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"Now, nobody can flip my table again."

Li Yichen turned around, ignoring the cheering crowd in the command center, and strode out the door.

An hour later, Li Yichen arrived at the Future Technology Headquarters Building, on the 66th floor.

Two silver-gray industrial machine tools roared to life, sparks flying everywhere in the cleanroom.

Twenty sets of deep black Celestial Warrior armor were neatly arranged in the assembly area. The painting was mostly completed, and the metal shells completely absorbed the cold white light from the overhead lights.

Ling'er's holographic projection did a somersault in mid-air.

"Brother, half of the forty orders from the four major war zones have been secured. In another half month, we can definitely deliver them all at once!"

Li Yichen patted the chest armor of the nearest battle suit.

"Well done! Keep the machines running, and get the backup machines ready too."

He turned and stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for the 60th floor.

The elevator doors slid open.

The door to the CEO's office wasn't closed completely; it was left ajar.

Li Yichen pushed open the door and went in.

Ji Yanran was typing on the computer screen when her new secretary, Feng Yue, stood beside her, holding a thick stack of documents and checking the data.

Hearing the noise, Ji Yanran looked up.

"Boss, you're back just in time."

She turned the screen around and pushed it to the edge of the table.

"The payments for the Phase I battery plant and the Phase II chip plant have just been fully settled, and the construction teams are currently doing the final dust removal and landscaping. In half a month, the two super factories will be fully completed."

Ji Yanran opened a report to her.

"The core production equipment is already en route by sea and land, and is expected to be installed gradually within ten days. But now there is a critical problem stuck here."

Li Yichen pulled out a chair and sat down.

"explain."

"We are short-staffed."

Ji Yanran held up three fingers.

"A factory area of ​​3,000 acres requires 30,000 industrial workers to operate at full capacity. Recruiting 30,000 people within half a month and completing basic training is unprecedented in the history of recruitment in Shanghai."

She tapped the table twice with her pen.

"HR has been urging us several times, but the salary and benefits standards for the new factory haven't been finalized yet. In Shanghai's manufacturing industry, the base salary is generally between 3,500 and 4,500 yuan, plus overtime pay, bringing the total to a little over 6,000 yuan. What should we set? A 10% premium?"

Feng Yue opened her notebook, removed the cap from her pen, and prepared to take notes.

Li Yichen leaned back in his chair, his legs crossed.

"Base salary of eight thousand."

Ji Yanran paused, her pen still.

Feng Yue wrote the character "eight" with a sudden stroke, tearing through the paper.

"Eight hours a day, five days on, two days off."

Li Yichen didn't stop.

"If overtime is required, it will be paid at three times the normal hourly wage. Social insurance and housing fund contributions will be made at the highest rate. All employees, regardless of whether they are frontline workers, security guards, or cleaners, will receive 17 months' salary per year."

"Management salaries start at 12,000, and executive salaries are 20% higher than the highest market rate!"

The office was so quiet that only the sound of the central air conditioning vents could be heard.

Feng Yue's hand trembled, and the Montblanc fountain pen worth several thousand yuan fell to the ground with a thud, splashing ink all over half of her shoe.

She didn't even bother to wipe it.

This is hardly a job posting.

This has directly shattered the salary ceiling in the domestic manufacturing industry!

Base salary of 8,000, weekends off, 8-hour shifts, triple overtime pay, 17th month salary.

This treatment is so good that even white-collar workers in office buildings in Lujiazui would be green with envy, let alone those who work in factories tightening screws.

Ji Yanran swallowed.

"Boss, 30,000 people? At your rate, that'll mean billions more in labor costs every year. Are you sure?"

"Do I lack those billions?"

Li Yichen spread his hands.

"Once the battery and chip factories start production, their daily net profits will be astronomical. It's only right that those who work for me be well-fed, clothed, and take home more money. Issue the announcement as I said."

Ji Yanran didn't try to persuade her anymore and directly picked up the internal phone on the table.

"Notify HR to publish the job posting online with the highest priority. I'll send the salary and benefits details immediately."

Ten minutes later.

Future Technology's official website, major recruitment apps, and short video platforms simultaneously released recruitment posters.

The network crashed instantly.

The official website of Future Technology was flooded with more than three million unique IPs within five minutes, causing the resume receiving email in the backend to crash.

The number one trending topic on Weibo is incredibly popular: Future Technology's incredible job posting.

The comments section went completely crazy.

"A base salary of 8,000? Eight hours a day, weekends off? Seventeen months' pay?! Am I seeing things? Is this some kind of job where I'm fixing screws or living like a king?"

"I'm going to grab the bucket and run away right now! Goodbye supervisor, goodbye boss, I'm going to Future Technology!"

"Boss Li is a living saint! This is a true national pride! He treats his employees like human beings!"

"I have a PhD. Can I apply for a quality inspector position on your assembly line? I'm very quick and efficient!"

carnival.

A celebration for the working class.

But behind this euphoria, the capital circles of the Yangtze River Delta region are in turmoil.

A top-tier private club on the banks of the Huangpu River in Shanghai.

Six or seven pot-bellied middle-aged men sat around a cigar bar, the smoke from their cigars swirling around them, but unable to conceal the fear and rage on their faces.

"He's insane! This guy surnamed Li is absolutely insane!"

Wang Hai, the owner of the largest electronics contract manufacturer in the Yangtze River Delta, slammed his phone down on the coffee table, causing a long crack to appear in the glass surface.

