157: Chapter 157 It's not that we don't understand, it's that we don't believe it!

Xia Ning looked at the projection screen, her expression somewhat cold.

Overtime, and there's a fine?

Isn't this hindering the progress of those ambitious youths?

Mi Xier looked at those words, thinking back to her time in a sweatshop, working 16 hours a day.

In the end, she left that factory because they reduced the overtime, only allowing them to work 13 hours a day.

Less overtime meant less money earned.

When you really need money, who cares about labor laws?

Suddenly.

Cheng Wan raised her hand and asked.

"President Qin, I don't quite understand."

"Is the 1,000 fine for overtime written up there?"

The conference room quieted down, everyone staring at Qin Xun.

Qin Xun smiled and said.

"Yes!"

"A 1,000 fine for overtime!"

"Overtime includes working after 6 PM, and also includes weekend work; it all counts as overtime."

He paused, then spoke earnestly to the team.

"Overtime leads to sudden death."

"Overtime leads to premature aging."

"Overtime affects marital relationships."

"You give your working hours to the company, and then you have to give your off-duty hours to the company as well."

"Are we born to be mere beasts of burden?!"

A few young colleagues below were stirred with excitement.

They all wanted to flip the table and shout, "Are kings and nobles born with high status?!"

As he spoke, Qin Xun turned to look at Xia Ning, his gaze gentle.

Xia Ning was taken aback; seeing his expression, she knew he was up to no good.

Qin Xun then used a solemn tone, like one at a memorial service, and said slowly.

"Xia Ning is such a good assistant!"

"How many times, late at night, under the desk lamp, have I watched her typing away on her laptop."

"How many times, Xia Ning, have I wanted to tell you... only to swallow the words."

Xia Ning looked at Qin Xun, her eyes wide.

Is he going to use me as an example again?

Is he going to make me watch his performance again?

Qin Xun sounded deeply affectionate, as if reciting poetry.

"Oh, Xia Ning, Xia Ning under the desk lamp."

"Your black hair is dusted with frost."

"Oh Xia Ning, Xia Ning under the desk lamp."

"Your cheeks are marked by so many worries."

"Oh Xia Ning, Xia Ning under the desk lamp."

"Your waist is no longer straight."

"Oh Xia Ning, Xia Ning under the desk lamp."

"Why have your eyes lost their luster?"

Xia Ning was dumbfounded.

Listening to Qin Xun, am I dying?

The eyes of the crowd below darted back and forth between Qin Xun and Xia Ning, instantly capturing the key point.

Late at night?

Desk lamp?

Are they living together?

But... Xia Ning seems to still be alive, right?

...

Qin Xun turned his head and looked at everyone.

"Xia Ning is such a good girl, so bright and lovely, but ever since she joined Oak Company."

"Under the ravages of evil overtime, she looks 10 years older in less than a month."

Below.

Cheng Wan gasped and looked at Xia Ning.

Sure enough, she saw that Xia Ning's expression had turned very ugly, her eyes slightly narrowed, revealing a dangerous glint.

President Qin!

You are done for!

How can you tell a woman she looks 10 years older?

Qin Xun didn't notice anything wrong, looked at the crowd below, and waved his fist, shouting loudly.

"Refuse overtime, start with me!"

The crowd loudly echoed.

"Refuse overtime, start with me!"

"Refuse overtime, start with me!"

"Refuse overtime, start with me!"

"Should have been like this long ago!"

"There wasn't much work this month anyway, and I've been pretending to work overtime for over an hour every day; it's exhausted me!"

"Our marketing company isn't a labor-intensive assembly line; we rely on our brains. With high efficiency, a day's work is often finished in half a day."

"Yeah! It makes me do small tasks very slowly every day, afraid of finishing them! I can't really let go and work properly!"

"It's not that the company doesn't have much work, it's that President Qin finished it all!"

"Uh..."

"Poor Xia Ning, she ended up doing all our overtime."

"'Xia Ning under the desk lamp,' this doggerel poem, it sounds a bit like it's describing a mother?"

...

Xia Ning kept a cold face, seemingly looking at Qin Xun, but her ears were pricked to listen to everyone's discussion.

Suddenly catching the phrase "describing a mother," she couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Mother again!

Why does Qin Xun always like to compare me to a mother?

I'm only three years older than him!

...

Seeing everyone discussing heatedly.

Qin Xun was in a good mood.

He pressed the page-turning remote, and a few large characters appeared on the projection screen again.

[Third, work four days, rest three!]

The conference room was silent for a moment.

Then it exploded!

The sound of tables and chairs shifting rang out, and it seemed someone had fallen.

"What the heck!"

"Work four, rest three?"

"What does this mean?"

"Is... is... is this a pay cut?"

"No way! No way! That shouldn't be the meaning."

"I don't even dare to think about it, I don't dare, I don't dare."

"This is more exciting than finding two girlfriends!"

"The company isn't a charity, Liu Hong, wake up, this is all an illusion!"

...

Cheng Wan looked at the "Work four, rest three" above, stunned, and turned to look at Xia Ning.

She laid her head on the table, her shoulders shaking slightly.

It was unclear if she was crying or laughing.

When she raised her head again, her eyes were red.

It was unclear if they were red from crying or laughing until she cried.

Xia Ning listened to the noisy conference room, her brain feeling chaotic, and deep in her mind, Qin Xun's sentence kept echoing.

"Watch my performance!"

"Watch my performance!"

"Watch my performance!"

...

Like a demonic sound in her ears, it wouldn't go away.

Qin Xun smiled, quietly watching the colleagues below, waiting for a full five minutes before the noise gradually subsided.

Pairs of eyes, some expectant, some worried, some anxious, looked at him.

He gave a light cough.

Everyone below sat up straight, their expressions even more solemn than when they took the oath to join the Young Pioneers under the red flag in school.

Qin Xun's gaze swept over everyone, his voice soft, yet it fell like a thunderclap.

"The meaning of 'work four, rest three' is."

"Work four days, rest three days."

"Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, work."

"Friday, Saturday, Sunday, rest."

"Understand?"

The crowd below stared at him blankly, nodding and then shaking their heads.

Cheng Wan quietly looked at Xia Ning, who seemed to still be in a daze, and whispered.

"Um... we understood, we just don't really believe it."

Qin Xun smiled lightly, looking at Cheng Wan.

"Sister Wan, based on today's meeting content, immediately go and draft a formal document and stamp it with the official seal."

"Send it to every colleague's email before 12 PM today."

"Starting today, it will be implemented!"

He raised a finger to his lips and said with a smile.

"Except for President Niu's email!"

Immediately after, he raised his voice.

"Work four, rest three, salary stays the same!"

"Work four, rest three, performance bonuses stay the same!"

Cheng Wan's whole body trembled; the heart of a middle-aged woman seemed about to ignite.

Having worked for over a decade, having been a beast of burden for over a decade.

At this moment, she actually had a feeling of turning over to become the master.

"President Qin, received!"

Cheng Wan shouted, forgetting to look at Xia Ning's expression, and immediately turned and walked quickly out of the conference room, rushing to her office to prepare the document.

Watching Cheng Wan leave the conference room.

The conference room exploded!