Chapter 3 – Who’s Best at Restructuring the Workplace

“Isn’t Brother Zhou the same as before?” Wang Xiaopang thought awkwardly. Every time he saw Supervisor Sheng, he didn’t dare utter a word…

However, when he glanced again, he was stunned. Shen Baizhou was still writing Crazy Stone. As for the PPT that Supervisor Sheng had assigned, this guy hadn’t even looked at it…

“Brother Zhou, are you ready—”
“I’ll wait a little longer…” Shen Baizhou glanced at the clock.

Around 3 p.m., Sheng Jiong arrived again.

“Shen Baizhou, progress going smoothly?” he shouted across the workspace. “You’ll have the PPT ready by 5, right?”

This was Sheng Jiong’s trademark: even when something could be sent on DingTalk, he’d rather stand across from you, straining his neck and yelling, as if he wanted the whole world to hear—purely to put psychological pressure on you.

“I’ll submit it on time, don’t worry!” Shen Baizhou offered a friendly smile.

“Smart of you!” Sheng Jiong nodded in satisfaction, waddling away with his belly leading the way.

Shen Baizhou returned to writing Crazy Stone.

Watching Shen Baizhou’s blank PPT, Wang Xiaopang began to fidget nervously, imagining what would happen next.

“Brother Zhou, you—”
“Don’t worry,” Shen Baizhou waved his hand, checking the time. “Just wait a bit longer.”

At 5 p.m., Sheng Jiong arrived on time, straining his neck:
“Xiao Shen, it’s 5 o’clock! Just one hour until quitting time! Haven’t you finished dawdling yet?”

“Give me another half-hour; I’ll fine-tune it,” Shen Baizhou said seriously. “Supervisor Sheng, think about it—at the script reading meeting, it’s not just our group; several groups’ scripts will be there—it’s fiercely competitive! So this PPT, I need to make it perfect, so our group looks more meticulous than the others. Director Huang will definitely be impressed!”

“True enough,” Sheng Jiong considered. The PPT wouldn’t even be presented at the meeting—it was just flipped through. It didn’t hurt to make it a little more polished. Hmm… meticulousness, huh? Shen Baizhou’s attitude was acceptable. Probably he remembered the last time he got smacked in the face with a mouse and got scared… Why didn’t he just behave like this earlier?

“Alright, I’ll give you another half-hour—make it good!” Sheng Jiong said authoritatively.

“Don’t worry!” Shen Baizhou patted his chest in assurance.

Sheng Jiong waddled away again. Shen Baizhou glanced at the clock: 5:10.

Other writers had caught on and quietly gathered around. Everyone had witnessed Shen Baizhou’s ordeal today. Seeing the empty PPT, short-haired Zhang Xiaomei nervously and excitedly asked:
“Brother Zhou, are you…?”

She wanted to say, “Are you going to deal with Sheng Jiong?” but stopped mid-sentence, terrified that Sheng Jiong might hear.

It wasn’t her fault for being timid—Zhang Xiaomei had been publicly scolded by Sheng Jiong more than once and had psychological scars. Once, that pervert even hurled a pillow at her chair, frightening her enough to take a day off…

Not just Zhang Xiaomei; everyone in Group 1 hated Sheng Jiong to death and privately swore they’d make him pay if they ever quit. But no one dared provoke this butcher…

Yet judging by today’s scene, was Shen Baizhou really about to risk angering him?

“Let me ask you all something,” Shen Baizhou looked around. “Have you seen a ‘post-2000s workplace restructuring’ before?”

“No.” Everyone shook their heads.

“Good,” Shen Baizhou nodded. “You’re about to see one.”

At 5:35, Sheng Jiong appeared again.

All the writers in Group 1 instinctively stopped working and perked up their ears.

“Finished yet, Shen Baizhou?” Sheng Jiong fidgeted like a fly, rubbing his hands. “Don’t tell me it’s not done! I need it by 6!”

“It’s done, it’s done,” Shen Baizhou replied. “I’ll send it to you now.”

