2 The Honest Joe

The news that Yu Ping, the project manager, would probably fire Cao Su, spread like wildfire among a small group of colleagues who went back to the conference.

Cao Su came out of the conference room on the third floor. He did not return to his workstation on the fifth floor but went downstairs first.

The industrial park of Da Lan Group covered dozens of acres. The wide roads in the park were lined with trees, surrounding the factory and the seven-story office building like a garden.

Cao Su lit a cigarette under the shade of a tree beside the product department building. He first used his phone to transfer 500,000 yuan to his family's card. He had to send money back every month. His family had worked hard to support him through college, so he would definitely have to support them when he earned.

He was the eldest son, after all.

After the transfer, Cao Su called his mother. After explaining to his mother for more than ten minutes, he transferred 100,000 yuan to his sister, Cao Yun, who was in her second year in Beijing. He informed her through WeChat that he was going to be able to get through. He returned to the office building in a good mood.

After settling down at home without any worries, the next step was to change his own life!

Cao Su had just walked into the office area on the fifth floor when he saw the beautiful Su Qing, a junior at Sun Yat-sen University who was interning at the product experience department next door, stand up and walk towards the door.

She was wearing an elegant and exquisite black short-sleeved embroidered T-shirt paired with a high-waisted light gray dress, revealing her exquisite curves. The white stockings decorated her round and straight calves under the skirt. She walked over in high heels, looking elegant and beautiful.

She was 1.62 meters tall, and her curvy figure was well-proportioned. Her skin was as fair as jade, and her face was simply exquisite! The 21-year-old girl was the most beautiful scenery on the fifth floor!

Ever since she came to intern for more than ten days, all the male colleagues in the park knew about her beauty. Countless men had wet dreams about her every night.

If Cao Su slowed down, he could greet her face-to-face. He was a senior employee, so Su Qing, an intern, would definitely respond to his greeting.

However, Cao Su did not stop. Instead, he walked toward his seat.

How could a thirty-year-old single man not be a philanderer? Cough cough, the sentence was crossed out and rewritten. How could he not like beautiful women? However, the problem now was, how could he, who was just an ordinary person, tell the girl that he was close to her?

Show her his bank balance?

Transfer a ton of money through AliPay?

This was very low, not something a mature man would do. First, he had to dress up and take care of himself. Clothes made the man, and gold maketh the Buddha. Of course, he had to keep a low profile and not look like some wealthy inheritor.

He already had an answer in his heart as to how to spend the one billion yuan.

First, it was bottom-line thinking. He planned to invest 500 million in fixed assets. To be precise, it would be in a house. It was obvious that the housing prices in Shencheng would rise for a long time to come.

With the remaining 500 million, he planned to spend 200 million on shopping and improving his life. The remaining 300 million would be used used to start a business. As the saying went: become bigger and stronger, and create more glory!

The distribution of the funds was probably related to his personality and age. When a person reached thirty, he had a clear understanding of the rules of society. He didn't need to try to enter different circles like a 20-year-old would.

In today's society, only those with a career and social status could live comfortably and enjoy life to their heart's content. It was not enough to just have money. He had to turn money into influence!

He had to go out later to do his shopping and improve his life.

He first filled in the resignation application form in the office system.

Cao Su had just arrived at his workstation when the young colleague sitting behind him turned around and casually instructed, "Old Cao, there are a few projects that you need to follow. I just transferred it to you through the UA system."

Cao Su patted the back of the chair of this young man called "Zhan Baiyu" and said indifferently: "Keep it for yourself!"

This kid was used to throwing work he didn't want to do to him! However, if he went to the supervisor, most of the work would still be assigned to him.

Being rejected, Zhan Baiyu's expression immediately changed. Damn it, what kind of attitude is this? He looked at Cao Su unhappily and warned, "Old Cao, these are very urgent projects. Brother Mei arranged them."

The head of the art department was called Mei Qian.

Cao Su glanced at him coldly and ignored the young man. He pulled out a chair and sat down. He skillfully typed the password and opened the office system.

Zhan Baiyu looked at Cao Su's back with a gloomy face. He turned back to his computer and reported to his supervisor, Mei Qian.

Cao Su calmly filled out a resignation application form, clicked submit, and shut down his phone. He took out his wallet from the right-hand drawer and put it in his pocket. He picked up the key and stood up.

The resignation process would take about a week.

This resignation application form needed to be signed by his supervisor, department head, HR supervisor and its department head, the vice president in charge of the business department, and the president, before it could be transferred to the financial settlement.

He would come to the company next week and settle his salary in the finance department.

"Old Cao, wait a moment. Let's go smoke a cigarette together." Cao Su had barely taken two steps when he was stopped by Mei Qian, the head of the art design team.

It was obvious that Zhan Baiyu had complained to the supervisor in the group's communication software, Pigeon Post. The head of the art department, who was in charge of more than twenty people, received a ton of emails every day. It was impossible for him to immediately notice his resignation application.

