My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 536 - 349: Routine Operation_2

Chapter 536: Chapter 349: Routine Operation_2

Hu Yifei was helpless.

Although he still felt some resentment towards Meng Lang’s previous "inferior strategy," he had already invited him over.

He indeed wanted to see what sort of ideas Meng Lang could come up with...

"Cough! Mr. Meng, just tell me what information you need, be it the balance sheet, income statement, or cash flow statement?

Should I call the company’s financial officer over?"

"Hehe! I’m not into management, why would I need to see any reports? No, no," Meng Lang responded with a laugh and a wave of his hand.

"Not looking at the financial statements? Didn’t you say you wanted to first take a look at the company’s situation?" Weiwei asked, puzzled.

"To understand a company’s management situation, who said you must look at reports?"

"If not the reports, then what do you want to see?"

"A company is run by people, so of course I’m looking at the people!"

Looking at people?

Hu Yifei was stunned for a moment, then showed a look of realization and couldn’t help but praise.

"Hmm! Mr. Meng speaks sensibly. The market is changing every day, the competition is changing, technology is changing, so of course, the reports are changing daily as well!

As the soul of the company, the managers’ work status and demeanor can undoubtedly provide a direct view of the company’s operational health!

Great! I’ll go call a meeting with the management right now!"

"Wait a second!" Meng Lang stopped Hu Yifei who was about to move.

"Who told you I wanted to see the management?"

Seeing Hu Yifei’s puzzled face, Meng Lang found an excuse to say.

"Let me ask you, what type of company are you?"

"It’s an IT company."

"In an IT company, isn’t the most important work usually coding?"

"Uh! Yes... you could say that."

"Then, do your managers code regularly? Can they recite code?"

"This..."

"No right? Hence, looking at the management doesn’t hit the mark, let’s go see the programmers!"

"Huh?"

...

"This is our Technical Department, over here are the Algorithm, Development, Testing, Product, and Operations sections..."

Hu Yifei led Meng Lang to the Technical Department and introduced each section one by one.

Chalk Period currently has about a hundred employees, which, from the perspective of the industry, isn’t considered a big company.

But although small, the company’s organizational structure is complete.

It’s clear that Hu Yifei is genuinely dedicated to managing it, aiming to grow and strengthen it.

"Pitter-patter!"

The employees at their stations obviously noticed the arrival of their boss.

Thinking it was a work inspection, they straightened up a bit more, focusing intently on their screens...

"Mr. Meng, what do you think of our employees? Nearly 100% of them have undergraduate degrees. Over 20% have graduate degrees, and most of them are from prestigious 985 and 211 universities.

When it comes to building technical teams, our company always has been..."

To Hu Yifei’s elaborate introduction, Meng Lang was practically turning a deaf ear, his eyes wandering only across the programmers.

Hu Yifei was pleased with the employees’ "enthusiasm" for work, but what Meng Lang noticed were the employees’ faces.

Hmm... Each one with a pale complexion, heavy bags under the eyes, dry skin, dark circles almost a standard feature, hairlines only moving higher...

Sighing over the industry ecosystem, Meng Lang gradually furrowed his brow.

Looked all this while... Where are the familiar faces he’d heard of?

Me, a literary major, do I really know any friends who are into IT?

The book’s information must be correct...

Could they not be in the Technical Department?

"I say you’ve been around twice now, what can you tell from just looking?" Weiwei couldn’t help but ask.

Meng Lang was helpless.

He didn’t know what went wrong, unable to find anyone.

If he couldn’t catch the fish that was about to die from overwork, he had to cast a wider net...

"Cough! Mr. Hu, I see that your employees seem to be somewhat listless. Is it because the work intensity is too high?"

He gave Hu Yifei a hint.

"Oh! Indeed, we have been rushing our R&D progress lately, so overtime has been somewhat unavoidable. But this is a common situation in the industry."

Hu Yifei appeared unconcerned.

It wasn’t just their company working to the bone; compared to others, Chalk Period was already doing quite well—they definitely provided enough overtime pay!

