Chapter 510: Chapter 297 Successive_2
I’ve been entrusted by an employer, and I’m contacting you late at night. Do you have any plans for a job switch? If you’re interested, we can discuss the details of the compensation!"
"What is this? A headhunting company? Who entrusted you to contact me? And what’s the name of the boss trying to poach me?
If the terms are right, it’s not entirely out of the question!"
Hearing Zhang Yang’s lack of immediate rejection, the person on the other end of the line is a bit surprised. Given the intelligence collected earlier, Zhang Yang is supposed to be a core team member closely connected with Zhang Yang, so expectations weren’t high before making the call.
"We are contacting you on behalf of Xie Xiaozhong, President Xie from Jia Fishing Equipment Company. Rest assured, this call will remain confidential, and nobody else will hear about it, regardless of the outcome!
President Xie’s initial offer is to increase your current annual salary by a hundred thousand! Plus, you’d be the centerpiece of a professionally assembled live streaming team!
Should you engage in product promotions, there would be additional commissions!
In short, we have a lot of sincerity here, and if you’re not satisfied with the offer, we can discuss it further!"
The headhunter manager on the phone sounded like a nagging housewife, rattling off a string of compensation packages in a desperate attempt to finalize the poaching deal on the spot.
"Xie Xiaozhong from Jia Fishing? Oh, it’s him! I’ve heard of him.
Alright, your offer is quite good. If you agree to one condition, I’ll switch to his side!"
Wang Yan’s eyes turned a little red; although his tone remained steady, his face had turned iron blue.
"Really? Tell me! If I can’t decide it, I can convey the message; everything can be negotiated!"
"Ask Xie Xiaozhong if he could lend me his wife for a few nights! If he agrees, I’ll join tomorrow!"
"Um... um..."
Now the hopeful Manager Wang felt confused hearing this absurdly serious condition.
What’s going on here, being a headhunter for several years, this is the first time I’ve encountered such a condition.
His mind couldn’t wrap around the fact that Wang Yan was actually cursing him in a roundabout way.
"What? Can’t do it? Then let’s find President Xie’s mother or daughter, I’m not picky!"
"How can you say such things, don’t you have any manners?" Now Manager Wang realized he was being played, his tone turning a bit agitated.
"Manners? To hell with your manners! You talk about manners while doing the dirty work of poaching behind the scenes, sons born without eyes!
Go back and tell Xie Xiaozhong that our Ming Yang Tian Xia Company is not so easily poached. If he wants to mix online, he should keep his hands steady; if he stretches out his claws again, I, Wang Yan, will be the first to chop them off!"
After saying this, Wang Yan hung up the phone directly. He gathered his wet hair with both hands and spat out a breath, "Damn!"
Zhang Yang heard the entire conversation from start to finish, maintaining a smiling expression: "Alright, you’ve vented. At your age, is it worth getting so angry over such a thing?"
"This bastard Xie Xiaozhong doesn’t have good intentions, calling Han Qiang and then calling me! He’s trying to internally break up our team!" Wang Yan said angrily.
"Those who can be poached aren’t worth keeping! Running a company and doing business, isn’t this the usual? Just keep a calm mind! It’s late, hurry up and sleep!" Zhang Yang said blandly.
"Alright then, as long as you’re aware! You understand the dynamics of team operations and company management better than me!" Wang Yan muttered, then threw himself onto the bed.
...
Although Zhang Yang didn’t lose anything from the two poaching incidents, they served as a reminder that people outside had already set their sights on Zhang Yang’s team, which wasn’t a good omen.
However, Zhang Yang conducted business with confidence; other than the core team of old staples, everyone else was bound by relevant professional contracts. Even if someone defected by breaching these, it wouldn’t hurt Zhang Yang fundamentally.
Looking throughout the company’s team structure, the only employee with both the ability to stand alone and the eligibility to switch jobs is the anchor Chen Xiu, known as Brother Xiu.
Though Chen Xiu’s eight-year contract has restrictions, the penalty for breach is merely a symbolic fifty thousand, which, given Chen Xiu’s current standing, isn’t a concern anymore.
