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

Chapter 908 The Extravagant Attire of the Other Shore Annual Meeting

The lyrics of "The Song of the Working Class" are actually divided into two parts:

The first half depicts the current "three stupidities" of working people: stupid bosses, stupid companies, and stupid environments;
The second half shifts to the blissful days working on the other side of the ocean, creating a stark contrast with the first half and delivering a powerful impact.

When the song ended, the entire audience erupted in applause!

The lyrics of this song were written by a new employee who had been with the company for less than half a year. They were polished by many colleagues and embody the true feelings of many people.

Not every employee's first job is on the other side; that's only a minority.

Most people from other countries have spent several years honing their skills at other companies.

Therefore, the employees on site deeply empathized with the situation described in the lyrics, and their sense of immersion was overwhelming. It was more of a feeling of "remembering the bitter past and appreciating the sweet present".

For those newcomers to the workplace who have just graduated and have never been "beaten up," this performance brings a different kind of shock: Is the world outside really so harsh and dangerous?
What followed was a surge of intense relief—thankfully, I hadn't chosen another major company...

Overall, the audience at the venue remained relatively calm, but the online viewers watching the annual meeting were quite unsettled.

"Damn, who understands the pain of working late on a Friday night to watch the company's annual meeting? It feels like the lyrics are describing our company perfectly."

"Talented people emerge from the other side in every generation"—this phrase truly resonates with me.

"Everyone goes crazy at work; it's just a matter of 'toughing it out'."

"Day 1478 of envying employees on the other side."

"I hope that in my lifetime I will see the day when the working environment changes."

"Next up is our most 'mysterious' program of the night, and also the one that's generating the most discussion on the internal forum—"

As the host announced the program on stage, backstage, Chen Mo looked at the 'performance costume' handed to him by Xu Peixin, and couldn't bear to look at it, his face full of disgust and resistance.
"Aren't there any other styles? It's 8102 already, this is so old-school..."

"Boss, you said it yourself, it has to be down-to-earth."

"You should at least let me see it beforehand, it's even more outdated than my school uniform."

"Didn't you say that everyone should have some fun after a year of hard work?"

"I told you to be down-to-earth, but you went and gave me a taste of the earth. You should have at least shown me beforehand."

You said you wanted to keep it a secret.

Chen Mo: "."

Despite his complaints, he still put on the clothes, then turned to look at Xu Chaojun, Chen Tong, and Zhang Xiaolong behind him, who were covering their mouths and snickering. "What are you looking at? Everyone's here. Changing clothes, it's like you guys aren't included."

After everyone had finished their costume changes, Chen Mo, who stood out from the crowd, suddenly realized that he seemed to be doing well again. "Sure enough, a good-looking person can walk the runway even in a burlap sack."

One sentence earned him the collective contempt of the surrounding executives.
On stage, the host continued to dutifully announce the program.
"Mr. Chen Mo, the chairman who usually strategizes in the conference room and is elegant at press conferences, will lead all senior executives to bring a unique performance."

This was a completely real segment that was not rehearsed at all.

Please enjoy the large-scale reality show presented by the group's management team: "The Times Are Calling!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the large screen simultaneously switched to images of employees in each branch venue eagerly awaiting the event, and the live chat exploded with comments:
"Is there another expert?"

"The other side is about to unleash a powerful attack!"

"Executives walking the runway? A group singing performance?"

"Really? I don't believe it! How could there be absolutely no leaks?"

Just as everyone was speculating, the "Athletes' March," a song etched into everyone's DNA from their student days, suddenly began to play.

Three large screens overhead lit up simultaneously, and the large screens in the main venue and all the branch venues were quickly divided into multiple camera feeds.

On both sides of the passageway, led by Chen Mo, a dozen or so executives, usually dressed in suits and ties with serious expressions, were now dressed in uniform, slightly tight or loose "school uniforms" bearing the company logo. They lined up in somewhat disorderly rows and jogged onto the stage with a slightly uneasy air. Although both were blue and white, the company uniforms from Beyond were always stylish and sophisticated, but the "school uniforms" worn by the executives looked as if they had traveled from the last century, as outdated as could be.

