At the same time, at the Qingyan App Project Center, even though it was not working time, the office was full of people.

All employees listened to the live broadcast.

After the little prince finished speaking, Qiu Ze punched the table angrily:

"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 consistent episode of ‘Stone smashes dog’s bark’.”

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

The colleague said quietly: "I'm sorry, I really can't hold it in anymore."

Qiu Ze said: "This little prince, I saw that the fans were so fanatical. I thought he was such a high-level person. But after I heard what he said, he was only at this level. It's hard to find a four-legged operator. Those who can write can write."

Isn’t it hard to find a hand? If you go to those online writing website writer groups, you can get a lot of them at once. What you are doing is that there is no technical moat, and you still expect to be far ahead? Let me tell you the truth.

The moment you start writing, you should be prepared to be plagiarized. Even if you are not prepared, you should also be prepared to be copied. What's the point of being pretentious? It's disgusting."

After hearing his complaint, his colleague added: "When you were in school, your composition scores must not have been particularly good?"

Qiu Ze turned to look at her: "My Chinese teacher didn't like me and always gave me low marks. Then I stopped studying at all. What's wrong? What does this have to do with it?"

"nothing."

During the live broadcast, the little prince continued to talk about the contract. Qiu Ze shut up and listened quietly, then slammed the table hard.

"Damn! They are playing dirty tricks!"

"This should be called conspiracy." The colleague next to him thought thoughtfully.

Qiu Ze thought this move was unexpected at first, but the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became: "No, they really dare to get such a contract? How dare they? Aren't they afraid that the speech therapists will collectively set the pace?"

After saying that, he had an idea: "Yes, let's start a rhythm now."

He opened the "Qingyan Core Speech Therapist Inner Group". He is the leader of this group. There are about 70 Qingyan mid-level and high-level speech therapists in the group. He selected them to break into Wenyan and steal scripts. They all have traffic.

support.

He spoke in the group: "Friends, have you watched the live broadcast of Little Prince Wen Yan? How dare they offer that kind of contract? Do you have any ideas? [Squinting smile]"

No one spoke, and after a while, a speech therapist sent a "nose-picking" emoji.

Qiu Ze was a little anxious, and then typed: "Let's go to the cultural group to lead a rhythm. The official should hear the opinions of the speech therapists. To provide speech therapy, you have to sign a non-compete agreement. If you don't earn any money, you will be charged liquidated damages."

I will pay for it with death."

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

.”

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

Qiu Ze felt anxious. He didn't see who had left the group. When he looked at the withdrawal record, there was no record. At this time, someone in the group finally said:

"support!"

Qiu Ze was quite encouraged. He took a closer look and saw that the person who responded was the person with the second-lowest performance in the group (the last-last one was himself). Suddenly, most of his anger was gone.

The message alert sounded again, and another person left the group without saying a word.

Qiu Ze stood up nervously, and a colleague next to him asked: "Are you losing your rhythm?"

"What else is there to do? Let's first find a way to maintain this year's performance!"

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

Everyone knows that this person has a background behind her. If she is willing to work overtime with them, she has done her best. How can she be expected to do anything?

"Manager Zhong, did you watch the live broadcast of the little prince just now?"

"Um."

Zhong Susu shook the mouse, looking absent-minded, and made a sound from her nasal cavity, which you couldn't hear unless you listened carefully.

Qiu Ze continued: "Manager Zhong, Wen Yan is going to issue a new contract and they are going to have a non-compete agreement. From now on, speech therapists can't work on both sides at the same time. Some speech therapists in my group have already quit the group. I'm worried."

If this continues, will we lose a number of speech therapists?"

"Um."

Compared with the previous "um", this "um" has a stronger positive meaning, which is a good sign.

Qiu Ze said: "I think we have to take some countermeasures? We have to put some pressure on the other side. We cannot remain indifferent, otherwise we will be very passive."

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

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

He wanted to say "increase some benefits", but then he thought about it. Their project team had finally made an objective net profit. If they added benefits, wouldn't it be in vain?

Qiu Ze added: "Let's create an issue for the navy..."

He wanted to say "spend some money for the navy", but then he thought about it, wouldn't it still have to dilute the profits?

Zhong Susu crossed her arms: "What exactly do you want to say?"

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

Zhong Susu stared at him without saying a word. Qiu Ze quickly said solemnly: "Manager Zhong, last month I worked hard for more than 12 hours a day and worked hard to get the good results we talked about. I also used all my savings to advance my work.

I haven't paid my rent for the next month after I moved in. What you said before is the motivation for my struggle. If you give me accurate words, I will feel more at ease in my work and be more energetic and motivated."

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

"Actually, in this case, it is still unknown whether this year's year-end bonus can be paid out as usual. However, I will definitely inform my successor about your situation, so don't worry."

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 formally go through the handover procedures at that time."

Qiu Ze felt like the sky was falling.

What kind of sign is this when the generals are changed at the last moment and the relevant households flee? This is a sign that something is going to happen!

He really wanted to denounce all the people with connections in the world. In the past, when he watched "Wreaths Under the Mountain", he laughed at the company commander and Jin Kailai for not knowing how to leave a way out for themselves. They must know that the world belongs to them, but in the end

It belongs to them. Only when the relationship is harmonious can there be development in the future. Aren't the spirits and honors just for deceiving people into sending themselves to death? They are overestimating their abilities.

Only now did he realize that "Garland Under the Mountain" is simply a masterpiece! He can come and go at once, what do you think of brothers? Besides, you already said you were leaving when you came to Gild! I've been like this during this period

Who can you show your hard work to?

Qiu Ze's lips moved and his face turned red. In the end, he was pulled down to the dust by the gravity of reality. He asked with a bit of frustration:

"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 work station, his colleague sitting next to him was packing his things and getting ready to go home.

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

"Oh." My colleague was very indifferent, "Is that it?"

"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 go to work next month. They will give me double my salary!"

"ah??"

Qiu Ze let out a scream. At this moment, he suddenly realized: Have we reached this stage? Am I the last mouse to realize that the ship is about to sink?

Qiu Ze stood up and asked: "Which company are you interviewing?"

A mysterious smile appeared on the colleague's face, and the worst thought came to Qiu Ze's mind:

"Could it be Wen Ai?!"

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

Dozens of thoughts flashed through Qiu Ze's mind, and he cursed on the spot: "Damn it, you have so many speech therapist resources, it's against professional ethics to jump here! Is there any position there? I'm sorry.

There are a lot of resources there too.”

The colleague pointed his chin with his hand and showed an innocent expression: "Well... it's very difficult! They don't need so many people, and isn't your name already registered there? You are the one who takes the lead in setting the pace."

Qiu Ze suddenly felt as if he had been struck by lightning and was stunned on the spot.

"I'm going home, bye!~"

Qiu Ze suddenly discovered that work is like falling in love. Whoever invests the most will be hurt the most. At this time, he became the saddest person in the building.

…

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

The various data in the background were like hearing the sound of the starting gun. As the live broadcast ended, they began to rise steadily. The most eye-catching thing was the number of people applying for S visas in the background. Everyone gathered around the computer to monitor the data growth in real time. Every 15

Refreshed every minute.

In less than half an hour, the victory was decided. The word "explosion" was clearly written on the face of the data growth situation. The only regret of 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.
To be continued...