Am I destined to be cannon fodder? Unlock the system and lead the motherland

Chapter 95 Cleaning up the moths

However, what really made his back shiver was how Huan Ling knew all this?
An unprecedented wave of crisis surged in the general manager's heart, and panic followed him everywhere.

Trust, this limited edition chocolate treasured in your pocket, will disappear once it is broken.

It's like a roller coaster ride, sometimes soaring into the sky, sometimes falling into the abyss. Every time the seat breaks free, it is to prepare for the next more shocking dive.

Yun Huanling's bright, lively eyes fell on the ten employees who followed suit and left one by one, gleaming with a complex glimmer of cherishing talent, a mixture of regret and sincerity: "Everyone, the company's door is always open to you who return. We look forward to you returning to showcase your talents in an even more dazzling manner."

After finishing this impromptu and humorous speech, accompanied by a faint smile from Yun Huanling, she took two steps back, turned around, and walked up the stairs, leaving a free and unrestrained back view for the employees present.

The employees stared with their eyes wide open, their mouths wide enough to hold a goose egg. They looked at each other, their minds racing:
"Wait, is she serious? Are we just going to be 'fired' and kicked out?"

"Come on, we were the ones who submitted our resignation letters first, okay? She's just following procedure."

"This plot development doesn't seem right. Shouldn't she be trying to keep us here?"

"But then again, the way she walked up the stairs was pretty cool, wasn't it?"

Since the company was founded, he was able to enter and serve as general manager thanks to the relationship with one of the company's shareholders - his cousin.

However, the cousin shareholder left the company after selling his shares, while he still held the position of general manager.

Unexpectedly, this time all the shareholders actually sold the company as a whole, and the buyer was Yun Huanling, who had just taken over the position of chairman and started laying off employees.

"Why?!" The general manager angrily kicked the service desk, not wanting to leave a hole. "She has no right to fire these employees! What right does she have to do this! Does she think she's cutting window paper-cuts or just a list of names?!"

This shout made all the employees in the hall perform the "trembling dance" collectively, fearing that they would be the next ones to be kicked.

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At this moment, Yun Huanling suddenly appeared like a time traveler, frightening the general manager into an emoticon. He exaggeratedly said, "What are you doing? Is this playing Angry Birds, practicing Taekwondo, or simply expressing your love for the company? Why do you have to speak with your feet?"

The general manager's face was so distorted that it could rival a Picasso painting. He was obviously stunned by Yun Huanling's appearance: "You...you don't have the right to fire them! But I..."

Yun Huanling smiled softly, interrupting the general manager's subtext, and said leisurely, "Why? The way you ask this question is simply the MVP of self-righteousness! - First of all, we have to clarify a basic fact. This company's surname is not 'Li' or 'Biao', it's 'Yun'!"

A smile of sudden enlightenment suddenly appeared on Huanling's face.

"I almost forgot about this!" she said nonchalantly. "You, the general manager, got the job through a cousin. You mean you have the aura of immunity from layoffs? But the world changes so quickly, and companies change with the seasons, finding new owners. And I just happened to be the new landlord, holding the keys."

She deliberately shook the document in her hand.

"This house, like a person needs to take a shower regularly, needs to be cleaned and furnished with new furniture to make it comfortable. So, some of these 'old things' may have to be moved, don't you think?"

Fortunately, Yun Huanling did not fire him, but his face was distorted with anger: once these twenty-eight people left, it would be as painful as cutting flesh for him, because he would lose a considerable amount of income this month.

He was so heartbroken that he almost passed out.

Thinking of this, the general manager's face turned even greener, and he was thinking about how to plant another forest.

At worst, he can arrange for a new batch of employees to come in. At that time, the company will still be under his control. What can Yun Huanling do?

"As for firing employees, this isn't just a personal issue; it's part of the broader strategic transformation of the new company. Your thirty-eight relatives are like outdated decorations. While they once added to the company's charm, it's time to set them free."

