The company's physical examination arrived as scheduled. On the afternoon of the working day, the location was a professional medical examination institution.

"Mr. Huo, you need to sign this document."

Song Yuran has fully adapted to the work of a secretary. She put a document on the desk, but what she thought about was how to slip away from the physical examination in the afternoon.

According to Zhao Anye, the medical examination results will be sent to the Human Resources Department uniformly, and it is obviously unrealistic to want to be absent without reason.

Huo Qingzhi picked up the pen, signed a beautiful signature font at the signature place, and handed the document to her.

"Wait." Huo Qingzhi stopped her, "How's the recruitment going on over there?"

Song Yuran stopped, turned around, and replied truthfully: "Not ideal."

She didn't know what Huo Qingzhi was thinking, she suddenly wanted to expand the design department, but where could she find a suitable designer for a while.

Some well-known designers look down on a small company like Huasen, and prefer to be a phoenix tail in a large group.

And the little designer couldn't meet Huo Qingzhi's recruitment requirements.

"How to say?" Huo Qingzhi asked.

Song Yuran didn't know what to say for a while. To be honest, she was afraid that the boss would be angry, but she was not easy to be fooled, and she was a little embarrassed.

Huo Qingzhi put down the pen in his hand, crossed his hands together, and listened carefully, "But it's okay to say."

"Mr. Huo, your requirement is that you have more than eight years of relevant experience in the industry, and you must have outstanding works." Song Yu suddenly paused, substituting himself as a designer, and said without concealment: "To be honest,Designers with such experience would prefer to choose a more famous brand than our company if they really want to change jobs.”

After finishing speaking, she saw that Huo Qingzhi was silent and looked at the table without saying a word.

Song Yuran was not sure what the other party was thinking, thinking that what he said was too straightforward to offend the other party, scratched his head subconsciously, and said with a smile: "This is just my irresponsible view of a layman, Mr. Huo, please don't take it to heart."

Huo Qingzhi shook his head, "I took it for granted, I didn't think about it."

Under normal circumstances, this topic is over, but now Huo Qingzhi raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on Song Yuran. After half a minute of consideration and hesitation.

She took the initiative to ask: "Then what do you think is a better idea?"

"I don't know." Song Yuran subconsciously avoided the boss's question, but when she saw the look of expectation in the other's calm eyes, she unconsciously flicked her fingers on the hand hanging by her side.

"I don't know why Mr. Huo wants to hire a designer." When he came back to his senses, the words of the Circus had already been spoken.

She paused, and added: "According to the size of our company, there are already quite a few people in the design department."

After a short hesitation, Huo Qingzhi said, "It's been three years since I took over the company. Do you know the total rejection rate of the design drafts handed in by the design department?"

Song Yuran tentatively said, "50?"

"It's 90." Huo Qingzhi said.

"???" Song Yuran was shocked, even if she practiced her work, she couldn't reach such a high rejection rate. It was said that three cobblers were better than Zhuge Liang, but Hua Sen had so many cobblers who were not even worthy of shining Zhuge Liang's shoes.

Huo Qingzhi tilted his head and randomly pulled out a folder containing design drafts from the drawer. After opening it, he took out a few drafts from it, "I don't know if you can understand it. You can try it. These pictures havewhat is the problem."

Song Yuran took the pictures, saw the first picture and subconsciously said: "Well, the proportion of the human body seems to be drawn casually in a hurry, it's too sloppy."

Huo Qingzhi: "..."

Oh, and the point is not the human body.

Song Yuran read several design drafts one by one, and was a little annoyed and funny. Looking at each one alone, he didn't think there was anything special, but when he looked at it together, each piece of clothing was similar to a certain extent, just like a whole piece of clothing divided into several pieces.Fragments, and each fragment generates new ones individually.

It's very similar to modern deception, but this deception is more blatant. Is this really not afraid of being fired?

Seeing that Song Yuran saw the clues, Huo Qingzhi sighed lightly, and said, "I get so much salary every month, but the quality of the pictures I submit is so high, I can only change people."

There seems to be no salary confidentiality regulations in this world. Song Yuran had heard about the salary situation of the design department "inadvertently".

Song Yuran could see some professional skills from the design draft, but she handed over such a low-quality draft. She didn't know whether the designers were too comfortable fishing in troubled waters, or someone secretly instructed them.

She thought about it, and smiled slyly like a fox, "Mr. Huo, do you know what involution is?"

There was a puzzled expression on Huo Qingzhi's pretty face.

"Based on the current situation, I don't think there will be much change even if a new group of people are recruited. Instead of changing blood, it is better to find another way and start from the existing personnel."

Huo Qingzhi: "Tell me what you think."

