Ever since Jack Ma and the Eighteen Arhats founded Factory A, one of the three giants, in their lakeside home, Lin'an has always been a major Internet town in China, with large factories gathering there.

Lin Yi is just an inconspicuous screw from a large manufacturer.

It's a Friday afternoon.

Although it's not yet time to get off work, everyone is tapping the keyboard anxiously, making a crackling sound.

It seems that he is staring at the screen with all his attention, but in fact he has not written a few lines of code. His eyes glance at the time in the lower right corner from time to time, much like a student waiting for the bell to end get out of class.

This is the only day of the week that the company tacitly allows coders to get off work at a certain time, and the leaders always turn a blind eye and sit in the office without coming out.

Of course, after get off work returns to get off work, work returns to work, and the deadline will not be shaken just because of get off work.

Deadline, translated means deadline, but Lin Yi feels that it is not as accurate as the literal translation:

Dead line.

The atmosphere today is unusual. Just now, the HRBP of our department entered the office of the department boss with a stack of documents and stayed there for a while.

The so-called HRBP, scientifically known as human resources business partner, is a new thing that major companies have come up with in recent years. It is euphemistically called management innovation.

I don’t know who copied whom.

The name is quite deceiving. It is said to be for the purpose of getting deep into the front line of business, and its role is probably equivalent to the "military chaplain" in the company.

It's of no use.

While everyone was secretly speculating, the door opened.

The boss stuck his head out and looked around, then waved to the nearest subordinate:

"Come in for a moment."

The unfortunate guy stood up nervously, walked into the office with difficulty and closed the door, cutting off all sounds.

Soon, the door opened again, and the unfortunate guy came out with a slumped face. Facing everyone's gaze, he nodded resignedly and said:

"It's layoffs."

That's right, HRBP only has a strong presence in one situation, and that's the current one:

The priest was transferred to supervise the battle team, and his sword was directed inwards to chop his own people.

And it's a killing spree, one step beyond the reach of the gods.

The unfortunate man turned to a colleague next to him and patted the baffle of his work station: "You go in, the boss yelled."

The originally quiet office suddenly exploded, and there was a lot of discussion.

"It's too sudden. You didn't even say hello in advance!" Someone was caught off guard.

"Sooner or later, some time ago, a large factory in Pengcheng sent two HRs over overnight and laid off hundreds of people in the Lin'an office in one day." Someone shared the gossip.

"Damn! I just paid the down payment a few days ago, what should I do with the mortgage?" Some people were panicked.

Lin Yi belongs to the relatively calm group.

He is considered an old man in the department. He sits alone in a "view seat" by the window, enjoying a 180-degree golden view.

As the overtime night light in the department, I usually have to finish my dinner in the cafeteria even on Fridays, and wait until after nine o'clock when the taxi can be reimbursed before I leave.

After hearing the news, he took back his hands from typing on the keyboard.

Because he rarely sees the light, Lin Yi's skin shows an unhealthy whiteness, but he still retains a bit of a youthful look.

He did not discuss it with the others, turned to face the window, and silently thought about his own plan.

The street downstairs was not affected by the little noise in the office. People were still coming and going, and there was still a lot of traffic.

After almost ten minutes, I finally greeted him.

He walked into the office without saying a word and sat across from the boss and the man.

Suddenly the posture felt a bit like an interview.

The boss is not my mother-in-law, so I have become familiar with the same words after saying them several times:

"You should have a rough idea of ​​the situation. The company is going to cut off this business line, leaving only two people in the department including me."

"You don't need to make any handovers. Just go out and pack up the things at your work station. You won't be here next Monday."

"The compensation is N+3 times the monthly salary, which is already two months more than the normal amount. If you have any other requirements, you can make them now."

Lin Yi had already prepared a draft outside: "Boss, I originally had a defense next week..."

Promotion requires a defense, which is also the rule of large factories.

When Lin Yi heard about it for the first time, he felt a little confused, as if he had graduated from graduate school.

