Five o'clock in the afternoon.
The people in the company began to get up and pack up their things.
Xue Ping was stunned when he saw this.
"get off work?"
The employee carrying the briefcase nodded, "It's five o'clock, time to get off work."
That look seemed to ask bluntly, "Is there any problem?"
Xue Ping: “…”
If I remember correctly, they are a gaming company, right?
Look around, which game company doesn’t work overtime?
"Nine to five?" Xue Ping suspected that the management company was putting on a show.
Just when I was about to ask secretly, I saw Ning Buao coming out of the office, looking like he was leaving work.
"Mr. Ning, would you like a drink?" an employee greeted him.
Ning Buyao smiled and shook his head, "I'm not drinking tonight. I have a last-minute appointment. Let's drink tomorrow."
"Date?" Many people looked over, their eyes full of gossip. "Is Mr. Ning in love?"
"With Mr. Ning's temperament, position, and income, it would be strange if he wasn't in love, right?"
"Elegance? Anyway, you're not praising our President Ning for being handsome, right?"
"To be honest, Mr. Ning isn't handsome. His appearance is just average, but he has an excellent temperament. Temperament is much more important than appearance."
Ning Bu'ao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "It's not a date. I'm discussing the venue issue of the South City Gymnasium with the relevant departments. Besides, I'm not a marriage person."
He waved goodbye to everyone and strode away, looking as if he was fleeing in panic.
Now that his leader is gone, Xue Ping has nothing to worry about.
"Are you really off work?"
Everyone looked over.
One of the girls asked with confusion, "It's time to get off work. Is there a problem? Will the show still follow us to our house?"
Xue Ping shook his head: "No, we are recording the workplace culture, not the employees themselves."
"That's no problem," the girl said. "Our company works from nine to five. You can work overtime, but there's no overtime pay."
As soon as she finished speaking, the man next to her complained: "Shanshan, this is a live broadcast, it's easy for people to misunderstand you."
"Oh," said the girl named Shanshan, "Our boss doesn't approve of overtime. Even if we want to stay and work, we won't get overtime pay. He forces us to leave work on time and not be so shameless as to stay in the company after the deadline."
Everyone: “…”
This Shanshan, there is definitely something wrong with her brain circuit.
But that’s the meaning, and netizens understand it anyway.
[Working from 9 to 5, with two days off. I wonder how much the salary is, just curious.]
[I'll accept a lower salary. It's better than staying up late and working overtime and still getting paid a small salary.]
[Those who can appear on the show will definitely have insurance. As for the salary, I think I can accept a lower salary, but it can't be too low.]
[Except for foreign companies, I rarely see people working from 9 to 5.]
[I don't care about anything else, but what should I do if I can't finish the food in the staff cafeteria?]
【Same curiosity.】
Everyone left in a hurry, and Xue Ping took the photographer and others back to the hotel to rest.
The next day, they came to Huli Company.
Because I arrived early, I waited for a while at the company gate.
It was not until after 8:30 that employees began to arrive one after another.
I really don’t go to work until nine o’clock.
Many netizens have been waiting in the live broadcast room.
Compared to the busy other three companies, Huli Company is a very comfortable working environment.
At about half past nine, Jiang Li appeared in the company.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw Xue Ping, nodded, and said to everyone, "It's time for the meeting."
Several supervisors and team leaders entered the meeting room, but Xue Ping and others could not enter.
Half an hour later, the meeting was disbanded and Xue Ping rushed to Jiang Li immediately.
"Mr. Jiang, can I have a chat with you?"
Jiang Li said, "Okay, what do you want to talk about? Let me make it clear, I can only say a few words. I have to hurry back to study."
"Just chatting." Xue Ping asked, "What's Mr. Jiang's profession?"
"Computer science," she said with a smile. "I was a preschool education student on a pilot program, but I later switched to that major."
"I understand that Huli Company works from 9 to 5 and has two days off, but Mr. Jiang must also know that most companies in our country adhere to the culture of overtime. What do you think about this, Mr. Jiang?"
What Xue Ping said was a bit of a trap, but it is not known whether he did it on purpose.
Jiang Li raised an eyebrow. "It's a different industry, right? I'm a gaming company. It doesn't matter if we start developing games a day earlier or later. There's no end to making money, so let's take our time."
"Besides, I'm also responding to the Dragon Nation's call. Working from nine to five, with two days off, is all written in the regulations."
"Employees in the company are of different ages. These days, it's not easy for anyone."
"Giving middle-aged people some time to go home and spend time with their partners, children, and parents, helping them share some of the household chores, can ease marital tensions and strengthen interactions with their children. They don't need to worry about a lack of parental love."
"Young people should give them some time to fall in love and get married."
"I work overtime every day, so how can I have time for love? I'm so tired that I just want to go home and sleep. I don't even want to talk. What's the point of living?"
"Oh, I'm just saying my opinion. The world is so big, with so many people. Every industry has its own responsibilities and missions. I respect every industry."
While we were chatting, a man in his thirties came over.
"Mr. Jiang, I need a leave of absence. My child has a fever, and my wife can't leave."
Jiang Li waved his hand and said, "Go ahead. Don't forget to get the hospital certificate and medical records."
The man turned and ran away.
Xue Ping was about to ask something when Jiang Li checked the time on his phone and said with a smile, "You guys take your time filming. I have to go back to catch up on my lessons. Otherwise, I'm worried I'll fail the course by the end of the year."
Xue Ping swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth and watched Jiang Li leave with a smile.
[It's pretty easy to ask for leave, just a hospital certificate and medical records. Isn't that a bit much?]
[What's wrong with that? My colleague asked for leave because his grandfather passed away, and everyone complained about why he didn't tell me in advance. We are all living hell, right? If the hell wants you to die at three o'clock in the morning, he will never let you live until five o'clock.]
[Predicting death, how can that be allowed? Death Note.]
"Why do we need certificates and medical records?" Xue Ping asked a young man nearby.
The young man leaned back in his chair and stretched. "It's a company benefit. After the medical insurance, we'll reimburse you for half of the cost."
Then he asked Xue Ping, "Don't you have any in your unit?"
Xue Ping was speechless.
Sorry, no.
"Doesn't the company pay for insurance?" he asked.
The young man nodded. "That's why you say it's a company benefit. Isn't insurance mandatory by the government? This reimbursement benefit was given by our CEO Jiang."
Xue Ping didn't want to talk.
Netizens were a little upset before the live broadcast.
"Have you reported it?" Xue Ping said a little sourly.
The young man shook his head. "I've only caught a minor cold since I came to the company. The medicine cost dozens of dollars. It's not worth it."
Then he looked at the girl across from him and asked, "Yang Qing, have you ever asked the company to reimburse you for your prenatal checkup?"
Yang Qing looked up, blinked, and said, "Oh, no, it's not much anyway."
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