6:30 p.m., Great Song Investment Building.
It was still the large conference room on the third floor.
The large screen in the conference room displayed everyone's reactions after the chairman had entered that afternoon.
Anyone who had been disrespectful or impolite toward the chairman—for example, those who had failed to applaud when told to—was dismissed and compensated according to national standards.
Anyone who had been perfunctory toward the chairman—for example, those who had not applauded enthusiastically—would remain employed but be demoted, with no allowance for the first year. They could choose to be dismissed instead and would still be compensated according to the standard.
Luo Feng's thinking was simple.
[I may want to complete the task, but I'm not going to repay resentment with kindness. Respect me a foot, and I'll return it tenfold. Do the opposite, and I'll give you a taste of your own medicine.]
Dismissing people according to national standards, without any deductions, was Luo Feng's requirement for himself.
Some people wailed and wept, begging for mercy everywhere.
Some were upset but also relieved. It was only one year; if they performed well, things would be fine by the second year!
More than half of them were overjoyed.
A small number even felt as though they had won the lottery.
For example, the short, fat man. He had been the first to applaud and had shown great enthusiasm, so he was exceptionally promoted two ranks and became a department project supervisor, second only to the deputy department manager.
His colleague, the sunny and handsome man, was consumed with envy and jealousy. This fat man would be his boss from now on!
His annual salary was directly double his own!
"Supervisor, dinner's on me tonight. Want to grab a drink together?"
Only those who could bend and stretch