Inheritance of Two Trillion

Chapter 249: Chapter 249 Department Meeting_1

Lin Beichen was a true workaholic.

Originally, there was nothing wrong with that.

However, Lin Beichen was different from other workaholics.

While others were busy with work, he was busy figuring out how to make others busier...

He set two slogans and policies for the entire department:

One was, ”Work passionately within eight hours, and try to work overtime outside of that.” The other was, ”Strive until you are powerless, persist until you move yourself.”

In Lin Beichen’s eyes, ability meant showing the leadership that your team was crazily working for the company day and night, through overtime.

Under this mentality, the entire large department, with over a hundred people, had all been turned into subhealthy individuals.

The New Media Internet Department also became the busiest and most strenuous department in the whole company, setting an example of ”waking up earlier than chickens and sleeping later than dogs.”

It wasn’t just overtime that the department had a record in—it was unrivaled in having the least amount of approved leave in the entire company, without exception.

It can be said that if it were not for Lin Beichen’s unrequited love for Yang Qian’er, as an employee, Yang Qian’er would have had no possibility of taking her rightful annual leave in succession.

Frequent overtime and scant vacation time were only secondary issues; there were many other problems...

These days, Mr. Bai Xiaosheng had borrowed a small office upstairs in the conference building.

He had not made an appearance, letting Lin Weiwei bring over the documents to handle the affairs.

It was all in the name of investigating problems.

Within Zhongjing Media, a department’s structure was equivalent to a small company outside. The New Media Internet Department, including both employees and leadership, had over a hundred people, divided into four levels: employees, supervisors, managers, and directors.

The structure was complex, with many people involved.

After a few days of office work, Mr. Bai Xiaosheng discovered that there was a serious problem in day-to-day management.

If Lin Beichen was just an annoying workaholic, leading his department to work tirelessly and making it difficult to approve leave, that would have been one thing.

He also established very harsh systems.

The most outrageous was the approval and request system, where managers at lower levels had to submit ”proposals” to him, the director.

What are proposals?

Proposals follow a Japanese and Korean naming convention, domestically referred to as applications or reports.

Lin Beichen adopted this foreign approach, taking an even stricter path.

According to what Mr. Bai Xiaosheng found out these days, the severity of the proposals reached an outrageous level.

The proposals had strict requirements for word count, language, format, and even punctuation standards. A single punctuation error would require resubmission after reprinting.

Mr. Bai Xiaosheng had reviewed and found that in certain months, the department had printed hundreds of proposals.

The documents meant for the director had standards higher than those of a thesis.

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Under such perverse requirements, it was clear that everyone preferred to avoid extra trouble, and the issue of underreporting problems became very serious.

Mr. Bai Xiaosheng lamented.

Under such an atmosphere, who would dare to innovate, who would dare to attempt anything?!

This department, which should have been the most active, trendy, and ”fashionable,” was like an old man at dusk—just a joke, no wonder the performance was mediocre.

And this mediocre performance was still the result of working desperately overtime.

”Song Changkong must like this kind of rigid approach and bustling work atmosphere,” Mr. Bai Xiaosheng remarked sarcastically.

A boss who was obsessed with routine and valued order, could Lin Beichen have turned the department into such a state without his indulgence?

Right now, what Mr. Bai Xiaosheng needed to do was to make major changes.

”It’s also time to meet with my managers.”

After getting a good grasp of the situation, Mr. Bai Xiaosheng decided to make his appearance.

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That day, at ten o’clock in the morning.

The planning, editorial, technical, marketing, customer service, and several other divisions of the New Media Internet Department, including a dozen managers, received a meeting notice conveyed by Lin Weiwei.

Among these people, the editorial branch was the largest, divided into five teams. Yang Qian’er was in the third group, the entertainment section, serving as the chief reporter.

Speaking of Yang Qian’er, before she even had the chance to pester Bai Xiaosheng with questions after learning of his position as deputy director, she was dispatched to other cities for interviews by the work schedule already in place. She has been gone for several days now.

Bai Xiaosheng was also happy for the peace and quiet.

At the moment, in the third meeting room, one by one, the managers of the New Media Internet Department filed in and took their seats.

Their gazes landed curiously on the main seat, which was unoccupied.

Lin Weiwei, carrying a stack of printed documents, walked in, placed the printouts on the table, and wasn’t in a hurry to distribute them.

The managers also started to whisper amongst themselves.

”What’s this meeting about today? I didn’t prepare anything.”

”I didn’t prepare either. Are we supposed to report? Do we need to make any statements?”

”The key isn’t the content, it’s the person. Who’s going to chair our meeting? Mr. Lin hasn’t returned yet, right?”

”I heard he has been temporarily suspended from his duties. Does anyone know more details?”

”Shh, don’t talk about that here! What if Mr. Lin comes in? Do you want to die!”

The managers became restless for a while, and some even ventured to ask Lin Weiwei.

”Assistant Lin, who exactly is holding our meeting? It couldn’t be you, could it?”

”What are you talking about? I’m just an assistant. How could I preside over a meeting for all the managers?”

Lin Weiwei smiled. Ever since she became the department affairs assistant, her abilities had become more apparent, earning the admiration of the managers present, who were somewhat impressed.

It seemed she had indeed been buried before.

Nobody knew who had unearthed this gem.

”Then tell us, which leader is going to be in charge of the meeting?” someone asked, unable to hold back their curiosity.

”You’ll know soon enough,” replied Lin Weiwei with a mysterious smile, remaining secretive.

After that, she sat down quietly.

The managers looked at each other and gradually stopped chatting.

The meeting room fell into silence.

Not even two minutes later, the door to the meeting room was pushed open, and a figure walked in calmly. Under the astonished, bewildered, surprised, and puzzled gazes of everyone present, he walked to the main seat and sat down.

A very young man, his face adorned with a peaceful smile.

”Which department are you from? Who gave you permission to sit there?” blurted out an older manager, furrowing his brows immediately.

The company, from the general manager to the director, they all knew each other, and this young man was definitely not among them.

Gauging his age, it was also impossible for him to hold a high position. Who gave him the audacity to seat himself so recklessly?

Bai Xiaosheng remained calm, with not a hint of concern.

Lin Weiwei stood up and introduced him very seriously, ”This gentleman is the acting director of the New Media Internet Department, Mr. Bai Xiaosheng!”

This identity was something Bai Xiaosheng had asked Lin Weiwei to announce. If he kept his status low, those malevolent spirits would dare to jump out!

He, the acting director?!

All the managers incredulously stared at that face.

Too young; so young that even being a manager seemed an age too far.

Every manager seated there was between their thirties and forties, and there was even one who was fifty years old. Their acting director was a — kid still wet behind the ears?

If word got out, wouldn’t it be laughable?

The managers exchanged glances, unwilling to believe it. Some frowned directly.

They sure didn’t fancy following the orders of a young whippersnapper.

Lin Beichen, known as the youngest and most promising director, was also forty!

This kid, was he even thirty?

”Nonsense!” someone muttered bitterly in a lowered voice.

Bai Xiaosheng glanced around at everyone and chuckled.

It seemed that his role as acting director was not yet respected.

So should he establish some authority first?