assistirfilmes Chapter 6 Resignation
Chapter 6 Resignation
The call from Tencent came even faster than Lin Shen had expected.
At 3 p.m. on Friday, the air in the Feixun office was as thick and sticky as ever.
Lin Shen had just submitted an automated test script to the repository when the system notification in the lower right corner popped up with "[Effective slacking time +0.1 hours]" and his phone vibrated on the desktop.
A landline number starting with 0755.
Lin Shen's heart raced slightly, but his hands didn't stop moving. He picked up his phone, got up, and walked towards the stairwell, where the signal was slightly better and it was relatively quiet.
connected.
"Hello, is this Lin Shen?" A gentle male voice came through, his tone steady. "This is Tencent's Human Resources Department. Congratulations on passing our written test. We'd like to schedule a phone interview with you. Would 10 AM tomorrow be convenient for you?"
"It's convenient." Lin Shen's voice was equally calm, but his fingertips unconsciously tightened their grip on the edge of his phone. "Is there anything I need to prepare?"
"No special preparation is needed. The interviewer will ask some basic technical questions and questions related to your personal experience. We will call you five minutes in advance, so please keep your phone accessible."
"OK, thanks."
coming.
It was a business day faster than he expected. It seems that those "small innovations" in the written test really caught Tencent's attention. They couldn't wait any longer and actually conducted a phone interview on Saturday.
As he walked back to his workstation, Lao Wu happened to come out of the meeting room. Seeing him, Lao Wu frowned habitually: "What are you doing making personal calls during work hours! Have you fixed the bug yet?"
"Take care of it immediately." Lin Shen sat down, his gaze sweeping over the system interface.
[Moyu Coin Balance: 3.6]
In three days, he squeezed out more than 3 coins, like squeezing a sponge.
"That's definitely enough!"
At that moment, Lin Shen made a decision. He closed all his work windows and opened a blank document. His fingers paused for a moment on the keyboard, then began to type.
It's not code, but a detailed "Work Handover and Project Review Document".
The system includes code comment guidelines, a current module architecture diagram, a test case list, a troubleshooting manual for common problems, and even a "pitfall avoidance guide" for potential newcomers.
He wrote in great detail, down to the meaning of every configuration item and the background of every historical issue.
If you're going to leave, leave cleanly and without reproach.
But will Lao Wu let him go?
Lin Shen, who earns a monthly salary of 2500 yuan, is still doing as well as any regular employee at Feixun, even when he's slacking off lately.
Lin Shen needs to give Lao Wu a handover that he "cannot refuse".
It's 6 PM, time to get off work.
The sound of people packing up could be heard in the office, but no one dared to leave because Old Wu was still there.
Lin Shen also pressed the print button at that moment.
Thirty-odd pages of documents slowly emerged from the printer, still carrying the faint smell of warm toner. He bound the documents and, along with the USB drive containing all the code and scripts, placed them into a transparent file folder.
Then, he turned on the phone's recording function, clicked start, turned the phone screen down, and put it back in his pocket.
After doing all this, he picked up the file bag and walked towards Old Wu's small office.
"Enter."
"Manager Wu, there's something I'd like to discuss with you."
Old Wu then looked up and saw the file folder in Lin Shen's hand. His brows furrowed again as usual: "What is it now? The toolkit you wrote is indeed very good. We've found quite a few problems these past two days. By the way, hurry up and tell me, I'm busy."
Lin Shen placed the file folder on the table and pushed it in front of the other person: "Manager Wu, I am applying for resignation."
The air froze for two seconds.
Old Wu seemed not to have heard clearly, or rather, he couldn't believe what he had heard. He slowly lowered the mouse, leaned back in his swivel chair, and narrowed his eyes: "You... what did you say?"
"I am submitting my resignation," Lin Shen repeated, his tone still calm. "This is my handover document and all materials. All code is commented, test coverage reaches 95%, and it also includes a new employee onboarding guide and a project risk assessment. I will complete the handover process according to company regulations."
Old Wu's gaze swept back and forth between the file folder and Lin Shen's face several times, then he suddenly chuckled, but there was no warmth in his laughter: "Lin Shen, what are you talking about? This is a critical period for the project! We have to deliver the demo version to Tencent next week, and you're telling me you're resigning now?"
"My internship employment contract does not stipulate a service period or a non-compete clause," Lin Shen said, meeting his gaze. "Resigning is my legal right. I will give three days' notice as required by law and complete all handover work to ensure the project's progress is not affected."
"The law," Old Wu said, as if he had seen through something, his friendly face appearing suddenly. "Come, Xiao Lin, sit down!"
