I'm sitting in my $3 million boss chair. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office is the core CBD of the city. In front of me is a newly printed, 20-page "Salary Structure Optimization Plan for 2024". Once this thing is implemented, the company can save at least more than 20 million in labor costs.
Opposite me, my subordinate Li Wei, the leader of the recruitment team, was complaining with tears and runny noses about a colleague who died suddenly while working overtime. I turned the pen in my hand and listened to her cry expressionlessly. In fact, I'm already calculating turnover rates in my head.
"Sister Zhaoning, he has two children at home! Aren't the companies afraid of retribution for doing this kind of thing?" Li Wei cried until her makeup was stained. "Aren't we just treated as consumables?"
I sighed. Supplies? After all, there is still money to be squeezed. I am the saddest one - serving as both a consumable and an oil press. The position of HR is not a human being inside or outside.
"The company has already paid the pension." I said calmly, "There is no problem with the process. Li Wei, let me remind you that your quarterly evaluation is in my hands."
Li Wei was stunned, tears still hanging on her face. She instinctively took a step back and looked at me like a monster: "Shen Zhaoning, you really have no heart."
"I have a heart." I opened the drawer and pushed a "Resignation Application Form" in front of her. "My heart is still beating. I have to be responsible for every penny of the company. If you are unhappy, sign and leave."
Li Wei stared at the application for thirty seconds, and finally picked up the pen tremblingly.