"Just in the last half hour! All three production lines in my factory have stopped! The workers aren't even asking for their wages this month, they just threw their work badges in the supervisor's face and all ran off to Future Technology to line up for interviews! Those peasants, who should be grateful for a meal normally, have gone too far!"

Mr. Liu, the head of a garment manufacturing tycoon next to him, was so anxious that he kept slapping his thigh.

"Who isn't?! My situation is even worse; even the workshop foreman has run away! How are we supposed to keep operating? We can't meet the orders, and the penalties for breach of contract will bankrupt us!"

Seated in the main seat is Sun Chengye, vice president of the Eastern Chamber of Commerce, whose main business is precision manufacturing.

He stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray and gave a stern look.

"His Future Technology is flush with cash and can afford a base salary of 8,000. Can we afford that? This industry relies on squeezing labor costs to make a meager profit. By doing this, he's whetting the workers' appetites; he's cutting off our escape route!"

Wang Hai gritted his teeth.

"Chairman Sun, we can't just stand by and watch him break the rules! We must unite and put pressure on him!"

Sun Chengye let out a cold laugh.

"Rules are rules. He's just a junior, trying to overturn the table just because he has a few core technologies? We'll immediately send him a warning letter in the name of the Chamber of Commerce. Tell him that in the Yangtze River Delta region, dragons have to coil up, and tigers have to lie low! If he doesn't cut his salary, we'll let his 3,000 acres of factory land grow weeds!"

That afternoon.

A jointly signed warning letter was sent to Ji Yanran's email address via encrypted email.

His words were extremely arrogant.

Accusing Future Technology of "maliciously disrupting market order," "damaging the industry's salary ecosystem," and "engaging in unfair competition," the company demanded the immediate withdrawal of its recruitment announcement and a reduction of salaries to the industry average, or face a comprehensive ban from the Yangtze River Delta Capital Alliance.

Ji Yanran printed out the warning letter and slammed it on Li Yichen's desk.

"Boss, those old-school capitalists are getting desperate. They've banded together and are threatening to cut off our upstream and downstream supply chains."

Li Yichen picked up the paper and scanned two lines.

"laugh."

He casually crumpled the paper into a ball, drew an arc, and landed precisely in the corner trash can.

"I spend my own money, pay my own salary, why should I have to put up with these bloodsuckers?"

Li Yichen leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs.

"Supply chain? Our battery and chip technology is unique in the world. They are begging to buy our products, not the other way around. Ban me? They could go to hell."

Ji Yanran handed over a new document.

"They don't dare to cut off supplies openly, but they've already started doing it secretly. The warning letter was just the first step; these people are now resorting to dirty tricks."

Li Yichen took the tablet.

The tide of public opinion on the internet took a bizarre turn within just two hours.

Hundreds of influential figures with millions of followers posted articles simultaneously, with remarkably consistent statements.

"Beware! The traps behind high-paying jobs in the future tech industry!"

"Base salary of 8,000? On-site visit to a future-oriented technological factory reveals serious formaldehyde exceeding standards; employees may be used as guinea pigs!"

"A publicity stunt by capital! Making empty promises to lure people into working for free – exposing Li Yichen's series of scams!"

An anonymous account claiming to be an internal employee even posted several forged hospital diagnoses, alleging that inhaling toxic gases in the future technology workshop caused leukemia.

The entire online army was mobilized.

The comment section was instantly flooded with a large number of copied and pasted negative comments.

Uninformed netizens are easily swayed and start to follow suit with their doubts.

"I knew there was no such thing as a free lunch. Turns out it's a toxic factory."

"It's too exploitative. Paying high salaries to save your life? I absolutely refuse to go!"

"Capitalists are all the same, and Li Yichen is a liar too!"

The data from the recruitment backend has begun to slow down.

Of the thousands of workers who were scheduled to go for interviews this afternoon, more than half backed out and gathered outside the factory gates to wait and see.

Ji Yanran's pretty face was frosty, and her fingers tapped loudly on the table.

"I've investigated these online marketing companies; they're all under the names of those established manufacturing giants. They're trying to use public opinion to completely sabotage our recruitment efforts."

She picked up the internal phone.

"I immediately instructed the legal department to file a lawsuit in court, and at the same time contacted the cyber police to ban all these rumor-mongering marketing accounts."

"Wait a minute."

Li Yichen raised his hand to stop her.

Ji Yanran paused and turned to look at him.

"The lawsuit process is too slow. By the time the court rules, it will be too late. The factory has to start operations in half a month. We don't have time to wrestle with them in this quagmire."

Li Yichen stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the bustling street scene of Pudong outside.

"They like to play the media game, so let's play a big one with them."

He turned around, his gaze icy.

"Ling'er".

Above the watch, Ling'er's virtual avatar popped up instantly.

"Bro, I'm here! I've locked down all the server addresses of those shady PR people!"

Li Yichen braced his hands on the edge of the desk.

"Strip those bosses in the Yangtze River Delta who instigated the trouble, and expose their dirty laundry."

"Tax evasion ledgers, dual contracts that withheld workers' wages, hush agreements that led to deaths from forced overtime, falsified environmental pollution data, and even bank transfer records showing their extramarital affairs."

"Dig out everything that can't be brought to light."

Li Yichen straightened up and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Within half an hour, I want these things to be trending on the entire internet, nailing them to the pillar of shame!"