Even if Song Wuli was right, he wasn’t allowed to say it!
Scriptwriter Biaji was furious, practically about to explode.
He forcefully suppressed that scorching anger once again.
As everyone knows, gases can be compressed, so this was perfectly logical.
He soon found a new angle to nitpick.
“Then let me ask you, you’re so old, how come you’re still just a small Team Leader in this company? Have you ever reflected on your own professional competence?”
Song Wuli remained unperturbed as he answered, “So what you mean is, anyone with worse professional competence than me doesn’t deserve to stay in this company, is that it?”
Scriptwriter Biaji’s temper was blazing hot.
He didn’t care anymore and admitted it.
“Do you think the company should support idlers?”
Song Wilai replied, “Standing before you is an outstanding employee who had the longest attendance hours in the Wenan Group last year and received the highest A-level performance rating.”
Xiao Liu suddenly shouted out again to add, “Right! Team Leader Song had the number one total hours in the entire Què Yì project team. No one could outlast him. Only two people got that A rating, even the guys in the Programming Group were impressed.”
Scriptwriter Biaji had to admit he’d miscalculated.
Blinded by rage, he’d lost even the most basic logic.
For Old Song to stay in the company at his age without being fired, he clearly had some capability.
Either he had backing or he had skill.
Such simple logic, and Scriptwriter Biaji hadn’t even thought of it.
He felt a slight twinge of regret.
Not regret for picking a fight with Song Wuli, but regret for being too quick with his mouth and not finding the right angle to pick on.
But now he had a new discovery: since this Team Leader stayed on through ability, that meant he was someone without backing, right?
Good.
A mere Team Leader, what kind of waves could he make?
If he wasn’t taught a lesson, would he think this world was still the wonderful world ruled by Humans?
Scriptwriter Biaji changed his tone.
“Team Leader Song, is it? Do you have some grievance with me?”
The few elites beside him kept making meaningful looks at Old Song.
Aside from the colleagues who didn’t get along and were watching the show, even those who were just passing acquaintances hoped Old Song would say less, hoping for temporary calm.
They had some goodwill towards Old Song, thinking this guy was brave, upright, willing to stand up for his subordinates and speak out against injustice.
He was definitely a good leader, a good buddy.
They especially didn’t want Old Song to get fired for offending the famous Scriptwriter Biaji.
“What’s wrong? Weren’t you so tough just now? Why aren’t you talking now? Do you have some grievance with me?”
Scriptwriter Biaji continued pressing aggressively.
“Yes.”
Song Wuli admitted bluntly.
Not expecting him to be so direct, Scriptwriter Biaji was momentarily speechless.
His rage meter rose another notch, still being compressed.
“Fine, you’ve got guts. Then say it! In front of all these people, say it loudly! What exactly are you dissatisfied with about me?”
His voice grew a few decibels louder.
Everyone in Wenan Team 2 stopped their work, turning to look at them.
People from Wenan Team 1 came over too, watching them secretly.
The Supervisor had only left for a short while, never expecting such a big problem to erupt.
Song Wuli answered, “I think you, as an external contractor for our company, are overstepping. I suggest you join the company officially before you start pointing fingers.”
Old Song was like a wild kid possessed, outrageously arrogant.
“Fine, Team Leader Song, remember what you said today. Don’t regret it tomorrow.”
Scriptwriter Biaji, choked by the retort, didn’t want to engage with him anymore and turned to leave.
“Wait, there’s one more thing. Aren’t you very concerned about work? Let me add you as a contact. That way we can communicate quickly about work matters.”
Song Wuli didn’t want it to end so simply.
“Hmph, someone like you is worthy of adding me?”
Scriptwriter Biaji threw down these words and left.
Song Wuli shouted again, “You refuse to cooperate, refuse to communicate about work matters. Don’t blame me for reporting it to the Producer. And you have the nerve to say the new version’s schedule is tight? If the new version’s launch is delayed, you’ll bear the greatest responsibility!”
Biaji left without looking back.
Of course, in the end, he still angrily accepted Song Wuli’s contact request.
He certainly didn’t actually want to chat with Old Song about work.
He wanted to set a trap, send some baiting chat messages, fish out some inappropriate remarks from Old Song, prepare to post them online, and use his own influence to socially execute Song Wuli on the internet.
After storming out of the Wenan Group, he went to the Programming Group and vented for the entire afternoon, cursing anyone he caught, and nitpicking if he didn’t catch anyone.
In the entire project team, aside from the setback he suffered in Wenan Team 2, he could do whatever he wanted everywhere else.
Even the supervisors of other departments didn’t dare offend him.
He confirmed his own status and confirmed the Producer’s status.
Even if he was just a fox borrowing the tiger’s might, almost no one dared offend him, showing the Producer’s status was very high, almost approaching the Director’s level.
Everyone else’s reactions were normal.
Why did Team Leader Song Wuli dare to be so arrogant?
Returning to the Producer’s office, he chatted idly with the Producer, distracted.
He suddenly asked, “By the way, do you know that guy surnamed Song in the Wenan Group? What’s his background?”
Producer: “Surnamed Song? Don’t remember such a person. Why?”
Scriptwriter Biaji started stirring trouble.
“That kid has a hell of a temper. Doesn’t put you, doesn’t put me in his eyes, doesn’t put our project in his eyes either. The schedule is so tight, yet he acts like nothing’s wrong, still has time to wander around everywhere.”
Listening to him vent his dissatisfaction, the Producer roughly understood the two had some conflict.
“Alright, I’ll look into it afterwards.”
Scriptwriter Biaji’s phone suddenly vibrated with a notification sound.
He picked it up to look.
It was a message from Song Wuli:
[The schedule for the new version is very tight, we need to produce the first draft ASAP, right?]
Biaji typed a reply: [Right. Complete the copywriting work within a week. No delays. If not completed, bear the consequences yourself.]
Song Wuli: [Okay]
Communication this smooth?
Biaji found it a bit hard to believe.
Did the Producer pressure Song Wuli in that last half minute?
Scold him?
Looks like this Producer really cares about me!
Biaji’s mood improved again.
In the evening, after leaving the company at quitting time, he and the Producer were going to get dinner.
Just after stepping out of the company, his phone kept vibrating with notification sounds.
He opened it to look.
More messages from Song Wuli.
[File 1: This copy has some points of contention. Need you to look at the parts requiring revision.]
Biaji still hadn’t realized something was off.
He accepted the file and looked.
Two thousand words of content.
At first, he read carefully, nitpicking and finding dozens of faults for no reason, spending the entire half hour at the restaurant on it.
He and the Producer had just ordered food at the restaurant when his phone rang again.
The revised file arrived, demanding Scriptwriter Biaji review it immediately.
He ignored it, left it hanging.
A few minutes later, Song Wuli sent another message, another new file.
Ignored it, ate a few bites of food, a third file arrived.
The entire meal, his phone kept ringing.
After finishing the meal, the phone was still ringing.
On the way home, he had to spend some time reviewing and writing revision notes.
It rang while he was showering, it rang while he was watching the news in the evening.
Even when he wanted to browse the news before sleeping, Song Wuli sent a video call request, demanding Scriptwriter Biaji handle work matters immediately.
Because the schedule was tight, Biaji was required to keep his phone accessible for communication at all times to prevent the new version from missing testing and affecting the launch date.
“Fuck your mother! The world’s turned upside down?!”
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