"Ah, workplace rules really kill people!"
After Ma Zhaoxian left, the Jingnan Group headquarters office building immediately fell silent.
Standing by the window, Li Ye watched several colleagues who had supposedly been "holding fast to their posts" just moments ago hurry home for dinner right behind Ma Zhaoxian. He could not help recalling his days as a wage slave at some major corporation in his previous life.
As long as the company's top leader had not left the office, several supervisors and mid-level managers would enthusiastically "work overtime for free."
And when supervisors and mid-level managers worked overtime, the beasts of burden beneath them would likewise be trapped in a dilemma—especially if there were one or two colleagues among them with an especially serious "drive to get ahead."
"Everyone else is still here. Why are you leaving the moment it's time?"
"If you leave now, what will the leaders think of our department? The other departments haven't left. Are you trying to ruin a whole pot of porridge with one rat dropping?"
At first, Li Ye had been one of those wage slaves being scolded. He had even thought he was being inconsiderate, causing everyone to lose their chance at becoming an "advanced department"!
It was not until several years later that Li Ye finally understood it completely.
Go to hell, you and your third uncle! You stay behind so you can show your faces before the leaders, and after hanging around enough times, at least make them remember you. What can a bottom-rung beast of burden like me gain?
Gain the great credit of serving as your stepping stone?
That was why the only people who ultimately benefited from this kind of bullying overtime rule were the few with the greatest "promotion prospects." Everyone else was merely miserable scenery