Mei Qian was in his mid-thirties. He wore glasses and had a well-proportioned figure. He had worked in the Da Lan Corporation for eight years and was older than Cao Su. He was dressed decently in a striped business T-shirt with the hem tucked into his trousers. He and Cao Su went to the pantry on the fifth floor to smoke.

The salary of all departments in the mobile phone business of Da Lan Corporation was very good, about 30% higher than the average level of the industry. As a supervisor, Mei Qian's annual income was about 500,000 yuan.

"Old Cao, what's going on? You're disheartened by Yu Ping's scolding?" Mei Qian smiled and handed Cao Su a cigarette.

He was younger than the little ones who worked and was well-informed. He knew that Cao Su had been held back by the project supervisor and senior manager, Yu Ping. What this meant was self-evident.

Cao Su lit up his cigarette and leaned against the long edge of the sink. He took a drag and smiled slightly as he said indifferently, "If Yu Ping blames me for the failure of the project, she will pay a heavy price!"

Mei Qian was smiling on the surface, but in his heart, he was f*cking mad. He did not think much of Cao Su's "ruthless words." How can an ordinary employee like him make Manager Yu pay the price? Didn't she know that CEO Qi highly valued her?

In the workplace, a beautiful woman would never know how many men she'd have. So why say such harsh stuff in the first place?

Honestly speaking, he actually never thought much of Cao Su. When it came to work, he was indeed diligent, hardworking, and guaranteed quality and quantity. However, the upper limit of his ability was just like that. He didn't have that extra sparkle that could make anyone notice him.

Moreover, Cao Su was a little arrogant and was not usually close to him, the supervisor. Therefore, every year, he would give away his own promotion opportunities to his trusted subordinates.

He was being polite now because he wanted to "squeeze out" Cao Su from his last bit of work energy. After all, if a diligent and honest person were to be "fired," the workload of the others on the team would be huge. He was sure that he could handle Cao Su.

"Old Cao, you're a senior employee of the company. Everyone has seen what you've done for the company over the years. If Yu Ping puts you at the bottom of the elimination list, I will be the first to disagree."

He could only listen to this kind of nonsense. Did he think he was a three-year-old child? What's the use of not agreeing? Yu Ping's authority was equivalent to that of the head of the product department. Cao Su casually tapped off the ash from his cigarette and said perfunctorily, "Thank you."

"What are you thanking me for?" With a cigarette between his fingers, Mei Qian struck while the iron was hot."Old Cao, can you take a look at the work that Little Zhan transferred to you later? He's young and doesn't know how to speak. Don't lower yourself to his level!"

Cao Su could not help but laugh. Forgive him for not being able to control his anger well enough. He really couldn't help it. "Xiao Mei, you have to know when to stop!" she said sarcastically as she glanced at Mei Qian. You don't need me to teach you this, do you?

Didn't you see the resignation application I just submitted?"

This b*stard! So she came to talk nonsense because she wanted him to work overtime!

Who the f*ck are you calling Xiao Mei? Mei Qian was extremely happy, but when he heard that Cao Su had already submitted his resignation application, the joy immediately dissipated!

Yu Ping wanted Cao Su to resign as an explanation for the failure of the project. And Cao Su had just said that if Yu Ping dared to take advantage of him, he would make Yu Ping pay the price. In the end, he had already submitted his resignation!

'Damn it, so you're having fun!'

Mei Qian tried to persuade him in annoyance. "Old Cao, the decision for Yu Ping's project review hasn't been released yet. I'll go and fight for it for you now. She'll still have to stand guard for the last shift. Don't you think so?"

Cao Su sneered and extinguished the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray. He asked bluntly, "You can do it? Bullshit! Please approve my resignation application as soon as possible!" With that, he left the pantry.

Mei Qian stared blankly at Cao Su's tall and straight back as he disappeared outside the pantry. His face turned green and white at Cao Su's words.

Just now, he felt that he could easily deal with this 'naive man' who was throwing a tantrum. Therefore, he and Cao Su only came to the pantry to smoke a cigarette instead of going to the conference room to talk in detail. This in itself was an act of contempt.

He wanted to paint a big picture to give him hope, raise his status verbally, and allow him not to stoop to the level of a young man. A gentleman could deceive him with a square method and use rules and regulations to trap him.

But Cao Su did not fall for his trick at all! Instead, he showed off his abilities! It was completely different from the image of the "Honest Joe" he used to be. He was caught off guard.

"D*mn! This kid wants to resign. He's already letting himself go! Forget it. I won't lower myself to his level. Wasn't it because Yu Ping had taught him a lesson and forced him to resign? He didn't even dare to resist and obediently submitted his resignation."

Mei Qian consoled himself in his heart. With a dark expression, he returned to his desk and pulled out Cao Su's resignation application form. He clicked "Approved."