him either, and just quietly drank her soda.
After a long while, a voice finally came from the other end: "Can you really pay me 1,500 yuan?"
Liu Zi nodded without the slightest hesitation.
"certainly!"
"Then I'll do it with you."
"Okay, I'll bring the contract over tomorrow for us to sign." Liu Zi thought for a moment. Although the studio wasn't registered yet, the employment contract was still essential.
"Aren't you going to ask me why?" Wang Jian hesitated for a moment before asking. Before coming, he had already considered that the other party might reduce his salary, but as long as it wasn't too much, he could accept it.
"You're an adult, you should be able to make your own judgments. All I need to know is that you're willing to work with me." Liu Zi shook her head. She didn't want to know; it was always the same few reasons.
"My studio isn't registered yet, and I haven't rented an office space. You'll have to take over these tasks gradually after you arrive."
Wang Jian was stunned for a moment, and there was nothing there?
"I've been quite busy lately, renovating my house. You need to get moving quickly; I'm getting too many requests for songs and manuscripts right now. You'll need to be prepared to act as my manager in the future."
Wang Jian understood. He was doing multiple jobs at once, no wonder he was paid such a high salary. He suddenly felt a little regretful.
"The studio is just in its early stages. I plan to open a media company in the future, and you'll be a founding employee with unlimited potential," Liu Zi reassured Wang Jian.
Wang Jian gritted his teeth, thought for a moment, and then did it!
The next day, the two met at a law firm to sign an employment contract. Afterwards, Wang Jian was still somewhat dazed.
He just quit his job yesterday and started working again today?
It's still an unregistered, three-nothing studio—no registration, no employees, and no work address.
"This is for you. Go to the telecom company to get a number as soon as possible. You'll receive a communication subsidy of 100 yuan per month. If you get busy, you can apply for another one." Liu Zi handed Wang Jian a cell phone she had just bought that morning for their convenience in contacting each other.
"Is this a cell phone?" Wang Jian was a little surprised; it was the first time he had ever used one.
Seeing his expression, Liu Zi shook her head helplessly.
Since there was nothing else to do, I decided to take him directly to open an account.
The process with the telecom company is very simple: just hand over your ID card, and you'll have the SIM card in ten minutes.
Liu Zi directly topped up his phone with 100 yuan, which was Wang Jian's phone allowance for his first month at the company.
Liu Zi briefly taught him how to make and receive calls and send messages, and then left it to his own devices.
Boys are naturally curious about these things; let Wang Jian explore the rest of the functions himself!
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