Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 228 Song Lala's Job Hunting Diary 18

"Vice President." The team leader lowered his head, his face flushed red.

The vice president's face remained expressionless as he looked at the team leader and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Xiao Qin, is this the intern you trained?"

The team leader lowered his head further and further: "I'm sorry, Vice President, I won't do it again."

The vice president was silent for a moment. He took a sip of tea, frowned, and asked, "Why do you think I called you in?"

The team leader's voice trembled slightly: "Because I did something wrong."

The vice president looked somewhat helpless: "Is it just because of this?"

The team leader looked at him, puzzled: "Vice President?"

Although he couldn't understand what the vice president was saying, he could sense that the vice president wouldn't pursue the matter any further.

"She wasn't the first person to send this email." The vice president looked tired.

"Don't you feel anything when people take pictures of you? How do you manage your employees? I remember I taught you that before."

The team leader said timidly, "I remember the vice president, but they are really not obedient enough, especially that Song Xianyin."

"With so many girls, getting under their thumb is a piece of cake." The vice president tossed him a stack of documents.

"This is what happens if you don't do things to the extreme."

The team leader looked at the documents and grew increasingly anxious.

All of the above replies are anonymous. These people are saying online that the company has unspoken rules and all sorts of shady deals, and they are using extremely offensive language.

"Vice President..."

The team leader burst into tears. He had caused such a huge loss to the company; the vice president would never forgive him.

The vice president looked at him and said, "Don't take these people to heart. They only dare to talk on anonymous websites. In reality, who would dare to talk to you like that?"

This is perfectly normal; it's just that these interns are indeed not very obedient.

"Go to City D and work on a few projects first. Come back when I call you."

The team leader burst into tears of joy, nodding repeatedly and saying, "Thank you, Vice President, thank you, Vice President."

The company suddenly issued a notice that if the task was not completed, the salary would be deducted.

The interns were completely bewildered. What did they mean by deductions? Would their performance bonuses be deducted? But they only had their base salary to begin with.

But the finance department told them that their base salary would be deducted.

If you do a good job, you can get an extra 300. If you do a poor job, you will be rated as C or D. A C grade will result in a deduction of 500, and a D grade will result in a deduction of 800. Moreover, it is based on a ranking system.

In other words, no matter what, someone will always have their pay docked.

"This isn't a company, why are they treating us like this? Do they really think we're animals?" The boy was furious.

This company is a scam. They even offer "benefits" – a cup of milk tea is considered a benefit, and it's such a cheap milk tea at that.

"Are you really content with this? Stop doing it." The boy stood up abruptly.

The others glanced at him silently: "You can just quit like that. It's already hard to find a job these days."

The boy looked at them with exasperation: "Why are you all so soft-hearted? They're already stepping on your heads and you're still trying to polish their shoes."

"What can we do? There's nothing we can do," the girl said helplessly.

This company has too many underhanded tactics; they simply can't defend against them all.

The boy said seriously, "If none of us do it, then it'll be fine."

The other boys supported him: "Yes, we won't do it. Can't you girls unite a little?"

The other girls ignored them.

These guys are always like this, just like last time, saying they would never work overtime.

They all agreed to leave together, but then a few of them decided not to go, which resulted in the girls getting a scolding.

"Then go tell the boss that we're just timid," a woman said impatiently.

Stop pretending to be a father. If he quits, they'll just deduct his pay instead of theirs, right?

Would he agree?

"Why is it so lively? Does anyone have any thoughts?" A dignified voice suddenly came from the doorway.

The vice president stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching them.

The office fell silent instantly. The finance manager, following behind the vice president, chuckled, "Why didn't you even say hello when the vice president arrived?"

The boy, who had just been looking angry, was now skillfully praising the vice president.

"Vice President, we just saw the message in the group chat."

The vice president became interested: "Oh, so what are your thoughts?"

The boy smiled and said, "I think it's great because I always do my best, so this is a reward for me."

"only……"

The vice president frowned: "But?"

The man said helplessly, "The girls in the office all feel that this is too much pressure; after all, it is indeed a bit cruel."

The other girls' lips twitched. Just as I expected.

But if this rule is really abolished, that would certainly be the best outcome.

The vice president looked puzzled: "Who feels a lot of pressure? Come on, tell me."

"Isn't the company under a lot of pressure to support you? You have no experience, and not only do we have to support you, we also have to have employees teach you. Don't you know what gratitude is?"

The office fell silent instantly.

"We can't just let you do whatever you want. The company needs to grow. If you have a mindset of just giving up, then you're definitely not suitable for our company."

He looked around, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

What's wrong with students these days? They can't even endure the slightest hardship.

"Do you understand?" His voice rose slightly.

"Understood." A few scattered voices came from the office.

The vice president's face darkened: "Why is there so few people speaking?"

Song Xianyin's lips twitched. "Does he think he's the emperor?"

But the emperor wouldn't be that stingy, would he? Old Deng was a man of few words.

Then everyone's voices grew louder.

An eerie silence fell over the office once again.

The vice president sighed: "I hope you won't blame me in your hearts. I'm doing this for your own good. Only by working hard when you're young can you have a bright future."

“You are still young and don’t understand these principles. In a few years, you will understand my good intentions.”

The vice president glanced at the finance staff next to him and joked, "Let's buy them a cup of milk tea. I heard the team leader doesn't allow you guys to eat snacks anymore."

The finance officer chuckled, "The vice president really treats these kids well."

The vice president waved his hand, his face full of smiles: "You can't say that. They were trained by Xiao Qin. I was just giving them some pointers."

Song Xianyin looked at the finance officer with admiration. "So impressive," she thought, "hearing such words without even changing his expression."

As soon as the vice president left, everyone else immediately started complaining on WeChat.

They put in so much effort, they've almost squeezed them dry, there's no juice left to extract, they might just throw them away.