Chapter 50

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Old Bear was a forward-thinking man who enjoyed an atmosphere of freedom, democracy, and negotiation. However, with his public resignation as the founder, Wei Qian became the dictator of the entire company, and the old system of lively debates and approvals quickly became obsolete.

As Lin Qing put it, since Mr. Wei became Director Wei, his terror level escalated from a "big sneezing monster" to a "demon king." The once humane and flat-hierarchical company became as fragile as a soap bubble, shattered with a single slap from him.

Within a week of Wei Qian's appointment, the entire company turned into a mechanized concentration camp.

Surprisingly, under this Nazi-like pressure, work efficiency almost doubled.

During lunch break, the HR department locked its doors to discuss this outcome internally. Lin Qing summed up the reason: every time Director Wei coldly stared at someone delaying his work, that gaze made people shudder and almost want to leave immediately.

The insider information from Wei Qian's office was dubbed the "Midnight Bell." Answering the phone to his succinct and abrupt command, "Come to my office," was as terrifying as a death sentence.

The documents to be submitted to creditors were repeatedly sent back by Wei Qian for rewriting over twenty times, leaving the managers of the investment, finance, and budget departments feeling as if they were about to sacrifice themselves.

They had to work overtime, and administrative and HR departments had to cooperate. Even the headquarters dared not step out to buy drinks, only sneaking out occasionally.

And so, for over half a month, day and night blurred into one, with an average daily work time exceeding twelve hours.

As for... weekends? What were those? Did they even exist?

Finally, after much struggle, the final version received Wei Qian's reluctant approval.

The perception that the new boss was a lunatic became ingrained in the minds of every employee, yet strangely, none of them resigned in the end.

In times of crisis, lunatics were more effective than lenient leaders.

A month later, Wei Qian, accompanied by San Pang and two department managers, visited several creditors and underwent numerous negotiations.

The result was a success; Wei Qian managed to extend the repayment deadline by a year.

The cost was that he had almost entirely mortgaged the equity of the projects currently in progress.

As San Pang put it, "Well, now we've gone from a death sentence to a reprieve — hey, isn't that your kid Xiao Yuan? What's he doing here?"

Wei Qian had the car parked under the company's office building and leaned out, asking, "Why are you here?"

Wei Zhiyuan got off his bicycle and handed a lunchbox through the car window, saying, "I'll be attending a seminar with a teacher out of town next week, might not be back until the weekend. I've arranged everything for what to do each day, and I've paid the hourly maid for her work and grocery expenses. If there's any laundry, just leave it in the small basket by the door, she'll pick it up. I've also bought extra daily necessities for the house, organized Grandma's medicine in order, with instructions on how many pills to take for each, pasted next to each bottle. If Xiao Bao isn't home, you can give it to her, three times a day."

Wei Qian subtly frowned. Although there was nothing he needed to do among Wei Zhiyuan's long list of instructions, hearing it all felt both trivial and troublesome.

"Remember to eat on time," Wei Zhiyuan said, "I've put a crate of milk in the fridge. Warm it up before drinking, don't drink it cold."

After Wei Zhiyuan finished his instructions, he seemed to remember that there were others present, and with a slightly embarrassed smile, as if realizing someone else was there, he said, "Bro, San, I'm off then."

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