Information updated quickly. After refreshing the page, Song Yuanzong had changed Xiao Xun's position to Technical Director.
Using the system, he found Zhang Youwei's contact information and added him as a friend. To his surprise, he hadn't been added after an hour.
Clicking on his personal details, he found his mobile number. Xiao Xun called him directly.
The call was answered quickly. "Hello, who is this?"
"This is Xiao Xun from the Technical Department. Director Zhang, you left without handing over anything to me."
Xiao Xun emphasized the word "Director."
Facing Xiao Xun's questioning, Zhang Youwei almost threw his phone away. "Aren't you the technical 'big shot'? Isn't anything easily solved in front of you? I think the Technical Department can manage with just you. Keeping so many 'incompetent fools' is a waste of the company's money, don't you agree?"
If Xiao Xun had intended to record this statement and broadcast it to others, Zhang Youwei's past misdeeds in the Technical Department would have spread throughout the company in less than two days.
It wasn't that Xiao Xun hadn't thought of it, but he didn't do it.
He said with a poker face, "I'm talking about the work handover. You can find the General Manager or report to the Board of Directors about personnel appointments and removals. There's no need to vent your anger at me. We're all working here, let's save each other some face."
"Go to hell! You're still wet behind the ears, don't talk to me in that tone. When I was coding, you didn't even know where to pee and play in the mud. What right do you have to lecture me?" After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.
Xiao Xun was not angered. He directly sent a text message to Zhang Youwei: If the Technical Department encounters problems due to your failure to hand over work on time, you will bear all the consequences personally. Regarding the direct and indirect economic losses, I probably don't need to say more, but you should have signed a job responsibility guarantee letter, right!
After sending the text message, Xiao Xun downloaded several games he usually enjoyed playing on the company-issued computer and couldn't help but praise, "As expected of a big company, the internet speed is fast."
Just as he finished downloading the last game, Zhang Youwei walked in with a sullen face.
Xiao Xun leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs. "Director Zhang, you seem very unhappy! Actually, you should thank me."
Zhang Youwei frowned. "Thank you?"
"Of course. Many large technology companies are already developing 'Star Chart' system architecture and applications. Our company can't even handle 'Cloud Chart,' and we'll be eliminated sooner or later. It's either the company or you who will be eliminated. Taking this opportunity to become an Office Director to enjoy your old age is already a very good choice. In some places, the Office Director is considered a position second only to the General Manager. You should perform well and get a formal promotion soon."
Zhang Youwei sat down on the sofa opposite Xiao Xun unceremoniously. This sofa was once personally selected by him. Technical Director, an independent office, a floor-to-ceiling glass window, and a dedicated assistant.
The Office Director, along with a group of clerks, were squeezed into one office area, dealing with all sorts of trivial matters, working overtime until late at night, and their bonuses were not as high as a departmental manager's performance in the Technical Department. The thought alone gave him a headache.
When the previous deputy director of the office retired, he didn't take it seriously, thinking that it was a place for retirement and that no matter who went there, it wouldn't be him, the head of the Technical Department. He never expected it to come true.
Especially facing Xiao Xun's threat, he felt very indignant and said sarcastically, "So, according to you, I should thank you."
"No need to thank me. You just finish the handover, and I'll take care of the rest."
Although Zhang Youwei felt resentful and unwilling, he still relied on this job for his livelihood. Resigning or changing jobs was something he wouldn't dare to do. As Xiao Xun said, technology changes too quickly, and his own skills had long become obsolete.
It was like the saying: by the time a person who learned to repair pagers graduated, pagers themselves had already 'graduated.'
Perhaps the Office Director was also a good choice, better than having to re-submit resumes and look for a job in his late forties.
Thinking of this, Zhang Youwei felt much happier and his burden lightened.
Especially when Xiao Xun said that sentence as he was about to leave, "People outside, including you, should feel fortunate, because with me here, you can still be an Office Director. Without me, you and everyone else outside would have to find new jobs."
Soon it was time for dinner. He had used Secretary Fan's card at noon, but had no card to use at night, yet he couldn't resist the delicious food.
He wanted to ask if the counter accepted cash payment because he saw that the food there was very cheap.
He arrived at the cafeteria early and took out cash to buy half a roast duck.
"I'm sorry, company regulations state that the cafeteria does not accept cash. If found, you will be fired. Please don't make it difficult for us."
The auntie in charge of serving food spoke very politely. It wasn't that she was usually polite, but she remembered him having a pleasant conversation with Secretary Fan during lunch.
On the way to work, the company had basically spread the news that a young man had paid six million yuan for the position of Technical Director.
The initial version was spread by the receptionist. In the morning, a young man came to return the General Manager's money, a total of six million yuan.
In the morning, people from the Technical Department posted on social media that the Technical Department had a major shake-up, with Director Zhang being replaced by Director Lu.
Someone secretly took a picture of Xiao Xun, and after the receptionist confirmed it in the morning, everyone agreed that returning the money was fake, and buying the 'official' position was true.
Several 'dismissed' team leaders and two section chiefs, who felt they had found leverage, jointly reported to the Board of Directors and the President's Office.
The President's Office, upon receiving the report, was stunned. The President's secretary, looking at the report, held her forehead and said, "Six million yuan for a Technical Director? Is our St. Santoro's Director position that worthless?"
The Board of Directors was also surprised, and all the reports were in person, naming Wang Sucheng. Wang Sucheng was the General Manager unanimously approved by the Board of Directors back then. He was experienced, had an excellent resume, was well-regarded in the industry, and was very capable, refusing offers from many big bosses at high salaries.
However, receiving personal reports could not be ignored, because accepting bribes is an unforgivable bottom line in any place or enterprise, especially for high-level personnel, and the amount was quite substantial.
When Wang Sucheng received the notice of suspension and investigation, he was bewildered. "Which lunatic is so bored? They didn't even make up a better lie. If they were going to fabricate it, they should have at least made it thirty or forty million, not six million."
Wang Sucheng murmured to himself and then paused, "Six million?" His eyes rolled. "I know." He immediately guessed where the rumor had originated. After the morning meeting, Secretary Fan told him that someone had come to return money at the front desk. The front desk staff would definitely inquire about this amount.
And only Secretary Fan knew the true amount of the repayment. Judging by her recent behavior, she was an old employee who joined the company at the same time as Zhang Youwei, so it was inevitable that there might be mutual assistance.
However, Secretary Fan knew the rumor was false, and it wouldn't cause any harm to him or Xiao Xun. Spreading it would have little meaning, and after the headquarters traced the source, she might be held accountable. Therefore, the front desk was the most likely culprit.
Thinking of this, he leaned back in his chair. "What a bunch of 'divine assists.' I was just worrying about how to let those 'old foxes' on the board know the profits I've brought to the company, and now they're coming to me." He couldn't hide his smile, excitedly lit a cigar, and even poured a glass of red wine during working hours.
"It's fine too. Let's consider it a holiday. It's good to rest for a couple of days."