"Designers get a fixed salary regardless of the design draft, as long as they submit the design draft on time, right?"

Huo Qingzhi nodded.

"People don't care when they don't touch their own interests. It's very simple to change their current negative work attitude. Just take away the big cake in front of them and divide it into several smaller pieces."

Huo Qingzhi seemed to be interested, adjusted his sitting posture, and put his hands on his chin to signal her to continue.

"There is a phrase called more pay for more work. As long as their designs are linked to their wages, they will want their designs to be adopted more than anyone else, and the things they make will naturally be more attentive. Then introduce the promotion system, and there will be moreCompetition will lead to progress."

"According to what you said, some people will get different salaries, which will cause other people to feel unbalanced." Huo Qingzhi said.

"It's very simple, let them sign a non-disclosure agreement, they can't discuss salary with colleagues, make sure everyone's salary is not leaked, and this will not happen."

Huo Qingzhi frowned, seemingly doubtful.

Song Yuran added: "Of course, there will definitely be many people who are unwilling to sign. At this time, you only need to throw out enough bait, and they will sign if they don't."

"This is the link between design and wages just mentioned." Song Yu suddenly paused, "It's like doing sales, and the new designs you design get commissions on the sales of single items."

"Assuming that my original salary is 10,000, as long as the clothes I design are adopted by the company, I will get my commission for every piece sold. The more I sell, the more I will earn. It can be a bonus or a share. Then IWhat I think of is "I want to come up with an eye-catching design" instead of "what to do today".

Huo Qingzhi pondered for a moment and said, "As far as I know, there is no such salary rule in our industry."

Song Yuran thought, his ideas are very common in the modern world, but here, it is a completely extreme reform, even if Huo Qingzhi finds it ridiculous, it is normal.

"I'm just talking casually, Mr. Huo, just listen casually." Song Yuran smiled dryly, "If there's nothing else, I want to go out first."

"No, what you said makes sense after thinking about it carefully." Huo Qingzhi took two seconds to make a decision, "Let the manager of the HR department and the manager of the design department come to my office, and I want to have a meeting with them to discuss."

Coming out of the office, Song Yuran unconsciously sighed, never expecting that one day she would live a life that she hated.

Evil capitalism!

Manager He from the design department arrived first, so he didn't go in in a hurry, but talked to Song Yuran in the secretary's room.

"Secretary Song, is Mr. Huo the only one in there?"

"Yes, she's inside." Song Yuran glanced in the direction of the office and said with a smile, "President Qin from the HR department will be here soon."

When Manager He heard this, he was surprised and puzzled, "Mr. Qin is here too? Then I'll wait for her to go in together." He paused, and tentatively said, "Secretary Song, do you know what Mr. Huo wants from us?"?”

Song Yuran originally wanted to say that you will know as long as you go in, but she took it back when the words came to her lips.

The sudden proposal of salary reform in the design department will definitely attract protests from the design department, and everyone will subconsciously preconceive it, in order to make Huo Qingzhi's next meeting go smoothly.

She winked at Manager He and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Mr. He, it's a good thing. Mr. Huo is going to improve employee benefits and give priority to the design department."

Hearing this, Manager He felt relieved immediately, and smiled easily, "That's it, then thank you Secretary Song, I'll go in first."

This will be open for quite a long time, until the end of get off work at noon, the door of the office is still closed.

Song Yuran didn't care, she was off work when the time came, and her lunch was a bento made on a whim, with egg dumplings, prawns, and a small vegetable.

Before the microwave was ready, the aroma of food wafted in the air.

Click——

There was a sound from the closed door, and she raised her eyes to see that the door opened from the inside, and then the two managers came out. Judging from the expressions on their faces, it seemed to be going well.

Watching the two of them leave, Song Yuran took out the packed bento and sat back in her seat. Just as she opened the lunch box, the door of the office opened again.

This time Huo Qingzhi came out of the office.

Huo Qingzhi obviously also smelled the aroma of food in the air, and he met her eyes when he tilted his head.

It was obviously lunch time, but with Huo Qingzhi looking at her like this, she had the illusion that she was eating secretly.

In order to ease the atmosphere, she sneered, "Mr. Huo, are you going to eat?"

"En." Huo Qingzhi nodded, turned around, and walked to her desk, "I forgot to order takeaway."

Song Yuran looked at Huo Qingzhi, and then at the bento in front of him. What was in his mind was, when your boss appeared during your meal, what should you say...

"Your lunch is very rich." When Huo Qingzhi said this, she couldn't tell whether it was sincere or polite.

"Then..." Song Yuran said politely, "Eat something?"

"OK."

"........."

Song Yuran swore that she was really just being polite!