So theoretically speaking, Chen Xiu is the only one with the option to change jobs; everyone else is too constrained to easily break free.
Perhaps it’s worth giving Chen Xiu a call to remind him?
After hesitating for at least a minute, Zhang Yang decided against it.
In terms of business acumen, Chen Xiu is a talented steed, not merely a capable coworker but a true strategist.
When Zhang Yang brought him onto the team, he had considered this issue, hence the symbolic contract clauses without overly tight constraints.
Of course, if it was tightly bound, and Chen Xiu saw no prospects of choice, he might not have signed. It was a matter of mutual selection.
Zhang Yang had confidence both in his judgment and in Chen Xiu’s character.
Poaching? Switching flags for Chen Xiu, who already had great achievements, seemed impossible to Zhang Yang.
The anxious feeling lingered in Zhang Yang’s heart only briefly before he shook it off, as he wasn’t going to be hung up on this matter.
He took out his phone and flirted with Xiaowei on WeChat for a while, then went to sleep early.
...
Early next morning, at five sharp, the phone alarm woke Zhang Yang up.
After a good night’s sleep, Zhang Yang felt refreshed. He got up, washed up quickly, and roused all team members.
A group of people crowded downstairs and then got in the car. Before six o’clock, they arrived at Jinghai Garden Village’s competition fishing ground, at least an hour early.
The fact proved that Zhang Yang’s choice was very prescient; by arriving at the fishing ground half an hour earlier than usual, both the journey and venue seemed much less crowded.
Zhang Yang and his crew found a reliable parking spot, parked the car, then got off, eating breakfast and preparing simultaneously.
In less than half an hour, the preparation area outside Jinghai Garden Fishing Ground became bustling.
The rumble of numerous cars combined, blocking the entrances to the fishing ground solidly with contestants and nearby villagers selling breakfast.
The fishing ground owners, Old Ma and Damelish, personally directed traffic, yet passage remained slow. Some impatient competitors simply got off carrying their fishing gear to prepare early, leaving their companions to handle the cars stuck behind.
Seeing the lively scene, Zhang Yang’s team felt pretty relaxed, having finished their breakfast early and prepared the bait for the contest, now leisurely messing with their phones on the fishing boxes, feeling very calm and at ease.
"Hey, boss, look over there! Isn’t that Liu Xiaoyun?" Just waiting for the opening ceremony, Meng Fan pointed to a distant figure and said.
Zhang Yang followed the direction and glanced over; it was indeed Liu Xiaoyun, whom he’d interacted with a few times before.
Known as the Gentle Swordsman, Liu Xiaoyun was a competitive fishing expert with very sophisticated skills, a national second-level competitive fishing master.
Previously, Liu Xiaoyun had competed with Zhang Yang’s group at W City’s competition pond and lost a bet, encountering Meng Fan several times during outside contests, each becoming a familiar face.
Though familiar, Zhang Yang didn’t much admire Liu Xiaoyun’s character, and said lightly: "Fishing for a car in an upsmall competition, with points at stake; fishermen from all over the country have come!
Not just Master Liu is here; over there, even special teacher He Haibin, Master He, has come!"
"Oh, when will Liu Zi and I become masters? We haven’t even earned two thousand points, and with the year-end evaluation closing soon, there’s no hope!" Meng Fan muttered, visibly caring about the competitive master evaluation.
Zhang Yang listened and grinned: "What’s the current cutoff score? Is it 4500?"
"About that, the thirtieth place is around 4700!" Meng Fan answered.
"A championship adds two hundred to three hundred points, let’s say two hundred; win fifteen four-group championships before year-end, you’ll get the plaque shortly!" Zhang Yang said nonchalantly.
"It’s not that easy. Do you think those pros are just ornaments?" Meng Fan couldn’t help but retort.
"Without the confidence to defeat gods, why qualify for the master title? Keep calm, let’s handle today’s competition first!"
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"Hey, Zhang Yang, you all came too! What a coincidence!"
At this moment, a familiar figure greeted and approached Zhang Yang’s group.