Rebirth 2010: I taught Mr. Lei how to make a mobile phone

Chapter 826 There Has Never Been a Savior
Should we start a live stream?
this is a problem.

This is also the most controversial issue they have encountered since the establishment of the Peiqiang Program.

The benefits of starting a live stream are obvious: it can make the plan widely known, increase its influence, and convey the attitude of the other side to the outside world.

However, the drawbacks are equally prominent—it might alert the enemy and lead to even more severe challenges and obstacles.

Finally, Chen Mo made the final decision: "Open!"

But it's not about driving recklessly, but about "driving slowly, driving carefully, and driving strategically."

Therefore, this live broadcast was placed in the most crucial final selection stage. The other side did not invest any publicity resources, just like a flower in the corner, blooming quietly.

The goal is to encourage those who come in earlier to join in, thus creating a shared viewing experience and generating a spontaneous, viral effect.

Within just two hours of its launch on the official Douyin account, this large-scale workplace reality show, which originated in Beijing and was jokingly referred to by netizens as "the boss's battle royale," began to spread like ripples across the internet.

Xiao Liu is an ordinary product manager at Good Doctor Online.

The title sounds like it has the word "manager" in it, like a management position, but in reality it's just about guessing what your superiors want and making demands, without even having anyone under you.

Today was a normal workday. During lunch, a colleague mentioned that the other side was holding a corporate event and was broadcasting it live.

Just like when he was a child, he looked forward to his parents going out, and when he was in school, he looked forward to the teachers' meetings. The sudden disappearance of the two big bosses of the company at the beginning of this week gave him two really easy days.

He later discovered that he didn't hate going to work, but rather hated his boss. The exhaustion he felt at work wasn't physical from the heavy workload, but mental from dealing with his boss.

Yesterday, the Empress Dowager returned to her post, and he waited in line for more than two hours at her workstation outside to get the proposal approved. When it was finally her turn, she said, "I have a conference call. Wait for me to come back before you go through it."

Another hour passed.
After all, their company is an internet company. Is it really that difficult to create a queuing system like a bank or hospital?
Of course, this suggestion was brought up indirectly, but it was ignored.

By the time the plan was approved, he was practically dying.

The sun is almost setting, which is a minor matter.

Upon entering the office, the plan I had prepared according to what she had mentioned earlier was mostly rejected by this old hag. Then, she revised it according to her own ideas, creating a new plan that was even worse than the original. However, she seemed to be in a hurry.

As night fell after the proposal was finalized, the old lady added before the end, "Xiao Liu, this requirement must be completed by tomorrow morning. We can't keep the tech team waiting for you alone."

As a result, he worked overtime until 1 a.m. last night and had to rush to the requirements meeting early this morning. He only slept for four hours a day and his mind is now a beat slow.

Besides the old lady, the "hypocrite" was also nowhere to be seen today. Could it be...?

With that thought in mind, Xiao Liu finished his meal in a few bites with the speed of a special forces soldier. Taking advantage of his lunch break, he opened Douyin and found the live broadcast room of the Bi'an Group.

The scene in the video startled him; half of the workstations were empty, and the rest of the people were engrossed in their work, just like his company.

Looking at the number of online users, it has already exceeded 5.

This live stream is different from others. It not only has a detailed theme page and introduction, but also a customization function. There are ten close-up camera angles alone.

The faces of the people in the picture are blurred, and only the company number is marked, making it impossible to tell who they are.

Let me see where you two are hiding?
Xiao Liu muttered to himself, his fingers constantly switching camera angles.

Suddenly, he froze—on one of the wrists in the image, the faint outline of a tattoo was visible.

Xiao Liu laughed: "You old geezer, I've got you!"

The company explicitly forbids hiring people who smoke, have tattoos, or dye their hair, but ironically, this old guy himself has tattoos.

Few people in the company knew about this. Only someone like him, who went to review plans every few days like he was "visiting a grave," noticed the small tattoo hidden under the old lady's watch on her right wrist.

Looking at the person next to him, wasn't that "Yue Buqun"? Watching him being scolded by the Empress Dowager like a grandson, Xiao Liu felt a surge of secret pleasure.

If he, as a product manager, was so frustrated, how much better could Yue Buqun, as the CEO, be, after all, the Empress Dowager was his teacher?

You've finally met your match!

It's a pity the gift-giving function was turned off in the live stream, otherwise he would have sent a rocket gift.

He was determined to see how long these two could hold out; they'd have to stay up until at least 1 a.m.

Looking at the number 0914, he silently memorized it.

He casually shared the live stream to his private colleagues' chat group, since he had to do something even if they weren't allowed to send gifts.

At 1:55 p.m., the sound of ox and horse bells rang out in the company, and many oxen and horses that were originally crawling or half-lying on the chairs slowly woke up and began to work.

Good Doctor's lunch break is from 12 pm to 2 pm, a full two hours, and the company also allows employees to buy their own beds so they can lie down during their lunch break.