In fact, it is just a formalism of walking through the process.

The boss stretched out his hand to interrupt him:

"The defense application has been passed. You can find a new job according to the rank after promotion. The company can cooperate with the resignation procedures and background investigation."

He turned around and confirmed with the man next to him: "Is it okay?"

Human resources lady...

It's really against my will to be called young lady at this age - the human resources auntie nodded, scrawled a few strokes on the paper, probably to make a record, and then said simply:

"We will handle it for you according to the new rank. You can go out now."

Things went smoother than expected. We were all workers, and as direct leaders, we had done our best. Lin Yi didn't say anything more.

When he stood up from his seat, the boss suddenly stretched out his hand and said to him: "With your strength, you should be able to find better opportunities. See you in the world."

Lin Yi was a little surprised and moved a little.

He reached out and shook hands with the boss. Looking at the indifferent face of the human resources aunt next to him, he turned and left the office.

Lin Yi felt a little ridiculous when he was packing things at his workstation.

After I graduated, I worked for this big factory for five or six years. When I was finally kicked out, it took less than two minutes. Only my immediate boss showed a trace of humanity.

What is a big factory?

There is no sense of accomplishment, no passion, and no dreams.

Fuck the big factories.

When Lin Yi walked out of the office building, it was still very bright outside, and the June sunshine was so dazzling that he couldn't open his eyes, so he used his hand to cover it.

I'm really not used to it. The last time I left the office at this point was...

Can't remember.

There was a party tonight, and he originally planned to go there directly after get off work.

It was still early and it was inconvenient to hold the cardboard box, so I took a taxi and threw my things home first.

…

At eight o'clock in the evening, Lin Yi opened the door of the KTV box on time. This should be the largest luxury box in the store. It seemed very spacious with more than a dozen people in it.

The light was too dim, and before Lin Yi could recognize who was inside, a familiar voice shouted:

"Lin Yi! It's coming, come here quickly!"

As soon as he heard it, he knew it was his deskmate Lao Xiong, and following the sound, it turned out to be true.

Today was the 10th anniversary gathering of Lin'an Middle School's Class 14 of 2012. He silently counted around and found that there were quite a few people there, a few more than in previous years.

The old bear’s nickname was Xiong Yucheng, but no one called him for so long that everyone almost forgot about it.

As the saying goes, there is only the wrong name, not the wrong nickname.

So he is a sturdy man with a strong back and a strong back. He is 1.9 meters tall and weighs 220. He has a big blue dragon tattooed on his arm and can play the role of Young and Dangerous.

What can I say about this sales picture?

In high school, junior high school students would call him uncle when they met him, and Lin Yi still makes fun of him about this.

But he knew that Old Xiong was a good-looking guy who looked like a street fighter, but in reality he was a good boy who had never fought before. His father was also a teacher in Linzhong.

Lin Yi walked over and sat on the sofa on the outside beside Lao Xiong.

He doesn't like the noisy environment of KTV, and singing is his Achilles' heel.

He picked up the open beer in front of Lao Xiong and took a sip without being noticed. He asked casually, "Who are they? I couldn't see clearly at a glance. What the hell did the squad leader mysteriously say about the whole big job?"

Lao Xiong couldn't stop him from taking his own wine bottle, so he had to pick up the bottle and open another bottle. He said angrily: "It's the same people, most of them are still cheating and deceiving people for any big job."

Lin nodded, as expected.

I chatted with Lao Xiong for a while, but he didn't mention that he was laid off today, so there was no need to mention it on this occasion.

After a while, there should be about seven or eight people there.

I saw a petite girl struggling to jump onto the high stool in front of the big screen, grabbing Li Mai next to her, and her tone was deliberately imitating the police who come to fight against pornography in TV dramas:

"Turn on the lights, turn on the music, stop the music, stop, let me say a few words."

Old Xiong has always been the first to make noises. As soon as the music stopped, he started shouting: "Squad leader, if you have any work, please show it to everyone. You are not an outsider."
To be continued...