boyutpedia Chapter 11 Fire
Chapter 11 Fire
"Okay, Lang, I'll listen to you."
Little Fatty readily agreed to the suggestion not to merge.
"Hmm...huh?"
Surprised by Xiao Pang's straightforward answer, Wang Lang wanted to ask another question to confirm, but he swallowed the words back. He could only observe Xiao Pang's face, trying to determine whether Xiao Pang had understood his "good intentions" through his reactions and expressions.
Tsk—I can't tell.
Wang Lang shook his head and sighed. Little Fatty was no longer being a troublemaker or irritable. He sat quietly at his workstation, showing no signs of anything amiss.
The green bubble icon flashed, and Zhu Ge sent a private message.
"Old thief, look at this guy."
Zhu Ge sent a screenshot of a chat between Zhu Ge and a buyer of Xiancai (a Chinese online marketplace).
"Can you help me see if this person is reliable? He's asking all sorts of questions."
Wang Lang chuckled as soon as he saw the picture. In his experience, those who ask too many questions on Xiancai (a Chinese online marketplace), pay attention to every little detail, and demand all sorts of detailed pictures and usage videos, usually end up not placing an order.
The most polite thing to do is to leave a message—
"I'll think about it some more." That was the last thing I heard.
Sometimes, even if someone asks a lot of questions and finally places an order, they will most likely demand a refund due to various dissatisfactions and a whole host of fallacies.
Once, Wang Lang encountered a difficult person who not only asked many questions but was also persistent. If Wang Lang didn't read the message, the person would continue the conversation the next day, and then chat about his personal life and tastes.
Just as Wang Lang was about to lose his temper and block this guy, the guy finally got to the point:
"Brother, let me cut your knife a little."
"Should I sell it for 30?"
At that time, Wang Lang looked at the price in the upper left corner: 160. That was the final price he set, leaving room for a 10-yuan price reduction.
Wang Lang swallowed all the profanities, removed the link, and then replied to his elder brother:
"You're too late. It was sold for 20 yuan just now."
……
"Old thief, is he reliable? That guy asked again."
Wang Lang replied decisively: Unreliable.
"Then why does he keep asking what to do?" Zhu Ge was getting anxious from the pressure.
"Make it clear to him beforehand: no bargaining, no free shipping."
Wang Lang used this sentence to end many wasteful and idle chatter sessions.
After a while, Zhu Ge replied: "The other party... has read but is not replying."
Wang Lang closed the chat window with Zhu Ge, glanced at Xiao Pang's workstation, and noticed that Xiao Pang wasn't on his phone or, as usual, slacking off for half an hour without writing a single word in a blank document. Instead, he picked up a half-dead succulent from his desk and carefully removed each withered leaf.
This……
Wang Lang couldn't understand it.
"Oh my, Little Fatty's changed his ways! The succulents have been dried up for so long, what's he doing with them now?" Sister Zhou couldn't understand Little Fatty's actions either.
Little Fatty didn't respond. After cleaning the dead leaves off the table, he woke up the computer and created a new document.
Zhou Jie, feeling rebuffed, went back to watching her Korean dramas.
Wang Lang glanced at it from afar and couldn't make out what was written, but he could see that Xiao Pang wrote and deleted, deleted and wrote, repeating this several times. It didn't look like he was writing a document, but rather adjusting his wording.
squeak--
The door to the team leader's office was pushed open from the inside, and Lai Ge Bao strolled out, carrying a cup in his hand, with the languid air of someone who had just woken up from a lunch break. He stood at the office door for two seconds, his gaze sweeping from left to right, as if surveying his territory.
"Little Fatty, how's the file organization going?" Lai Ge Bao sipped his saliva and, without waiting for Little Fatty's reply, continued, "I've already spoken to the people in Group Three. Go and coordinate with them on last year's old projects later, and put in some extra effort."
Little Fatty looked at him, smiled, and nodded: "Okay."
Lai Ge Bao was a little stunned. He had obviously prepared a whole set of excuses to deal with Xiao Pang's excuses or complaints, and to take the opportunity to "drip his wits off". But now a single "okay" shut down all his words.
Seemingly unwilling to give up, Lai Ge Bao still focused its attention on Xiao Pang, glancing down at the succulent plant on Xiao Pang's table.
