Chapter 130: Wreaths under the Mountains

Chapter 130: Wreaths under the Mountains

Chapter 130: Wreaths under the Mountains
At the same time, at the Qingyan app project center, although it was not working hours, the office was crowded.

All employees listened to the live broadcast.

After the little prince finished speaking, Qiu Ze slammed the table in anger:
"Who are you calling a blood-sucking parasite?"

The colleague next to him stared at him without moving. Qiu Ze silently retracted his fist and rubbed it quietly.

"The most 'stone-smashing-dog-barking' episode."

"Fuck!" Qiu Ze cursed, "Do you really have to say it out loud?"

The colleague said faintly: "Sorry, I just can't hold it in."

Qiu Ze said: "This little prince, I saw that his fans are so enthusiastic, I thought he was a person of great level, but I heard him speak at this level. It's not easy to find four-legged operators, but is it not easy to find writers who can write? Go to those online writing website writer groups, and a lot of people will rush to them with just a shout. What you are doing is originally without a technical moat, and you still expect yourself to be far ahead? To be honest, the moment you start writing, you should be prepared to be plagiarized. Even if you are not prepared for this, you should be prepared for others to learn your words. Why are you being so pretentious? Disgusting."

After listening to his complaints, the colleague said, "When you were in school, your writing grades must not have been very good, right?"

Qiu Ze turned to look at her: "My Chinese teacher doesn't like me and always gives me low scores. Later, I stopped studying at all. What's wrong? What does this have to do with it?"

"nothing."

In the live broadcast, the little prince continued to talk about the contract. Qiu Ze closed his mouth, listened quietly, and then slammed the table hard.

"Damn! They're playing dirty tricks!"

"This should be called an open conspiracy." A colleague next to him thought thoughtfully.

Qiu Ze thought this was an unexpected move at first, but the more he thought about it, the more scared he became: "No way, do they really dare to make such a contract? How dare they? Aren't they afraid that the speech therapists will start a collective uproar?"

After saying that, he suddenly had an idea: "Yes, let's take advantage of this moment to set the pace."

He opened the "Qingyan Core Speech Therapists Internal Group", of which he was the group owner. There were about 70 Qingyan mid- and high-level speech therapists in the group. They were selected by him to infiltrate Wenai and steal scripts, and all of them were supported by traffic.

He said in the group: "Friends, have you watched the live broadcast of Prince Wen Ai? How dare they offer that kind of contract? Do you have any thoughts? [Slanting smile]"

No one spoke. After a long while, a speech therapist sent a "picking nose" emoticon.

Qiu Ze was a little anxious, and then typed: "Let's go to the Wen Ai group to lead the trend. The official should listen to the opinions of speech therapists. They have to sign a non-compete agreement to do speech therapy. If they don't make any money, they will have to pay the penalty."

After he finished speaking for a long time, no one responded, so he added: "Brothers, we must fight for our own interests. If we don't unite to fight against the authorities, we will really have no choice when the fists come down."

After saying that, there was finally a message notification. I opened it and saw that someone had left the group, and there was one less person in the group.

Qiu Ze was anxious, and didn't see who had left the group. Then he looked again and the record of leaving the group was gone. At this time, someone in the group finally said:

"support!"

Qiu Ze was quite encouraged. He took a closer look and found that the person who responded was the second to last in performance in the group (he was the last), and his spirits immediately faded.

The message alert sounded again, and another person left the group quietly.

Qiu Ze stood up nervously, and his colleague asked, "Are you not going to set the pace?"

"What rhythm are you going to keep? Let's first think of a way to maintain this year's performance!"

He rushed into the manager's office. At this time, Zhong Susu was watching short videos, and Qiu Ze's face was livid, but he couldn't say anything.

Everyone knows that this person has a background. She is willing to work overtime with them, which is already the most kind thing she can do. Do they still expect her to do something?

"Manager Zhong, did you watch the Little Prince's live broadcast just now?"

"Ah."

Zhong Susu was shaking the mouse, looking absent-minded, and a sound came out of her nose, which could not be heard unless you listened carefully.

Qiu Ze continued, "Manager Zhong, Wen Ai is going to issue a new contract. They want to sign a non-compete agreement. Speech therapists can no longer work for both companies at the same time. Some speech therapists in my group have already left. I'm worried that if this continues, we will lose a group of speech therapists."

