Just as I was about to board the plane, my boss suddenly WhatsApped me: "You were fired, come back to the company to deliver."
I replied my boss with a smile: "you must have Sent the fired message to the wrong person to hang the manager." But in less than a minute, I was kicked out of the Group.
The airport announcement was telling people to board the plane, I was standing at the entrance of the boarding bridge with my phone, the words "has been moved out of group chat" on Mon were as cold as ice.
The Group's avatar is still from last week's Team Building photo, with my boss standing in position C holding a wine glass and saying, "Our department won the first place in the year this year, all thanks to the momentum of Xiao Zhou."
A traveler behind me urged me to borrow it, so I retreated to the corner and clicked into my head's chat.
The last message was last night when he told me: "Be sure to follow Party A's signing process, this deal will help you apply for the year-end bonus Double."
Now thinking back, he said "Double" may just be bait for me to work late at night.
The glass of the boarding bridge showed my face.
The pen stuck in the mouth of the suit bag was still given by my boss last year.
my boss said, "When you meet customers, you must use something similar."
I touched the scratch on the pen cover.
The machine vibrated a few times, an old colleague sent me a private message: "My boss in the Group said you 'absent from work for no reason, affecting the progress of the project', asking everyone not to imitate you.
I suddenly remembered that when I left the house this morning, my wife stuffed a pack of dizziness pills into my bag and said, "Party A's factory in the neighboring city is very secluded, the mountain road is very sweet."
In order to check the details again before signing the contract, I bought the earliest flight.
The announcement rang again and I took a big breath and turned to walk into the boarding gate.
The flight attendant smiled and the flight attendant took my ticket and the flight attendant said, “Sir, your seat is by the window.”
As the plane took off, I looked at the smaller and smaller city underground and suddenly thought of Interview three years ago, my boss asked me, “Are you afraid of working over time ?”
Get off the plane and turn on the phone, thirty seven unread Messages, Human Resources urged me to get resignation, colleagues gossip about what happened, but there is no boss.
I sent a Message to Mr. Li of Party A: "Mr. Li, I have arrived at the next city and will arrive at the factory in half an hour."
Mr Li, of party A, replied instantly: "Thank you for your hard work, brother Chow. Our boss was waiting in the conference room. He said he would have dinner together after signing the contract."
In the factory conference room, the boss of Party A held my hand and said, "Your manager called this morning and said he wanted to replace another one to follow. I have no choice. You have left our factory for eleven turns in the past six months. Even the warehouse manager knows you. I am not sure who comes."
the Boss of party A pointed to the supplementary clause on the contract.
After signing, the phone rang again - it was my boss. My boss voice pretended to be calm: "Xiao Zhou, you have not even come back yet? The Project data is all over your computer, blocking the signing of the contract. Can you afford that?"
"Mr. Lee had just signed the contract." I looked out the window at the production line, the sound of the machine sounded very real, "I have backed up the information and sent it to Mr. Lee. If you want to use it, ask a new colleague to get his Assistant."
The phone was silent for two seconds, then suddenly became louder: "Zhou Ming! You've been fired! These are the company's resources, why do you..."
“With clause seven of the contract,” I interrupted, whispering, “As specified by Party A, the project leader has the right to keep a Backup of the core information until the acceptance is completed – this is what you asked me to add, just in case.”
After hanging up, Mr. Lee handed over a cup of tea.
mr li, "Your boss called me just now and said he had fired you and your boss had asked us to find someone to replace you. Then I told your boss , 'Either Brother Chow comes, or we will find another one.' Your boss also scolded me for not being reasonable."
I smiled, thinking of last week when I helped Mr. Lee solve the problem with the machine, when mr Li patted me on the back and mr li said, “In the future, if there is any future project, I would just work together with you.”
It turns out that there is some recognition, never in the Group, not in the head’s praise, but that “trust you” after you ran to a broken leg, the hot cup of coffee you handed over while driving the night to change the plan.
On the return plane, I sent a Message to my wife: "The contract went well, I want to eat the braised pork you cooked at night."
my wife replied with a "for food" Emoji, followed by: "Do not think so much about the company, at most do not look for the company or the fired job again."
The phone trembled, it was Mr. Lee Send over: "Our group has a new project next month, Budget 50 million, we want you to hold the flag to do, you offer a price.
The clouds outside the window were as white as cotton candy, and I suddenly felt that there was nothing to be afraid of being kicked out of the Group.
It didn't matter if I was told "absent from work".
Like Mr. Lee said, "The company can negative you, but your value. Your company can really negative you but not able to negative your final gained value from the job that you got fired "
Walking out of the airport, the sun was setting just right, my wife’s car was parked on the side of the road with a Memo posted on the window that read, “Go home for dinner.”
I pulled the car door and my wife said with a smile, "I got a strange phone call just now, talking bad about you. I scolded your boss 'what kind of person is my husband, I know better than you'."
The car drove a long way and I realized I was in a rush this morning and left the pen my head gave me on the boarding bridge.
It did not matter though - the dizzy pill that my wife stuffed in the bag was still there, the contract signed by Party A was still there, and the reality in my heart was still there.
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