Foot massage is the greatest and oldest art! A relaxing journey across time and space. Washes away the mud, eliminates fatigue, cleanses the soul, and makes people more energetic to work and struggle. Walking out of the foot massage shop, Wen Xiangbing swept away his decadent posture, radiant, and determined to open a foot massage shop. Nothing else, just want to provide a job for those "poor" and "helpless" young ladies. Even Shao Liang is much more confident. ... ... Monday, another miserable and miserable day. On the way to the company, Chu Fang almost kept one eye on guard and one eye on sentry. If Zhong Tingyue hadn't reminded him again and again, he would have had an intimate contact with the car and passed away.
"Are you tired?" Zhong Tingyue tilted her head. "I'm tired even when I get up early." Chu Fang muttered in reply. "I think it's okay." "You've been doing too much self-PUA, so you think it's good to get up early to go to work. Which normal person likes to get up early?" "You have to go to work." "I don't want to work." "What do you want to do?" "I want to find a rich woman to support me, or you can support me." "Can you play steel wool?" Hearing this, Chu Fang suddenly woke up, his pupils dilated: "Ah~~~, you are too perverted." "Only those who endure hardships can become superior people, consider it." The two walked to the company, Zhong Tingyue winked at him, and then went inside, while Chu Fang was hesitant to punch in. "Something's wrong, something's wrong." Jiang Wenzhen looked at them, "You and Sister Zhong don't seem to have a good relationship." During this period of time, the two of them went to work together, and talked and laughed while working, and their relationship was not like that of ordinary colleagues. Chu Fang answered honestly: ""She wants to support me. "Support? You? Come on, look in the mirror and see what you look like." Jiang Wenzhen looked down on him. "I'm the most handsome one in your circle of friends." "Not now." "Bullshit!"
Jiang Wenzhen took out her phone and showed the photo to Chu Fang, who looked at it carefully and then looked down on her: "Jiang Wenzhen, your aesthetic level is getting lower and lower. Even those 13-year-old brats like you. Not only are they low-level, but they are also perverted." The photo showed her taking a photo with several fashionable 13-year-old boys, and Jiang Wenzhen was almost grinning. "It's better than an 'old bacon' like you." Jiang Wenzhen retorted. "Twenty-one years old is an 'old bacon', then what are you? Old, old, old, old... old bacon." When Chu Fang said the word 'old', Jiang Wenzhen almost bit off her back teeth. When he finished speaking, she bent her ten fingers on both hands, and several lights flashed on her nails: "Nine Yin White Bone Claws~~~~" The moment the nails were about to touch Chu Fang's body, she put them away and put on a friendly gesture: "Hello, President Ming." A middle-aged man came to the door of the company, carrying a black leather bag, wearing a suit and tie, like an elite. The middle-aged elite frowned slightly, obviously seeing the fight between the two just now, but did not say much, and then walked inside. "Who is it?" Chu Fang leaned against the front desk and asked. "The company's president." Jiang Wenzhen exhaled. He nodded. It has been two or three months since he joined the company. This is the first time he has seen the company's president, who usually disappears without a trace. "Be careful." Jiang Wenzhen reminded. "What's wrong?" "Boss Ming is usually not in the company, but every time he comes to the company, nothing good happens." "Ah~~~, Boss Ming is a star of misfortune." Ma Junjie walked into the company and happened to hear Chu Fang's comments. The corners of his mouth trembled. The latter saw the former, smiled awkwardly, greeted, and hurried into the company. Ma Junjie walked to the design department, put his bag on the workstation, glanced at Zhong Tingyue, who was chatting with Chu Fang, and a disappointed expression appeared on his face. He was extremely helpless, shook his head, and then walked towards the boss's office. Knocking on the door and entering, he raised his eyebrows. The managers of the three major departments of the company are all here. The things to be discussed today should be big. He sat down, and an ominous premonition came to his heart. Will that kid be right? Is he really a star of misfortune? Mr. Ming spoke slowly: "In view of the bad environment, the downward economic situation, the end of the real estate industry, and the poor economic performance of our company, I decided to lay off employees." Several people were a little surprised and looked at each other. Without waiting for their answer, Mr. Ming said in an unquestionable tone: "You go back and prepare a layoff list and give it to me within a month." After speaking, he waved his hand and signaled them to leave. Ma Junjie walked to the end and turned back at the moment of closing the door: "Mr. Ming..." "Okay, don't say it, I have no choice." Mr. Ming seemed to know what he wanted to say, and directlyInterrupted, "Your design department should focus on the layoffs. With the emergence of Chatgpt, the design department does not need so many people, and many of them will be laid off." "Some employees who are not beneficial to the company do not need to stay. By the way, what is the basic salary of those new employees?" "Two thousand."
"Don't lay them off." Mr. Ming ordered. The monthly salary of four new employees is only 8,000 yuan, and the expenses are not large. It is better to keep them, and they can also earn social reputation for the company. As for the old employees, those who have no effect on the company or even have a counterproductive effect should all be fired. "..." As the three managers left, the news of layoffs instantly filled the entire company, affecting all employees of the company. The company was instantly tense, and a dark cloud enveloped everyone. The current economic situation is not good. If you are laid off, you will have to go through so many difficulties and fight with so many people if you want to find a job. It is extremely difficult. The idle employees suddenly tensed up. Chu Fang was lying on the table in boredom. His colleagues who used to talk nonsense with him were busy working, and he was alone and bored. He glanced at the fat guy next to him, Cai Guan, with a visibly nervous expression, and said, "Don't worry, you won't be laid off. The company might as well support you with your salary. Companies can enjoy tax benefits when hiring fresh college graduates. You think that the evil star has no calculations, right?" "Brother Chu, really?" Cai Guan turned around and asked. "Nonsense!" He rolled his eyes, "You are paid 2,000 yuan. If you want to fire him, you should fire him, not him. You have the initiative." Here, he nodded to Ma Junjie behind the fat guy and asked, "Minister, am I right?" Ma Junjie had to admit that Chu Fang was really a very self-centered person. He had strong social skills, was good at chatting with people, and his design ability was also above average in the company. If he could get rid of his bad habit of laziness, he would definitely grow very high. A lot of information can be understood with a little thought, and his reaction ability is strong. "There is no harm in working more." He replied. This statement also confirms Chu Fang's guess. . . . . . . . The end of the year is coming, and this stupid class can't go on for a day. Only one chapter~~~