"Young man, don't be too impulsive!" Old Wu got up and made Lin Shen a cup of coffee, adopting a "for your own good" tone. "Do you know how tough the job market is right now? How many fresh graduates can't find jobs? Your starting salary at Feixun may not be high, but it's stable! Work hard, and next year I'll apply for a transfer to the core team, with a salary increase to 4000. How about that?"
Lin Shen almost burst out laughing.
4000.
He remembered that in his previous life, Old Wu had also made similar promises, and he believed them. He endured it for another six months, and his salary increased from 2500 to 2800.
"No need, Manager Wu. I've already made up my mind."
Old Wu stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "4500. I'll make you a full-time employee right away, with a monthly salary of 4500, plus bonuses for participating in new projects. This is the limit I can apply for. Xiao Lin, think about it carefully. In Shenzhen, with room and board included, what does 4500 mean for a fresh graduate?"
If it were Lin Shen from his past life, perhaps he would be moved.
But Lin Shen simply shook his head: "Really, it's not necessary. I've already prepared the handover documents."
Old Wu's face turned completely dark. He had never seen such an "ungrateful" intern. Even though he admitted that Lin Shen's skills were indeed good and had recently improved by leaps and bounds, wasn't he trained by Feixun?
Old Wu's ferocious face appeared suddenly. He slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly, his swivel chair sliding backward with a screeching sound. "Have you found another job? Which company? You dare to poach my people!"
The glass partitions don't provide good sound insulation.
All the colleagues who were pretending to be busy stopped what they were doing and listened intently to the sounds coming from inside the glass cubicle.
Lin Shen looked at Lao Wu, who had changed three different faces in a short period of time, and felt a sincere admiration for him. If he hadn't been about the same age as Lao Wu, he would have been really scared. But he suddenly felt that the scene was a bit ridiculous, like watching a low-quality sitcom.
He didn't answer Lao Wu's question, but tilted his head and said in a probing tone, "Manager Wu, your speed in changing your expression reminds me of our server's dynamic load balancing algorithm, which adjusts weights in real time based on request pressure. However, your algorithm is well optimized, with the latency of mood switching controlled in milliseconds. It's just that the CPU usage is a bit high; I can see you're sweating."
Old Wu was stunned for a second, completely unable to understand what crazy things Lin Shen was saying.
"I'm asking you a question!" Old Wu raised his voice, loud enough to be heard throughout the entire floor. "Did you secretly interview with Tencent? Let me tell you, Feixun is vying for Tencent's outsourcing projects. If you leave now, you're sabotaging them! You're a traitor! You're ungrateful!"
He walked around the table, took a step closer, his greasy face flushed with excitement: "Let me tell you, Lin Shen, the Shenzhen internet industry is only so big! One word from me and you're finished! You think Tencent is so easy to get into? I have connections inside Tencent! Believe me, I can make a phone call and you won't even pass the initial interview!"
Old Wu didn't know that Lin Shen had interviewed with Tencent; rather, he was telling Lin Shen that if he could ruin such a powerful company as Tencent, then he could certainly sabotage other companies as well.
This is a naked,江湖-style workplace threat from IT professionals who rose to prominence during the early, unregulated era.
Afraid?
Lin Shen was a little distracted. He even found Old Wu's expression quite amusing: his eyebrows were furrowed into a twisted line, the corners of his mouth were turned down, and his nostrils were slightly flared from rapid breathing. It looked exactly like an emoji he had seen on Tencent in his past life: "Impotent Rage.jpg".
At that very moment, the system interface in the lower right corner of the view suddenly started to move.
It wasn't the usual gentle flicker, but rather a sudden, intense light, like the revival after a cardiac arrest!
[Location Awareness & Depth Assessment Mandatory Trigger]
[Forced consumption of 1 "Slacking Off Coin"]
[Environmental scan in progress... High concentration of hostile signals detected]
[Target identified: Wu Shichang (Project Manager, Feixun Technology)]
Threat Level Assessment: Medium to High (Workplace Coercion, Relationship Abuse)
[Searching for related information... Search complete]
[Related Person: Wang Jianguo (Deputy Director), Tencent Interactive Entertainment]
[Status: In June 2010, he was internally investigated for illegal outsourcing and accepting bribes from partners. He is currently suspended pending further investigation. Preliminary evidence is conclusive, and his dismissal is expected to be announced this week.]
[Risk Warning: This "relationship" is no longer valid; referencing it will have adverse effects.]
[Suggested response strategy: Information disclosure + public release of recordings]
Lin Shen stared at the line of text, paused for a moment, and then—
He smiled.
It wasn't a restrained smile, but a low, suppressed chuckle that rolled from deep in his throat. His shoulders trembled slightly, his eyes curved into crescents, and his mouth stretched wide, revealing neat teeth.