“Alright, send it quickly!” Sheng Jiong breathed a sigh of relief. “I’ll go have a smoke first.”

Ten minutes later, Sheng Jiong returned, confused.
“Shen Baizhou, you didn’t send it?”
“Didn’t send it?” Shen Baizhou looked shocked. “I’ll click again. Okay, check now!”

Savage. At Group 1’s workspace, everyone exchanged a knowing glance…

Five minutes later, Sheng Jiong came back again, his face pale.
“I still haven’t received it, Shen Baizhou. Maybe the file format isn’t compatible?”
“Possible!” Shen Baizhou pretended to look gravely at the computer.

At 5:50, time was nearly up. Shen Baizhou stared at the screen solemnly:
“Supervisor Sheng, the problem might be worse than the file format!”

“What happened?” Sheng Jiong panted nervously. “You didn’t save it?”

“No, it’s even scarier!” Shen Baizhou turned, pretending to be horrified. “Can you imagine? I didn’t write anything! Not a single word on the PPT!”

“Hahahahaha…” The writers couldn’t contain themselves, covering their mouths as they laughed hysterically…

Sheng Jiong was dumbfounded.

He took a deep breath, eyes fixed on Shen Baizhou in disbelief…
“You’re kidding me?” He jumped as if stung, pointing at Shen Baizhou. “Shen Baizhou, how dare you play me?”

He couldn’t believe that meek Shen Baizhou would dare toy with him like this.

“I forgot!” Shen Baizhou shrugged. “Don’t you forget things all the time? Bonus payouts, team meals, spa outings, watching cabaret shows in Thailand—you always forget us. You can forget, so why can’t we?”

“You…” Sheng Jiong was momentarily speechless.

“But Old Sheng, while you often forget to give the team their bonuses, you never forget to pocket the extra money for yourself. Like this time, after firing me, you probably gave the leftover bonus to yourself, right?” Shen Baizhou tapped the table with his finger.

“Forgetting to pay out, but remembering to grab—your memory sure is selective…”

“Don’t slander me!” Sheng Jiong’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably. He never dreamed Shen Baizhou would publicly call him out! This kid was usually slow-witted, an easy target for Group 1… what got into him today?

“Shen Baizhou! Don’t think that because you’re leaving, I can’t deal with you!” Sheng Jiong’s face twitched with rage. “I have plenty of ways!”

“You of course have ways. Your method is to go complain to Director Huang, right? Sheng Jiong, all these years, you’ve survived by currying favor with him, haven’t you?” Shen Baizhou’s eyes sparkled with a calm smile.

“If not, with your third-grade writing skills, how could you become the head of Editing Group 1? All your achievements came from tirelessly accompanying Director Huang on spa trips!”

Silence fell. Everyone froze… Wang Xiaopang’s jaw dropped, and Zhang Xiaomei’s eyes nearly popped out.

Too savage. Looking at Sheng Jiong’s darkened face, could Shen Baizhou really dare speak the truth? First exposing the bonus-grabbing, now outing their shared “hobby”…

Yet Shen Baizhou clearly wasn’t done:
“Sheng Jiong, people say you always pass the blame, even nicknamed you ‘King Pot’. As a scriptwriting supervisor, you’ve never written anything decent… but I understand you—truly! You just don’t know how to write a script. If you don’t delegate, what can you do? Creating a reasonable plot is hard—unlike hiring a black-silk-clad No. 8 technician, that’s easy!”

“Pft!” Zhang Xiaomei couldn’t hold it, covering her mouth. What… was happening? Her mind filled with vivid images.

“I…” Sheng Jiong’s face turned red, lips twitching—how dare Shen Baizhou speak to him like this? And how did he know about the spa trips?

Scanning the other writers in Group 1, Sheng Jiong realized everyone was holding back laughter, faces flushed from suppressing it.

Apparently, everyone already knew! Sheng Jiong was trapped, his rage surging like wildfire. “How dare you humiliate me!”

With a roar, he lunged across the table. “Shen Baizhou, you’re asking for it!”

He raised his hand, aiming to slap Shen Baizhou in the face…