The company was no longer alone at this time, and the office building was empty, of course it was not pitch black. There were two departments with lights on, probably working overtime.

Jiang Xiaobai has not been there either, but overall, there is still a trace of popularity that does not make people feel scared.

Jiang Xiaobai took the water, came back to boil the water, and then took out a bucket of instant noodles from the underside of the bookcase in the office and tore it open.

I was preparing to eat a bucket of instant noodles for a while. Jiang Xiaobai had been preparing instant noodles in his office, just to eat something when he was hungry when he was working overtime.

It is usually quite late to work overtime, and there is also takeout at this time, but it is delivered by the restaurant itself, and it is usually not delivered after 8 o'clock in the evening.

Generally, overtime work will be added until very late, so Jiang Xiaobai usually has instant noodles in his office.

The water boiled in "Gugu" boiled. Jiang Xiaobai brewed a cup of tea by himself, then covered the instant noodles with it, and then looked at it with the ingredients himself.

I forgot the time at this glance. When Jiang Xiaobai realized it, ten minutes had passed.

When I opened the instant noodles, I saw that it was already lump, but there was nothing that I couldn’t eat. Just eat some and just mat it.

As soon as Jiang Xiaobai opened it and was about to eat, he heard the door being knocked.

Jiang Xiaobai put down his fork and looked up and shouted, "Come in."

I was still a little confused. It was so late. Who was it? When I came here tonight, the company was fine.

"Mr. Jiang."

"Oh." Jiang Xiaobai was a little surprised. The person coming was Zhao Xiaojin.

"Xiaojin, haven't you been home from get off work? Why are you back?"

When he went out to collect water just now, Zhao Xiaojin's office outside had turned off the headlights, leaving only one porch light.

"Yes, but seeing that you are pitiful when you work overtime, you will give you some food." Zhao Xiaojin said, shaking the lunch box in his hand.

Yes, she went back, but after she got home, she was having dinner, thinking that Mr. Jiang worked overtime alone at the unit, and the tens of thousands of company attendance schedules.

She felt a little indescribable, but she was not at ease with her meals and felt that the food on the table was not as fragrant.

What she comforted herself several times was that Mr. Jiang asked her to get off work. She had been working overtime for several days in a row and came back at around 9 o'clock in the evening.

Mr. Jiang has not worked overtime these two days, so he has rested. It’s nothing he can do to work overtime tonight. It’s so normal. Don’t pity him.

After all, when I worked overtime yesterday, I took the secretariat people to work overtime yesterday, and Director Jiang didn't feel sorry for him.

Why should I feel sorry for him? No need or no need, I have nothing to do with him. Why should I feel sorry for him? I don’t need it at all.

Zhao Xiaojin comforted her for a long time, but finally prepared to come to the company.

Zhao Xiaojin, you are really mean, you are so mean. People have asked you to get off work, and you still have to go back.

I took the food box and asked my mother to fry two more dishes again, and then I came to the company with the lunch box.

However, on the way she came, she kept telling herself that she would go and deliver some food, and then leave, not for a minute, not for a second.

Throw down the lunch box and say "I just pity you." Then turn around and leave.

"I'm here to bring food, thank you, then I'm not polite. The instant noodles were soaked in the pastry." Jiang Xiaobai said, and hurriedly walked out from behind the desk.

"Mr. Jiang, this is the first time you have stood up like this and come out to greet me." Zhao Xiaojin looked at Jiang Xiaobai's quick movements and said unhappily.

Jiang Xiaobai took the lunch box from Zhao Xiaojin with a smile. Although Zhao Xiaojin was a little unwilling, Jiang Xiaobai glared and she let go.

"You are wrong. I didn't stand up and walk around from behind the desk to greet you, but to welcome you."

"You..." Zhao Xiaojin's eyes widened, almost making Jiang Xiaobai angry to death.

As soon as he opened the lunch box, Jiang Xiaobai couldn't help swallowing.

"Is this the meal your parents cook? It's so delicious."

"How did you know, can't I do it?" Zhao Xiaojin said proudly with his head raised.

"It doesn't look like you can make it." Jiang Xiaobai said vaguely while eating.

"You..." Zhao Xiaojin rolled her eyes. Dong Dong was too heartless.

She had to leave, and she had to turn around and left... and then sat down opposite Jiang Xiaobai's desk and looked at the attendance form.

"Mr. Jiang, what are you going to count?" What you are thinking about is one thing, and what you are talking about is another.

"Calculate everyone's vacation situation and see how the employee's rest system is implemented?"

Jiang Xiaobai said that it was not just a problem that Song Xin was about to leave, but if the factory rest system was not implemented well.

Especially for the workers at the bottom, Jiang Xiaobai is afraid of problems.

Sometimes it’s not just a matter of treatment, it’s not just a matter of salary.

For some factories in later generations, Foxconn's salary was not high, but it may be higher than other factories if it was considered overtime.

But the workers jumped off the building, and if something happened, they would be in trouble. If they managed this, it really doesn’t mean that they could just give money.

Care about the mental health of employees may be just a formality in the eyes of many people. It is not even a formality or a situation. It is just a document or a slogan that stays on paper.

Many factories don’t care about this. I’ll give you money and it’s normal for you to work.

Of course, in this era, workers may have a stronger tolerance.

Nowadays, the workers in the factory are mainly thirty- and forty-year-olds, and they all have experienced difficult times.

When I was a child, I couldn’t eat and went hungry. It was not something you could eat after working, so now I can get more money by working, and they may have a higher tolerance for factory work.

However, Jiang Xiaobai still attaches great importance to this issue.

"Where is there any rest? Mr. Jiang, please care about my rest situation first." Zhao Xiaojin muttered, and opened the file to help Jiang Xiaobai count.

Although she complained that she had too little rest time and worked overtime every day, Jiang Xiaobai really asked her to go back to rest, so she took the initiative to work overtime.

"Oh, Xiaojin, do you feel so busy, too tired, and bored every day?" Jiang Xiaobai asked while eating.

"Of course, my ideal is not to go to work and sleep until midnight. Let's say that, I'm willing to live like a pig, but I'll save it in the last step..."
Chapter completed!