"You've taken good care of it," said Lai Ge Bao as he walked over to Xiao Pang. "You seem to have quite the leisure." He reached out and touched the topmost leaf of the succulent.
Seeing that Xiao Pang's computer screen was completely exposed to Lai Ge Bao's view, Wang Lang felt like he was about to stop breathing.
What's worse than the person being talked about behind your back showing up is probably when you're writing a whistleblower letter and the whistleblower appears behind you.
"The files need to be ready by Friday, and the improvement report also needs to be completed. I still have high hopes for you."
He's said this at least fifty times since he became a team leader, and even he doesn't believe it himself. In terms of sincerity, it's about the same as when the boss says, "The company is your home."
Lai Ge Bao didn't even glance at the content on Xiao Pang's screen before turning around and walking towards the tea room.
Wang Lang, who had been holding his breath, finally relaxed as he followed Lai Ge Bao to the tea room. He then glanced at Xiao Pang—Xiao Pang remained expressionless, maximizing the document window with the cursor still blinking.
As expected, the people of Zu'an are bold, Wang Lang couldn't help but admire.
……
"Brother Lang," Little Fatty appeared behind Wang Lang at some point and handed him an envelope. "Please keep this for me; I might need it later."
Wang Lang took the envelope, intending to say something, but seeing the little fat man's calm and composed gaze, he simply let out a sigh and said nothing.
Little Fatty then turned to Sister Zhou's workstation, placed the cleaned succulents on the table, and said, "Sister Zhou, watch less drama; it's better for your eyes."
"Oh, thank you. Little Fatty is so thoughtful. Well then, Sister Zhou, bring a small gift tomorrow, and we'll come over for a drink."
Sister Zhou didn't detect anything unusual in Xiao Pang's behavior.
"I'll go downstairs now," Little Fatty said goodbye and left.
The HR and administration offices are located downstairs.
ding ding-
Not long after Xiaopang left, his work software sent him a new message notification.
Wang Lang opened the message; it was the department's large group chat flashing:
"Team Leader Lai, I've already made a schedule for the project files from the past two years that you asked me to organize this morning, but there's something I'd like to confirm with you: You said at noon that if the files aren't finished, I'll be fired. Was that your personal opinion, or did it represent the department's opinion? If it's the department's opinion, I need Manager Gou to confirm it."
@Lai Bao @Gou Sheng
hiss--
Wang Lang felt a chill run down his spine.
Although Wang Lang had mentioned these methods, saying something is one thing, but actually doing it is another.
ding ding-
This time it's a notification for my work email.
Scope of copy: All department staff, HR, administration, finance...
Little Fatty selected everyone within his authorized scope to be included in the CC message range.
Hello everyone, I'm Yuan Run from Group 4.
This is my open letter of resignation, and also the last email I send to the company.
I compiled a summary of the conversation with Team Leader Lai at noon, which is excerpted below—
Xiao Pang (myself) is someone with no background, no resources, and a bad temper. If he leaves, ten fresh graduates will be lining up to get in tomorrow.
If Little Fatty (myself) doesn't finish his file, he's fired.
The above is the original text, without any changes.
I've been with the company for six months, so I'm still relatively inexperienced, but I've already handled a few things:
Compile 7 weekly reports for Team Leader Lai (the authorship rights belong to him);
Served tea to Team Leader Lai 15 times (including 7 times with wolfberry water, 3 times with polygonatum water, 3 times with cistanche water, and 2 times with dodder seed water);
I was drafting departmental report templates and lost my authorship rights four times (they were very careful when they deleted my name).
He attended three meetings on behalf of Team Leader Lai that were not necessary for him (his name was listed as an attendee in the meeting minutes).
I undertook three cross-group coordination tasks personally promised by Team Leader Lai (he made the promise, and I cleaned up the mess).
The task required two reworks due to discrepancies between Team Leader Lai's instructions and the actual task (I was the one who made the mistake, but I was also the one who had to fix it).
All of the above have available chat logs and document modification records.
Finally, I would like to thank Team Leader Lai for teaching me how to organize data using numbers, which is the most intuitive and irrefutable method.
Good luck to the next ten graduates.
Yuan Run today
……
"Xiao Lang is going to die. Xiao Pang... Xiao Pang..."
Sister Zhou was so anxious that she couldn't speak.
"Yuan Run, what are you doing?!"
Lai Ge Bao's irritable voice came from the break room and could be heard throughout the entire office building.