Bit Creation World is a mid-sized internet company located in the east of Yin City. It owns two or three social apps and short video apps that are moderately well-known, with decent development prospects.

At this moment, the company is holding a team-building event on its floor. A high-level company executive with a fat head and big ears is giving a speech on stage, holding a microphone.

Recently, an employee of the company downstairs suffered a sudden cardiac arrest and died due to overwork.

Within Bit Creation World, many employees are secretly discussing and criticizing the company's 996 overtime policy.

"...Regarding 996, I know everyone has a lot of complaints,

But I think being able to do 996 is a blessing."

The bloated and fat company executive looked at the crowd of employees below the stage and said with great emotion, "When I was young, it wasn't just 996, it was 12*12,

And now, I'm standing on the stage, and you're standing below."

Most of the employees had somewhat stiff smiles on their faces.

A few employees, often criticized by their colleagues as "sycophants," had serious expressions on their faces, clenching their fists as if they were inspired and moved by the executive's words.

Chen Fu, a programmer and one of the company's employees, was also standing below the stage listening to the speech. He glanced at the boastful executive, and a wave of nausea suddenly surged in his heart. He lowered his head, covered his mouth, and tried not to vomit.

"...Young people need to work hard. Hard work creates glory.

If you don't think about 996 when you're young,

Then when you're old, you'll regret not having 996!

I know everyone wants to succeed, wants to stand out, and achieve financial freedom."

The executive held the microphone in one hand and pointed to the crowd with the other, saying passionately, "But, I want to ask everyone a question. If you're not willing to put in more sweat and time than others, why should you improve? Why should you be more successful than others?

There are many people in this world who do 996, and there are many people who work even longer hours every day.

The workers in those factories are far more hardworking than you, but you can sit comfortably in air-conditioned rooms and earn more money than them every month.

Most importantly, you are creating wealth for society.

Your work is far more difficult and valuable than simple labor in factories.

You are doing something truly valuable, meaningful, and fulfilling.

So I say, 996 is a blessing that many people can't cultivate, and you are extremely lucky to be able to do 996."

Chen Fu lowered his head and said nothing, but a burst of violence surged in the depths of his heart.

This fat-headed executive always liked to boast. He gave pitifully low salaries, terrible benefits, serious overtime without overtime pay, and casually insulted his subordinates. He even touched some female employees.

He always acted like a superior who was giving alms to his employees, pitying them, and doing everything for their own good.

Disgusting!

The executive was still talking eloquently on the stage, "...Think about those who are unemployed, those whose company performance is poor and who may be laid off at any time, those who rely on their jobs to support their families, and those who have worked hard but achieved nothing.

Don't think about what the company can do for you, think about what you can do for the company."

Bullshit!

Chen Fu subconsciously clenched his fists. The last time his father fell and broke his leg in his hometown, he asked the company for leave to go home and see him. He had already obtained a leave slip from his leader, but the executive, who happened to be in the office, spoke up.

"The company is currently striving to go public, and everyone is working hard day and night. But your situation is special. If you really find it too difficult, then go home and visit your parents and give yourself some space to think."

Everyone could hear that the executive meant that if he took leave, he would probably lose his job...

Chen Fu needed this job to support himself. He had a girlfriend to take care of, parents to support, rent to pay, and future mortgage and car payments...

Helplessly, he gave up taking leave to return to his hometown. When he made video calls, he didn't even dare to look his parents in the eye.

"....When I and my brother, who is your boss, started our business, we had to save every penny. We couldn't afford to rent a place outside, so we slept on the floor of the company.

To ensure work efficiency, I only slept 5 hours a day at that time. Fortunately, my brothers and I worked very hard and survived the fierce market competition! We have survived to this day! And we are about to go public!"

The executive's emotions became agitated. "Going public, what does it mean? It means that everyone's prospects are brighter and their future is limitless.

But those who coast along, those who muddle through, those who are not willing to put in 100% of their energy to work hard, cannot be considered my brothers and sisters.

Employees who are unable to work hard, have poor performance, and are not cost-effective are bugs in the company that need to be eliminated and resolved through negotiation."

His bloated and narrow eyes swept over everyone below the stage, and all the employees who were looked at by him couldn't help but lower their heads.

"Recently, I have heard some rumors, some comments against the company's system.

First of all, our company never forces overtime! Whether to work overtime or not is entirely voluntary.

Secondly, those employees who do not agree with the company's system from the bottom of their hearts should either change themselves to adapt to the company,

Or give feedback to their superiors, make suggestions, and promote the company's development.

Posting on forums, complaining on Zhihu, and using the most vicious words to scold leaders in WeChat Moments, what kind of ability is that?

If you have the ability, then don't eat this bowl of rice. If you have the ability, then stand up now and let me see what you are!"

The executive's gaze wandered around Chen Fu. He looked at the employees who were lowering their heads and sneered, "Waste, will always be waste. Those who can't create wealth, get out of here as soon as possible."

"Get out your mother!"

Chen Fu shouted subconsciously. The surrounding crowd looked at him in shock and confusion, as if shocked that this usually silent, uncommunicative, hardworking, and weak programmer dared to publicly refute the executive in this situation.

Is he crazy?

Does he not want his job anymore?

"You, what did you say?" The executive seemed unable to believe his ears, widened his eyes, and stared at the unremarkable employee, "Say it again?"

"Get! Out! Your! Mother!"

Chen Fu said with bloodshot eyes, "You say you don't force overtime, but those colleagues who don't want to work overtime are squeezed out and swept out the door in minutes.

Work is suddenly assigned near the end of the workday, requiring results by 9:00 a.m. the next morning. Looking at the pile of materials on the desk, is that something that can be done in half an hour? Isn't that requiring overtime?

You don't even give a penny of overtime pay, and you act like you're superior all day long. I'll fuck your mother!

Calling insulting employees teaching, calling assigning overtime tasks training, calling not giving overtime pay collective consciousness, you get to say all the good things?

What do you mean the company doesn't support idlers, I work for you and you give me money, that's cooperation! What kind of support is that? The only ones who have supported me are my parents!

Oh, I almost forgot, you rich dead fat pig doesn't have a horse at home."

"You, you, you!"

The executive was exasperated, and the superior aura he had previously pretended instantly dissipated, "You're fired! Get out of here right now!"

"I don't need you to tell me!"

Chen Fu pushed away the pig-like executive, and amidst the shocked, confused, disdainful, mocking, or admiring gazes of his colleagues, he walked to his desk and roughly packed up the items on his desk.

The executive, who had been pushed, was still angry and rushed over, grabbing Chen Fu's arm fiercely, "These are all company property, put them down!"

Chen Fu, who was thin and haggard, had always been cowardly, but at this moment, a violent rage inexplicably surged up. He turned around and punched the executive in the chin, sending the fat pig's glasses flying, and his entire face vibrated and deformed like plasticine.

The executive staggered back a few steps, covering his aching, swollen face, his eyes splitting, "You dare to hit me? Do you believe I'll find brothers to cripple you! You live with your girlfriend, right? I want to...."

Anger, like flames, filled Chen Fu's eyes. He rushed forward and kicked the executive in the stomach, causing him to stagger to the ground.

Then, he grabbed the executive's neck with one hand, and picked up the stapler on the desk with the other, pressing it down towards the other party's eyes.

All of this happened too fast, and the surrounding company employees were still in shock and astonishment.

Seeing that a bloodbath was about to occur, a shout echoed through the floor.

"Ele.me delivery! Who is Chen Fu?"

Wan Jia Xiong Meng