"But from what I see, your employees seem to often stay up late, suffering from lack of sleep, which not only reduces work efficiency but also causes significant harm to their health.

I suggest you seriously consider assessing the issue of work intensity, and perhaps give the employees some time off, and schedule regular check-ups or something..."

"Uh..."

The three people gave Meng Lang a peculiar look.

"You’ve been looking at this for ages, and all you could suggest was increasing employee benefits?"

There’s time off, and there are health check-ups.

The Cretaceous period is now short of money, short of technological breakthroughs, and not of better employee benefits!

We agreed you’d come to see people, so why have you started diagnosing like a doctor?

"To think I was counting on a sales consultant, I must have been out of my mind..."

Suppressing the urge to criticize, Hu Yifei smiled.

"Mr. Meng doesn’t need to worry about that; our company culture has always supported voluntary overtime, never mandatory.

Moreover, the timing of employee work is absolutely scientific and humane, and will never..."

Hu Yifei hadn’t finished speaking when suddenly from the adjacent tea room came the crisp sound of a teacup hitting the floor and shattering.

His smile froze.

After all, I am the boss who is showing people around the company.

At such a time, which clumsy employee is still causing me trouble!

However, a moment later, a cry of alarm suddenly came from the tea room.

"It’s terrible, someone fainted! Someone come quickly!"

"What? Someone fainted?"

"Go check it out."

Seeing the commotion inside the office, Hu Yifei was utterly embarrassed...

He had just finished saying nothing would go wrong, and yet something did!

Ignoring the hot pain on his face, he hurried to the door of the tea room.

There he saw a young man lying unconscious on the floor.

Next to him was a dark stain where the coffee cup had hit the ground.

Apparently, the young man had fainted while making coffee.

"Xiao Yi! Xiao Yi, wake up!" Brother Wang anxiously propped up the unconscious Lu Xiaoyi.

Hearing this name and seeing the young man’s face on the floor, Meng Lang suddenly realized.

It was him!

The young fan he had met on the train, who had said he wanted to take him as his master...

Turns out it was someone he knew!

It seems he was just in the tea room, and he almost missed him...

"Pinch his Renzhong acupoint, quickly pinch him!"

"Right, right, right!"

Reminded by the shout, Brother Wang hurried to pinch the acupoint.

"Why are you still pinching him! Can’t you see there’s no movement at his chest? Call an ambulance, quickly!" Meng Lang pushed through the crowd.

Everyone was shocked by Meng Lang’s words.

Looking at Lu Xiaoyi’s chest, indeed, there was no normal rise and fall.

Brother Wang bravely reached to feel under Lu Xiaoyi’s nostrils, and a moment later, his face turned white, and he quickly retracted his hand as if shocked.

"He’s... not breathing!"

"Sss~"

This time, everyone was truly stunned.

They had thought it was just a fainting due to overwork, but nobody expected him to be not breathing...

At that moment, Hu Yifei’s mind went blank.

Dead...dead?!

How could he be dead...

Big Wave was also scared pale, clutching tightly to Hu Yifei’s arm.

Meng Lang walked over quickly and pressed his hand against the other’s chest.

The heartbeat was indeed very faint...

"Everyone back off, keep the area ventilated, and all irrelevant personnel out, and someone get me a lighter!"

"Who has a lighter?"

Yan Weiwei immediately reacted, got a lighter, and chased all the non-essential personnel out of the tea room.

"Right, right, right! He’s not dead yet! Quickly call 120 and fetch a doctor!

Anyone know first aid, hurry..."

Hu Yifei had just awoken to his senses, but before he could finish speaking, he was dumbfounded to see Meng Lang had already taken out a set of acupuncture needles and expertly lit the lighter to sterilize them...

"Uh..."

What was happening here?

He knew medical techniques as well?

And, since when did carrying silver needles become a thing?

Seeing the dumbfounded Hu Yifei, the unsurprised Yan Weiwei tugged at the corner of her mouth.

"Get used to it, carrying a medical kit is just routine for him..."

Hu Yifei: "..."

Big Wave: "..."