At such a tense moment, with Old Wu threatening him with spittle flying everywhere, he smiled.
Old Wu was choked by the laughter, his furious words stuck in his throat, unable to come out, and he was reminded of the terrifying scene in the server room that day.
"What...what are you laughing at?" Old Wu's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible panic. At this moment, he wavered. Perhaps it would be better to let this ticking time bomb go.
Lin Shen raised his hand to wipe away the tears that had come out of his laughter, took a deep breath, and tried to restore his expression to normal, but his eyes still shone with that unsettling light. "I'm sorry, Manager Wu," he said, his voice still trembling with lingering laughter, "I just suddenly thought... it's quite cute." Lin Shen deliberately omitted the word "system."
"What's cute?" Old Wu was completely dumbfounded.
"It's nothing." Lin Shen shook his head, then leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice so that only the two of them could hear, but his tone was light as if he were sharing an interesting piece of gossip, "Manager Wu, the 'relationship' you mentioned earlier... is it Wang Jianguo, the deputy director of Tencent Interactive Entertainment?"
Old Wu's face, which had turned from a furious red, suddenly turned white.
It only took 1 second.
He felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his face; he froze on the spot, his lips moving but no sound coming out.
"Look," Lin Shen continued, his tone even a little excited, "the internet circle may not be big, but news travels very fast. I heard that Director Wang was suspended from his duties last month for violating regulations on outsourcing and accepting bribes. The evidence seems quite conclusive, and his dismissal will be announced this week."
He paused, looking at the cold sweat beading on Old Wu's forehead, and slowly added the last sentence, his voice still very soft, but each word sounded like a small hammer striking glass:
"It's not really appropriate for you to bring him up now, is it? It's like showing off your 'backup power supply' when the server crashes—only to find out when you turn it on that the power supply broke down three years ago."
Old Wu's Adam's apple bobbed violently.
Lin Shen had already straightened up and taken out his recording phone from his pocket.
The screen is lit up, displaying the recording duration: 06:42.
He paused the call, then held up his phone, screen facing Lao Wu, like showing off a fun little toy. He then raised the volume, making sure every word was clearly audible throughout the office, his voice even carrying a touch of theatrical exaggeration:
"Manager Wu, you just said that you made it impossible for me to survive in Shenzhen"—oh dear, that reminds me of our database deadlock detection mechanism: two processes are waiting for each other, neither can move, and in the end, we can only forcibly kill one of them.
He blinked, his expression as innocent as if he were asking a question in class: "Guess who this deadlock will kill today?"
Then he raised his finger, hovering it above the play button, and tilted his head to ask, "Would you like me to play it for everyone? I've turned the volume up to the maximum to make sure my colleagues in the back can hear it clearly, just like the accessibility features we optimize for users—we've thought of everything."
The office was completely silent.
Everyone held their breath, watching the absurd standoff unfold inside the glass partition.
An intern held up his phone, grinning as he threatened the project manager; while the usually imposing Old Wu was now ashen-faced, like a weathered stone statue.
Old Wu clenched and unclenched his fist repeatedly. He tried to lunge forward to snatch the phone, but Lin Shen had already taken two steps back, creating a safe distance. The smile in his eyes vanished, replaced by a cold, almost manic sharpness.
"My resignation paperwork," he asked, emphasizing each word, his voice low but each syllable like a nail, "can it be completed today?"
Old Wu stared intently at him, at the phone that was still recording, and at the "I'll do anything" expression on Lin Shen's face.
Ten seconds.
Twenty seconds.
Old Wu's shoulders slumped.
"……able."
Ten minutes later, the Human Resources Department.
The HR lady, a middle-aged woman in her forties, had clearly already heard rumors. She looked at the USB drive Lin Shen handed her, the printed handover list, and the thick document of over thirty pages, then glanced at Old Wu beside her, who looked like he'd lost his soul and was ashen-faced, without saying a word.
She silently took the documents and began processing the paperwork.
Certificate of termination of employment, pay stubs, social security and housing fund transfer slips... each document was stamped and signed. The process was unusually fast.
When the last document was stamped, Lin Shen suddenly said to the HR lady, "Excuse me, could I borrow a pen?"
The older sister looked at him suspiciously and handed him a black pen.
Lin Shen took the pen and then—quickly began to draw on the blank space on the back of the resignation certificate.
With a few strokes, a simple little figure appears: the figure is slumped in a chair, head tilted back, fingers tapping in the air, and a half-smile on its face. Next to it is a line of small text:
"Enjoy slacking off."
After finishing the drawing, he returned the pen and grinned at the dumbfounded HR woman: "A souvenir."