Volume 1 Beginning of Summer Chapter 9 Buying Tickets
After returning to the insect house, Jiang You went to see his flowers first.
It was mostly fine, just some petals fell on the ground and the flower stand.
The mud in the basin is a little wet.
Jiang You took the flower pot down and moved it to a place covered by the eaves at the entrance of the store. Then he opened the door, walked in, turned around and locked the door.
After looking around, he went straight upstairs, walked into the bathroom, and took a quick hot shower.
After taking a shower and changing into pajamas, he took a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator in the living room.
I walked into the bedroom, put the Coke on the bedside table, lay down on the bed and closed my eyes.
After dozing for a while, he sat up against the back of the bed, reached out to pick up the iPad on the bedside table, opened the video app, clicked on the variety show channel, and picked up a girl group's behind-the-scenes footage to watch.
A young and plump face, a cute and pleasing smile, and white and slender legs swayed on the screen in sync with the music. After watching for more than ten minutes, he folded the protective cover of the iPad and placed it diagonally on the bedside table. Then he picked up his phone. Xiao Zhou sent him the address of the Weibo. He replied with an emoji, picked up the Coke, unscrewed the lid, took a big sip, and then clicked on the link.
The account that broke the news is called Tell Tangjiang, a account that specializes in posting complaints about the worst people in Tangjiang City, with 390,000 followers. Half of its content comes from real or fake submissions, and the other half comes from artistic processing by the team behind it.
The Weibo post that revealed that Liang Hao's parents wanted to extort money was an anonymous submission, published in the form of a screenshot of a private message, saying that the name and avatar of the whistleblower's account given to Tang Jiang were censored.
Jiang You clicked on the pictures and looked at them one by one.
"I am a colleague of the programmer who jumped off the building in Xinwan a while ago. Miss sister, please help me with the code. Liang Hao himself is a very good person, but his parents are really hard to describe. After the accident, the company took the initiative to compensate for 6 months' salary, and also converted the stocks in Liang Hao's hands into stock prices according to the company's current market price, multiplied by 2, and compensated his parents in cash. It is estimated to be one million. The key to this compensation is that the company took the initiative to pay. I didn't expect that his parents would sue the company now, saying that according to the Labor Law, it is illegal for the company not to pay overtime. Isn't this just trying to extort money?"
"Domestic programmers work overtime, but there is nothing we can do about it. To be honest, Liang Hao has been in the company for three years and has relatively little experience. He can lead the project because his boss appreciates him and wants to give him a chance. If you feel the pressure is too great, then step down. There are many people willing to work hard to take over. Now he has committed suicide, the project team can't get investment, and everyone's efforts have been wasted. Some people have gone to other project teams, and some have resigned. I know his boss just moved this year, has a mortgage, and his child is still in kindergarten. He promoted a subordinate with good intentions, but now he is being scolded for what he has done?"
"The company was likely to go public this year, but after being sued by Liang Hao's parents, it might fail. Now it's on the cusp of a boom, but if it doesn't go public, what will happen when the boom is over? How many startups die every year in China? I think Liang Hao was forced to death by his parents. They must have forced their son to death with such a greedy face. They are willing to squeeze every last drop of blood out of him."
After looking at the picture, Jiang You clicked on the comments on Weibo.
There was a heated debate in the comments.
One group supports the law, while the other group thinks that since the labor law clearly stipulates it, the company must comply. The company has legal affairs, so it is impossible for them not to understand the consequences of breaking the law. They were lucky before, but now they are just reaping the fruits of their own labor. If you go to court, you should admit defeat and pay the money.
The other group started from the practical difficulties and listed the various difficulties faced by startups. The market price of a more reliable programmer is basically at least 20,000 yuan before tax. Counting the five social insurances and one housing fund, the salary expenditure alone can drag down the company without overtime or hiring. Moreover, many times, too many people can easily lead to internal friction, and efficiency is not necessarily high. This group of people cited evidence that many of today's "great" companies had original sins in the early days of their business, but they are now whitewashed. Moreover, for programmers, many of them are willing to work overtime, especially those from rural areas, hoping to catch this wave of opportunities, work hard for ten years, and take root in big cities and stay.
There is another group, who said that the idea of raising children to provide for old age is still the mainstream in rural areas. This group was divided into two teams. One team believed that because of a little money, Liang Hao could not go home and could not be buried. It can be seen that this couple of parents did not love Liang Hao at all, but exploited him. The other team mentioned that Liang Hao's case has not been closed yet, which means that there is something fishy about this case. Liang Hao's parents sued Xiaozha Company to find out the truth.
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After flipping through several pages of comments, Jiang You switched back to the WeChat interface and found a person named Lao Cai Ticketing in his address book.
"June 8th, PaZi Technology press conference, do you have tickets?" he asked in a typing voice.
"Let me ask around."
Jiang You exited the chat interface, swiped down a few times and found the chat with Xiao Chen. He clicked on the crowdfunding link again and saw from the page that more than 10,000 yuan had been raised so far.
He copied Xiao Chen's WeChat nickname sy Chen Xiaoyao, switched back to Weibo, pasted it into the search box, chose to search for users, and an account with 70,000 followers and Garfield as its avatar was found.
Jiang You clicked on the account, which was certified as an emotional blogger. The most recent long Weibo post was about crowdfunding. Jiang You clicked on it and quickly scanned it.
Lao Cai’s reply popped up on the notification bar, “Yes, I can get it. What position do you want?”
Jiang You switched back to WeChat.
"Move a little closer so you can see the face of the person on the stage clearly."
"1200, sixth row."
"And get me a ticket to the Anime Carnival on June 24th."
"no problem!"
Jiang You directly transferred 2,000 yuan.
"I'll send it to your store in a few days?"
"Okay, I'll be here all week."
He took a few more sips of Coke, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a smiling face mixed with innocence and lust pop up on the iPad screen. Jiang You turned his head and noticed the name on the sticker on her chest - Yang Xuan.
Jiang You put down his phone and picked up the iPad again.
Yang Xuan was dressed similarly to the other girls, with a light pink short-sleeved T-shirt and hot pants, but her figure was a little fuller and seemed whiter. The fabric of the hot pants was somewhat pressed against her flesh, and the ups and downs of her dance were particularly prominent.
Jiang You gave Yang Xuan a thumbs up.
After Yang Xuan's segment ended, Jiang You turned off the video and the room suddenly became quiet.
"Human blood steamed buns are so delicious," he put the Coke bottle on the ground, turned off his phone, took off his glasses, and lay down. "It's none of our business anyway," he pressed the switch on the bedside, the light dimmed, he pulled the quilt up, and said, "Good night."