"Ah."

Compared to the previous "hmm", this "hmm" has a stronger sense of affirmation, which is a good sign.

Qiu Ze said: "I think we should take some countermeasures. We should put some pressure on the other side and not remain indifferent, otherwise we will be in a passive position."

Zhong Susu sniffed loudly and finally said the first sentence: "How do you think it should be done?"

Qiu Ze said: "We will give the speech therapists a little more..."

He wanted to say "add some benefits", but then he changed his mind and thought, their project team had worked so hard to make a meaningful net profit, so if they added benefits, wouldn't all their efforts be in vain?

Qiu Ze added: "We create an issue and give it to the Internet trolls..."

He wanted to say "spend some money on the water army", but then he thought, wouldn't that still dilute the profits?
Zhong Susu crossed her arms: "What do you want to say?"

Qiu Ze forced a smile: "Can I really get two extra months' salary as this year's year-end bonus?"

Zhong Susu stared at him without saying anything. Qiu Ze said solemnly, "Manager Zhong, I worked more than 12 hours a day last month and worked hard to get our good results. I have used up all my savings for work and I still don't have the rent for next month. What you said before is the motivation for my struggle. If you can give me a definite answer, I will feel more at ease and work more enthusiastically."

Zhong Susu played with her hair, making small movements, as if she was thinking about how to reply. Finally, she made up her mind and said:

"In fact, given this situation, it is still unknown whether this year's year-end bonus can be paid as usual. However, I will definitely inform my successor of your situation, so you can rest assured."

Qiu Ze was very surprised: "Successor? What successor? I don't quite understand what you mean!"

"My position will change in the near future and I will return to the headquarters," Zhong Susu said. "The appointment and dismissal notice will come out in a while, and I will then formally complete the handover procedures."

Qiu Ze felt like the sky was falling.

Changing generals at the last minute, people with connections fleeing, what does this mean? This is a sign of trouble!

He really wanted to curse the heavens and the earth and rebuke all the people with connections in the world. In the past, when he watched "The Garland under the Mountain", he laughed at the company commander and Jin Kailai for not knowing how to leave a way out for themselves. You must know that the world is theirs, but it will eventually be theirs. Only by maintaining good relationships can there be development in the future. What spirit and glory, aren't they just fooling people to die? Overestimating one's own abilities.

Now he realized that "The Garland Under the Mountain" was a masterpiece! You came and left as you wished, what did you think of your brothers? Besides, if you came to gild yourself, you should have told me you were leaving! Who was I working so hard for?

Qiu Ze's lips moved and his face turned red. Eventually, he was dragged down to the dust by the gravity of reality. He asked with a little disappointment:
"Manager Zhong, do you think there is any suitable position for me at the headquarters?"

...He didn't remember how he walked out of the manager's office. He only remembered that when he returned to his workstation, his colleague next to him was packing up to go home.

"Bad news, very bad, very bad news," Qiu Ze whispered, "our manager may be transferred back to the headquarters."

"Oh." The colleague was very indifferent, "Is that all?"

"Is there any worse news than this?" Qiu Ze looked up at her.

"It doesn't matter!" My colleague suddenly laughed from the bottom of his heart, "I have passed the interview at another company and will start working there next month. They will give me double the salary!" "Huh??"

Qiu Ze screamed. He suddenly realized: Has it come to this? Am I the last mouse to realize that the ship is sinking?

Qiu Ze stood up and asked, "Which company did you interview with?"

A mysterious smile appeared on the colleague's face, and Qiu Ze had the worst idea in his mind:
"Could it be Wen Ai?!"

My colleague bit his lip and said, "I'm going home."

Qiu Ze had dozens of thoughts flashing through his mind, and he cursed out loud on the spot: "Fuck, you have so many speech therapists at your disposal. It's unethical to switch jobs there! Are there any positions there? I have a lot of resources at my disposal, too."

My colleague tapped his chin with his hand and showed an innocent expression: "Well...it's difficult! They don't need so many people, and isn't your name registered with them? You're the one who sets the pace."

Qiu Ze was suddenly struck by lightning and stood there in a daze.

"I'm going home, bye!~"

Qiu Ze suddenly realized that work is like falling in love, whoever invests the most will be hurt the most. He became the saddest person in the building.

