This defense session had people from several groups, but the other groups didn’t need Old Song.
The copywriting team had 4 people who needed to pass probation.
Group 1 had 1 person, Group 2 had 3 people.
On the interviewer side, there were two group leaders from the copywriting team, the supervisor, and two people from HR, forming an interview panel of 5 people total.
The first to do the defense was the person from Group 1, a young guy.
Song Wuli had seen him before.
A few days ago, when Old Song and Bianju Biaoji had their conflict, this young guy had cheered Old Song on.
When he entered the room, he was very nervous, with a water stain on his chest, probably from spilling water before the defense, with no time to change clothes.
Standing in front of everyone, he seemed a bit dull, spacing out.
The two HR people had already started scoring.
As expected of HR, decisive with their pens, cold and ruthless.
The Group 1 leader quickly gave the young guy doing the defense a meaningful look, and after a few seconds, the guy finally understood.
He finally started the process.
“I… let me introduce myself, I…”
Old Song looked at the items on the sheet, a 10-point scale, and began scoring freely.
The so-called Iron-Faced Selfless Song Qingtian was just a joke.
Since this young guy had once stood up for Old Song, Old Song was happy to help someone out now.
Even though the first impression of this defense looked terrible, Old Song still gave a mediocre score of 5 on the first few items.
The defense lasted about 15 minutes, and the supervisor, probably wanting to redeem himself, started chatting with HR.
The first probation defense ended.
The purpose was simple: let the first guy who went out communicate with the people outside, letting them pass on defense experience to each other.
If the people outside were competitors, this wouldn’t happen.
This defense session had no quota limits, anyone could pass probation, so there was no competitive relationship.
Moreover, they had communicated privately, their relationship was decent, so they would naturally pass on experience to each other.
The supervisor probably knew this.
This small interlude gave the young people tremendous help.
When Chang Yong came in second, he was noticeably more confident.
The defense began, first a bow, then self-introduction.
The two HR people stroked their chins, pondered for a long time, and gave him a first impression score of 7.
The defense continued, finished in 12 minutes, and even though Song Wuli didn’t go easy on him, all items combined gave him a good average score of over 7.
Then it was Chang Kaihuai’s turn, his first impression score was 8, and the other items were also quite good, averaging over 8.
These two guys were solidly passing, probation shouldn’t be a problem.
One person remained, Greta.
One of them called away the Group 1 leader.
During the break time, the two HR people stood up, one of them lit a cigarette, opened the window, and slowly smoked.
This guy obviously had something to say, Old Song could tell, and waited.
Song Wuli shook his head and declined.
The other one called Song Wuli away, to the corner, and said in a low voice:
“Team Leader Song, want a smoke?”
HR handed over a cigarette.
A few seconds later, HR indeed made his move:
“Team Leader Song, I’ve read your file, impressive, so dazzling that people like us who work 12-hour shifts every day feel inadequate.”
Song Wuli smiled awkwardly, and humbly said:
“I personally don’t have any special skills, just this ability to stay up late.”
HR also smiled, and said quietly:
“What our company needs is exactly people like you who can endure hardship, that Greta person from the Outer District, I’ve seen her, she doesn’t quite fit our company.”
Song Wuli:
“Isn’t her work done quite well? Although remote work is a bit… her personal ability is pretty good, right?”
HR replied quietly again:
“No, what our company needs isn’t people with outstanding ability, what we need is people who can follow the rules and regulations, do you understand what I mean?”
He lightly tapped Old Song’s shoulder.
Old Song’s brow furrowed, and he put in a few more words:
“She has an advantage, irreplaceable in foreign languages, with Outer District life experience, able to bring a lot of authentic Outer District content to our project team.”
“Team Leader Song.”
HR’s tone became more serious,
“Our company, no one is irreplaceable, whether it’s you, or me.”
The cigarette was finished.
Song Wuli noticed his work badge: Zhang Laiyang.
Several people came back, sat down in their seats, preparing for the final defense.
Old Song looked up, and looked at the supervisor.
The supervisor happened to be looking at him too, his gaze somewhat complex, blinking twice with hostility.
Old Song began to think, recalling his confrontation with Bianju Biaoji in the copywriting team office area, recalling the young people in the group calling him boss.
His expression became resolute, and he shook his head slightly at the supervisor.
“Team Leader Song…”
Greta came in, this was the second time Song Wuli had seen her recently, there was still a sense of freshness.
This woman appeared radiant, you could see her eyes seemed to glow, full of sunny energy, seemingly having beautiful visions for the Future.
What’s up? Did something good happen?
After entering, she also greeted with neither humility nor arrogance, but didn’t bow, just waved.
HR indeed started writing, and gave a score.
Greta continued introducing herself in quite standard Mandarin:
“I’m responsible for content related to Outer District culture in the copywriting team, in our Outer District, there are many interesting stories, these stories add a lot of authenticity to the Outer District content in our game…”
She was introducing her specialty.
The several interviewers had already lost interest in listening, the Group 1 person looked at Song Wuli, and the two exchanged several glances.
Seems he had also gotten the HR reminder, yet cared about Old Song’s opinion.
Song Wuli shook his head again, passing information to the Group 1 leader.
As for whether this brother with a competitive relationship would give Old Song face? Hard to judge for now.
Continuing to listen to Greta, she began calmly introducing what she was responsible for, as well as the problems she encountered and her solutions.
This part was very engaging, she used the projector to show many photos, photos she took while gathering materials during remote work.
She didn’t know where she found many Outer District people, chatted with them about Outer District matters, and obtained many seemingly beautiful stories.
Old Song had done similar things, but what Old Song understood was the local customs of the locals.
Listening to the beautiful Outer District stories described by Greta, several interviewers were somewhat enamored.
Honestly, her speech in this defense was better than all 3 previous ones, and in terms of work she had indeed done very well.
From knowing nothing at the start, to now being able to complete assigned tasks on time, and often working overtime, and able to discover unique copy, able to make up for the copywriting team’s weakness of all employees being locals.
Song Wuli also gave a fair evaluation for the first time, neither praising her nor badmouthing her.
Overall he gave an 8.
He paused for a moment at the signature field, and finally signed his own name.
The two HR people both looked unhappy, seeing the forms of all three of them, they left with dark faces.
The supervisor walked past with a smile, Old Song patted his shoulder:
“Consider me owing you a favor.”
The supervisor nodded and left:
“Don’t send me gifts, I’m afraid you’ll send something too cheap, I won’t be able to refuse, and I’d be at too much of a loss.”
Old Song also nodded.
The Group 1 leader also walked past from the side, sighed, seemingly wanting to lecture Song Wuli.
Before Old Song could speak, that guy spoke first:
“You don’t owe me, last time teaching that Oscar-Nominated Screenwriter a lesson, consider it me repaying you.”
Old Song also nodded:
“Thanks.”
Just as he was about to leave, the Group 1 leader suddenly asked quietly:
“You and this Outer District woman… that kind of relationship?!”
Old Song:
“No, don’t overthink, I have no thoughts at all, just colleagues.”
The Group 1 leader asked again:
“Then why did you hard-oppose HR?”
Song Wuli replied:
“They PUA’d you and me, I wasn’t happy, so I protected my people, what about it?”
“No other meaning.”
“Niu Yao.”
The Group 1 leader extended a thumbs-up, purely admiring:
“Team Leader Song, in my mind, you’re now Lü Bu of Tiger Trap Pass, tough and badass.”
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