The reason for such leniency is that although the official closing time is 6:30 PM, almost no one dares to leave before 8 PM. Even if someone leaves at 8 PM, some managers believe that leaving early might result in a talk with them, so leaving around 9 PM is the norm.
Besides the two bosses, the company also has a group of henchmen managers who have long been subjected to psychological manipulation (PUA) and are implementing this work model.
Before starting work, Xiao Liu glanced at the live stream chat:
"Our boss recently disappeared too, he's in Beijing, I wonder if he's one of those people."

"This move by the other side is very gratifying; these bosses should also experience the hardship of working overtime."

"Look, a boss fell asleep and got woken up by staff from the other side and given a yellow card, hahaha XSWL"

"I feel like I've got my entertainment program all year round. These days, only the other side would come up with something as exciting as this for us working-class folks! The other side is awesome!"

At that moment, a distant yet familiar instrumental piece of music came through Xiao Liu's headphones, giving him a surge of adrenaline.
Is this the Internationale?
The comments section even featured lyrics typed out by netizens to match the background music.
There has never been a savior. The most hateful are those venomous snakes and ferocious beasts that have devoured our flesh and blood.

Before closing the live stream, Xiao Liu saw that the number of viewers had exceeded 10.
Xiao Liu vaguely felt that these people were all laborers like him, and that the other side was uniting everyone through the live broadcast.
As the number of viewers in the live stream continues to rise, its influence is also growing.

As the popularity of live streaming increases, its influence grows.

By evening, this had attracted the attention of multiple media outlets:
The Beijing News Quick Commentary: "A True Account of Workplace Survival, a Revealing Mirror of Capital"

Special Feature in Social Observer: When Exploiters Become Exploited—An Absurd Yet Profound Experiment on Humanity

Southern Metropolis Daily published an article titled: "Judging Capitalists Using Capitalist Rules? What is the Real Meaning Behind This Move?"

Time is a magical thing.

Sometimes time is like a thief, sneaking into your life silently and stealing your most precious moments.

When you are immersed in joy or focused on what you love, it works its magic, making time slip through your fingers like sand, leaving only the amazement of "how fast it went by."

Sometimes time is like a stubborn old judge, holding a heavy gavel, striking every second with exceptional clarity and severity.

When you are trapped in agonizing waiting or enduring pain, it slows down, making every minute and every second feel like a stretched rubber band, reluctant to break, leaving you with the anxiety of "why isn't it over yet?"

What's even more amazing is that when we look back, the happy times that were "stolen" by time seem to stretch out in our memories, while the difficult times that felt like an eternity seem to come out very short.

But more often than not, they are fragments of memories that connect our entire lives.

For ordinary people, an eight-hour workday is not difficult; for bosses, it is also easy.

Some bosses with a strong sense of career ambition actually have a much heavier workload and more mental stress than their employees. Of course, this is also driven by profit. The motivation is naturally different between a monthly salary of one million and a monthly salary of tens of thousands.

That's why there's a saying online: "With 5,000 yuan a month, even a dog wouldn't work overtime; with 50,000 yuan a month, even a dog wouldn't work overtime, but I would. From now on, the company is my home!"

However, for those bosses who are used to a relaxed lifestyle, the sudden increase in workload is extremely difficult for them to adapt to, but they are reluctant to give it up, so they can only persevere and endure it.

During the day, some people went out to answer phone calls and returned with ashen faces.

They just received news that the other side is broadcasting live!

Although their appearances were altered, these business owners felt like monkeys in a zoo, being watched by countless eyes.

It was only then that I remembered that the signed statement contained a clause stating that "the event may be broadcast live or recorded." I hadn't paid attention to it at the time, but it turns out that was what I was waiting for.

To be honest, ever since they realized that countless eyes were watching them, they have become even more focused and dedicated to their work.

Eight hours passed in the blink of an eye.

All the participating bosses persevered; not a single one withdrew.

At 8 p.m., as the staff from the other side of the room began to change shifts, some bosses revealed their grief and indignation.

The employees at Bi'an all work an 8-hour workday. This guy surnamed Chen is really treating them like cattle and horses. And all he writes are cooperation proposals related to Bi'an.

If this is eliminated, wouldn't it become free labor, a freebie scheme?

At 9:13 PM, the loudspeaker suddenly announced: "Number 3918, OUT!"

Nine hours and thirteen minutes after the assessment began, the first person to be eliminated was identified.

The man at his workstation stood up, his eyes glazed over. It wasn't that he couldn't hold on; rather, he had failed to complete his project within the allotted time three times in a row and was deemed unqualified.

He felt deeply aggrieved. The company's projects were all secured through connections; how could they possibly understand these professional solutions? This was simply asking the impossible!
Then, on the front workbench, in full view of everyone, license plate number 3918 was pulverized into powder by a shredder, revealing the answer to the mystery of the license plate: Jingcheng Yiqi Technology Company.

The public execution made everyone present feel a pang of sympathy, as if they were all sharing a sense of shared fate.

Night is deep.

As the night deepened, the first elimination seemed to open a floodgate, and the sounds of elimination followed one after another.

The company's license plate was repeatedly crushed and swept into the trash can, like discarded garbage.

(End of this chapter)