……

After the live broadcast ended, the entire company fell into a carnival state. It was as noisy as a vegetable market and everyone had to shout loudly to hear each other.

The data in the background started to rise steadily as the live broadcast ended, just like hearing the starting gun. The most eye-catching thing was the number of people applying for S visas in the background. Everyone gathered in front of the computer to monitor the data growth in real time, refreshing it every 15 minutes.

In less than half an hour, the victory was decided. The data growth situation was almost "explosive" written on the face. The only thing that annoyed the employees was that they did not buy champagne in advance.

Someone tore up the discarded materials on the table, threw the pieces of paper into the air, and shouted "Long live the little prince", and others followed suit.

Huang Da lost the bet, so he did a clumsy Thomas turn on the ground, causing everyone to laugh.

Zuo Ziliang doesn't like too much noise, but he doesn't care about his employees venting their emotions. He just sits in his office, lights a cigarette, and monitors the data at all times.

Ye Lan carried the materials into the office to find Wang Zixu. She glanced at the report and then at him, a smile almost coming out of her eyes.

She said: "It has to be the little prince!"

She added: "Just after an hour of live broadcast, there were more than 700 people applying for S visas. More than half of those who met the requirements have come. The monthly task was completed ahead of schedule. That's it!" she said again.

Finally, she said, "We don't know how many new speech therapists we will have in the future. As long as we can attract one-third of the speech therapists from Qingyan, we will have established a leading position in the industry."

Wang Zixu smiled indifferently, his face a little pale, and did not answer a word.

Ye Lan knew that he had something on his mind, so he stroked his back and said, "Come on, let's go out for a midnight snack tonight to celebrate."

Wang Zixu said: "No. I'm tired."

"come on!"

Ye Lan pushed open the door of the office, and the cheers from outside surged in, filling the corners of the office.

“Look how happy everyone is!”

The prince shook his head.

Ye Lan was a little disappointed: "Come on, if you keep shutting yourself in like this, you'll get depressed."

Wang Zixu shook his head: "I like being alone, I won't be autistic."

Ye Lan still didn't give up: "Are you really not coming?"

"Next time."

When he walked out of the office, he caused a new wave of cheers from the employees. Everyone was talking to him, some were shouting loudly, some were praising him in a low voice. The crowd was like a monster with dozens of hands and feet. Some were patting his shoulders, some were hugging him, and some were shaking hands with him.

After saying goodbye to everyone, Wang Zixu called a taxi and went home alone.

He felt that he had a bit of square syndrome. When there were too many people around, he didn't know what to do and his mind went blank. Maybe people like him were better off being alone.

He returned to the hollowed-out house and couldn't help coughing.

The walls quickly returned his voice to him, in a disembodied tone.

He slowly took off his clothes, slowly lay down on the messy bed, and slowly covered the thin blanket above his shoulders.

He curled up in bed alone, as if hugging himself.

……

The next morning, when he woke up, it was already past 11 o'clock, close to noon, and the house was empty. He then remembered that his wife had left. Strangely, he didn't feel that strange.

When he turned on his phone, a bunch of unread messages popped up immediately. There were more than 99 unread messages on WeChat. Zuo Ziliang called him once, Ning Chunyan called him once, Ye Lan called him three times, and there were two unknown numbers.

He yawned loudly and sat on the bed for a while before sorting out his thoughts.

My muscles and bones were sore and painful, as if they had been torn apart and reassembled. There was a bitter taste in my mouth. One side of my nose was blocked.

He thought that maybe he was getting old after all. He hadn't done anything indulgent last night, but he still felt so bad when he woke up in the morning. After washing up, he made his voice sound less like he had just woken up, and called Ye Lan back.

"Oh my God, you finally woke up." Ye Lan said as soon as the phone was connected.

"Yeah. What's wrong? What happened?"

"I can't come to you if I have nothing to do?"

"You won't call me three times if there's nothing wrong."

Ye Lan said, "It's not me who's looking for you. It's the publishing house that's looking for you. The editor there wants to talk to you about the book."

Wang Zixu asked: "What about the book?"

"Who knows? I don't understand anything about reprints, book signings, or other activities."

"A book signing?"

Wang Zixu was a little surprised. How could I possibly hold a book signing event? What would happen if I held a book signing event?

Ye Lan said: "I don't know. I'll give you the other person's phone number and you can chat on your own."

(End of this chapter)