"You seem a little reluctant to leave? Don't worry, I won't let you be alone for too long." Yun Huanling patted his shoulder and comforted him, "I specially prepared a generous gift for you."

Hearing this, the general manager turned as pale as if he had seen a ghost, and a flash of panic flashed across his face, but he quickly adjusted his breathing, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart, and forced a smile on the corner of his mouth that was even more twisted than a bitter smile.

"Surprise? Humph, I want to see what you're up to."

A sly glint flickered in Yun Huanling's eyes. She swiftly flipped open the document and placed it before the general manager without hesitation. "This is a 'generous gift' I specially prepared for you—an in-depth analysis of your personal abilities, plus a comprehensive overview of market salaries."

"With your talent, you are a real gem in our small company."

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The general manager frowned and flipped through the report with a look of suspicion. He read through the pages one by one, and the expression on his face changed like a color palette.

Every sentence in the report was like a precise arrow, hitting the weak spot in his ability; and those salary data made him feel as if he was ruthlessly marginalized by the market, with a frustratingly low cost-effectiveness.

"For the long-term development of the company and the cohesion of the team, I have decided to give you a chance for a 'transformation'—a new position where you can fully display your talents. Of course, the salary will absolutely keep pace with the market."

Yun Huanling spoke passionately, "However, this position requires you to temporarily leave the management level, go deep into the grassroots, and start from scratch. Believe me, this will be a rebirth of your soul and a huge leap in your life!"

The general manager's hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and documents fell to the ground like fallen leaves. He widened his eyes and stared at Yun Huanling in disbelief.

From general manager to front-line employee, this is not just a sudden drop in position, but also a huge gap in dignity and power.

To make him go from a high-ranking manager to a front-line soldier? No, he couldn't accept such an arrangement.

Discussions arose one after another, and the air was filled with a subtle and complex atmosphere of "you know what I mean".

Those employees who had originally fantasized about receiving a letter of retention saying "Don't go, baby, the company can't live without you" now feel mixed emotions, as if they were suddenly told "You are actually just an NPC."

They were like extras who had been suddenly kicked out of a script. On the one hand, they felt a tinge of guilt for their "voluntary resignation", and on the other hand, they were completely bewildered by Yun Huanling's calm expression of "Oh, you're leaving? Goodbye then." "They must have stepped on some strange formation this morning!"

They are like a group of birds lost in the urban jungle, looking left and right but unable to find their way home.

As for our Huan Ling, every look and every movement of hers silently declares: "The company is not the earth that will stop turning without anyone, but the company will continue to operate normally without anyone." This calm confidence is like throwing a "shock bomb" in the hearts of the employees, leaving them burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

A senior employee suddenly spoke up: "Everyone, listen to me! President Yun is right! We all have the right to pursue our dreams, but don't forget that we were once revolutionary comrades who ate from the same pot."

"It would be so cool if I could come back with all my achievements shining brightly in the future!"

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a shot of adrenaline for everyone, and the originally chaotic atmosphere was instantly calmed down and in order.

The employees began to think about their own things. Some frowned as they pondered the philosophy of life, while others were dissatisfied but did not dare to speak out. "Yun Huanling, just wait and see. Our departure will definitely be your loss!"

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As for Huan Ling, she was sitting comfortably in the office upstairs, leisurely watching this "employee inner monologue award" through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

A true BOSS must not only be able to stabilize the overall situation in the face of storms, but also be able to sow the seeds of hope in adversity, so that the team can become more united and braver after each challenge!
She took a sip of the wolfberry tea in the thermos cup with a faint smile.

She is serious about the road of health preservation. With wolfberry in hand, you can live to be 99!

Huanling Yun knows very well that the growth of an enterprise is like stewing a traditional soup, and change is the strong ingredient that needs to be added at the right time to make the soup delicious and nutritious.

As for this personnel turnover, she wants elite soldiers and generals, but termites? Sorry, your ticket has expired.