"Chen Mo," acting as the "sports representative," shouted slogans and led this "ragtag group" to their positions. Since there was absolutely no rehearsal, the entire performance was improvised, resulting in a series of awkward and comical mishaps.

At this moment, the "Other Shore Executives' Battle Song" began to play, and a deliberately affected voice echoed throughout the room:
"Ah~~ On this crisp winter day, we are honored to welcome the splendid appearance of the senior executives of the Beyond Group..."

Next up is a submission from the Other Shore Culture Department:

The rolling green hills cannot confine your soaring dreams; the surging river cannot hinder your upward strides...

Beyond Entertainment also released a powerful article:
When paths cross, the brave prevail; on the stage of glory, who will reign supreme? Leaders, strive for excellence! Leaders, keep pushing forward! Leaders, fight on!
"Say it all and you'll get it~~"

Chen Mo stood at the very front, looking up at the sky, trying his best to keep his face calm, but the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

I have to finish the task that I personally assigned, even if it means shedding tears...

Amidst the laughter of the entire audience, he kept trying to reassure himself: It only happens once a year, and we're all family here, so there's nothing to be embarrassed about.

The music style changed in the next moment.

"The ninth set of broadcast gymnastics will now begin."

The executives on stage lost their usual composure and were visibly flustered. After all, they were more familiar with the seventh or eighth set of broadcast gymnastics, and who knew what new moves the ninth set had come up with in recent years.

Moreover, even the seventh and eighth sets of equipment have been forgotten by the teachers long ago, having been out of school for so many years.

"Section One, Stretching Exercises, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight..."

The broadcast is ruthless and will not give them time to hesitate.

Chen Mo stood in the center of the first row, gesturing and guessing as he tried his best to keep up with the pace;

The executives back home began to "get free rein":
Zhang Xiaolong's eyes lit up, and he copied the cat's movements;

Xu Chaojun's movements were extremely forceful and stiff, like those of a mentally challenged artificial robot.

Zhang Changfa thought of Wu Lao Er at the village entrance, who was trembling all over from a stroke, holding a six in his left hand and a seven in his right, drawing circles under his feet—he had never done any exercises in his life.
Wu Dan and Chen Tong got their left and right directions wrong, and their arms bumped together, almost causing them to fall.
The formation of dozens of people was filled with laughter wherever the camera focused.

The sub-venues were equally impressive: some participants kicked their legs to heights comparable to kindergarteners, while others even kicked with the same hand and foot in unison.
"Section 8, Cool-down exercise, one two three four, five six seven eight..."

As the music slowed down, most of the executives were already panting, sweating profusely, and their movements were all over the place—some were shaking their hands, some were shaking their heads, and the formation was already in complete disarray.

But after experiencing initial panic and tension, followed by a sense of despair in the middle stage, everyone finally wore relaxed and happy smiles on their faces.

Chen Mo, in particular, took a very serious deep breath at the end, even giving a thumbs-up to the camera, despite being tired.

The entire venue fell silent for a moment, then erupted in thunderous applause, cheers, and whistles that lasted for a long time!

On the large screens in each of the branch venues, colleagues could be seen laughing heartily.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments like "Hahaha," "So down-to-earth!" "The other side is awesome!" "Chen Mo is so cute!" "Will HR get fired tomorrow for stepping into the company with his left foot?"
As the program ended, the executives from the other side scattered in panic.
As the program ended, the executives scattered in panic...

After the noise subsided, the stage returned to calm.

Wearing a school uniform, Chen Mo walked to the center with a microphone:

"Next, there are two things to announce..."

It's here, it's finally here—

The numerous business owners lurking in the live stream were waiting for Chen Mo's final speech of the year.

Because this represents the trend in the internet industry.

On the other side, where will the new year blow?
(End of this chapter)