On the way to the company, Huanling Yun was thinking about it, and it was like she was holding a planning meeting for a "cleaning operation" in her mind.

Thinking about how to properly start to eliminate those parasites within the company who rely on connections to get something for nothing.

Those people with connections who have the aura of "immortal cockroaches" and are good at "snail-like working methods" look very uncomfortable.

She imagined countless scenarios: should she hold a "Truth or Dare" style general meeting, or conduct an "undercover operation in the workplace", or simply launch a "Who is the cutest termite" voting campaign and then persuade them to quit?

This is really a technical job, even more nerve-wracking than researching combat mechas!
Guess what happened? Before Yun Huanling could even unleash her "Thirty-Six Stratagems," the joint resignation letters, like falling autumn leaves, were delivered to her desk by the general manager's secretary without a trace of lingering affection.

Such speed, such efficiency, he is the "Flash Man of the Resignation World"!

Yun Huanling looked at the stack of letters, feeling both surprised and a little unreal.

But, on second thought, isn't this God's will?

It saved her the trouble of making painstaking plans and simply gave her a "cleaning gift package".

Sometimes, plans cannot keep up with changes, but changes can also bring unexpected and satisfactory results.

I give a thumbs up to these "resignation warriors": Since you are so self-conscious, I will accept this "big gift" without hesitation.

The ten employees downstairs seemed to be struck by lightning at first, with shock and confusion, but soon they found their own "navigator". Each of them seemed to be energized, with a clear direction that was impressive.

They began to realize that leaving their jobs is not a Waterloo in life, but the starting point of free flight and a "hidden level" for self-exploration and transcendence.

Those employees who had some emotions in their hearts, after receiving "chicken soup irrigation" from their colleagues and deep "soul-searching" of themselves, slowly put down the big stone in their hearts, and turned it into a hiking pole to climb to the top, full of motivation!

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Yun Huanling picked up the pen and quickly signed the resignation application.

After signing, she pressed the button on the intercom, her voice clear yet commanding: "Notify the Human Resources Department to activate the 'Prodigal Son Return Plan.' Leave a door open for those employees who were inexplicably fired by the General Manager and want to return. As long as they are willing to come back with new skills and a new attitude!"

Ten minutes later, in the chairman's office, there was a harmonious and serious scene. Twelve college student interns stood in a row, waiting for the nitpicking sapling.

It’s more like a primary school student waiting for the teacher to call his name, but this time, the name called is “official team member”!

Huan Ling completely ignored the mixed expressions on the interns' faces: "Is it nervousness? Is it anticipation? Or is it the dark circles from staying up late last night?"

Facing a group of interns whose heads were filled with the question "Did I do something wrong?", she smiled slightly, with a hint of cunning that "the surprise is about to be revealed".

"From today on, you will officially bid farewell to the word 'internship' and become full-time employees. Not only that, your salary will be doubled. Don't tell me that your hearts are not fluttering. I would be sad!" There was humor and sincerity in Huanling's words, which made people want to applaud him and give him a chicken drumstick.

"Just treat today's 'little incident' as a fart and forget it. Tomorrow morning, I hope to find my mailbox filled with your weekly work reports. As for the money, clock in on time at the end of the month and the meeting is over."

The moment they walked out of the office, the twelve interns were in a state of panic, looking at each other, their facial expressions completely out of control.

His steps were as light as a bird that had just learned to fly.

"Am I still dreaming about getting a raise in my dorm bed?"

"Or has the company installed a new dream simulator?"

"Wait, is this a TV show? Did I forget to get the script?"

"Should I try hitting myself?"

They pinched each other's arms to confirm that this was not a collective hallucination. They were so excited that it was like "after climbing high and deep, you thought there was no way out, but suddenly you see another village with willows and flowers."

It is definitely the beginning of "the emancipated serfs singing".

I no longer have to worry about the pitiful internship salary, and finally I no longer have to worry about whether the instant noodles at the end of the month will be braised or seafood flavored.

(End of this chapter)