After the meeting ended, Su Mansu returned to her office, and the first thing she did was draft an internal letter.
This letter was to be sent in Liu Yutong's name to all employees of Wanlonghui Group.
"To All Wanlonghui Employees: United in Heart, United in Action, Toward the Future, Never Letting Any Effort Down!"
The opening of the letter elaborated in detail on the upcoming restructuring of the Group into six major business divisions, along with Chairman Liu Yutong's gratitude and expectations for all employees.
It also included the announcement of the "Wanlonghui Group Employee Parents' Annual Travel Plan" and the "Employee Children's Summer Camp Activity."
The details were thorough.
Starting this summer, all full-time employees of Wanlonghui Group — including grassroots positions such as full-time riders, couriers, and frontline service staff — could have their direct relatives (parents, children) enjoy one fully company-funded domestic trip.
Routes were optional, timing adjustable, and everything would be tailored to the needs of the employees' parents.
Travel standards: five-star hotel accommodation and meals throughout the trip, professional tour guides, and a dedicated medical support team accompanying the group, with round-trip transportation arranged uniformly by the company.
As for employees' children, the company would organize free summer camps during the summer break, covering outdoor team-building, science museum visits, interest development, and other programs — including marine parks, zoos, science and technology museums, and more.
Special note: All expenses would be covered by a special fund allocated by the Group, and would not deduct from employees' individual benefits.
The moment the email went out, the entire Group erupted.
"Holy crap! For real? The company is paying for my parents to travel? Am I reading this right?"
"My parents have never left home their whole lives — never even been to the provincial capital. Now they can finally go see the capital city!"
"My daughter has always wanted to go to the marine park, but I never wanted to spend the ticket money. Now it's actually happening — and the company is renting the whole place!"
"Long live the Chairman! Long live The Young Lady! Long live Wanlonghui!"
"..."
The comment section of the Group's internal forum was flooded with grateful messages.
...
Zhang Erniu had just turned thirty this year, and true to his name, he was built like an ox — sturdy and strong.
He didn't have much education; he'd dropped out in the fifth grade of elementary school. Now he'd been working at the Wanlong Logistics Center for almost a year.
His job was a simple package sorter: his work was straightforward but monotonous — taking parcels off the conveyor belt and sorting them into different zones based on their destination.
This kind of mechanical, repetitive work, in any other place, would drive a person insane.
But at Wanlong Logistics Center, Zhang Erniu worked with great enthusiasm.
Why?
Because the pay and treatment were so good, it felt like a dream.
His base salary plus monthly performance bonuses came to about four thousand yuan in hand — something he'd never even dared to imagine before.
Even more unbelievable, they actually had two days off every week.
He remembered that at other places, it was basically twelve-hour shifts with a two-shift rotation, and if you got one day off a month, you were lucky. The pay was only around two thousand, and they'd squeeze every drop of marrow out of you.
Zhang Erniu used to work at an electronics factory out of town — like that. Every day, he did nothing but work and sleep, with zero personal life — a pure human draft animal.
Then his wife called him, saying she'd seen the recruitment ad for Wanlong Logistics Center and insisted he come back and give it a try. Otherwise, he'd probably still be grinding away at some factory far from home, and he'd never have gotten a job this comfortable.
Three shifts, eight hours each, the legendary "five insurances and one housing fund," rotating shifts weekly, with two days off each rotation. He took home around four thousand a month, plus a year-end bonus that existed only in legends.
Last year, even though he'd worked less than a full year, his year-end bonus alone was over ten thousand yuan.
His wife hadn't been hired, though — she worked as a cashier at a convenience store. Together, the two of them brought in about five thousand-plus a month.
In terms of total income, for ordinary people nowadays — especially in a small, low-cost city like this — that was absolutely considered a high salary.
Buying a house with just their wages wasn't even out of the question.
To put it in perspective, the average housing price in Mingzhu City — not in the prime downtown areas — was roughly around two thousand yuan per square meter. After covering their daily expenses for food, utilities, and the like, they could easily save enough for one square meter of house a month. Add Zhang Erniu's housing fund on top, and after a few years, they could buy a big house outright.
Sometimes, Zhang Erniu felt like all of this was a dream.
He was the only son in his family. His parents still farmed in the countryside. His wife worked at the convenience store. His six-year-old son lived with his grandparents back in the village. His biggest wish was to buy a big house in the city, bring his parents and child over, and have the whole family reunited under one roof.
At the rate he was saving now, that wish seemed like it could come true within the next few years.
The future looked nothing short of bright!
Today, Zhang Erniu was on the morning shift — starting at six in the morning and ending at two in the afternoon. And as luck would have it, his rotation gave him two consecutive days off. The moment he got off work, he hopped on the motorcycle he'd recently bought and rode, puttering puttering, all the way back to his hometown in the countryside.
As soon as he reached the front gate, he heard laughter coming from inside.
The family had guests.
"Erniu's home!"
Mom heard the sound of the motorcycle and called out toward the yard: "Your Third Aunt is here, come in and say hello."
Third Aunt was the wife of a distant third uncle from the same village.
They usually had fairly frequent contact, since they lived close by after all.
But Zhang Erniu really didn't want to see this woman, because the moment she laid eyes on him, she would inevitably start comparing him with her own son—basically, she just wanted to show off on purpose.
Because her son was a college graduate, even if it was just a vocational college, that still counted as a college student. Compared to Erniu's elementary school education, her son was clearly the more accomplished one.
"Third Aunt." Erniu greeted her politely when he saw her.
"Oh, Erniu's back."
Third Aunt sat on a small stool, cracking sunflower seeds while sizing him up: "I heard you're not working at the electronics factory in W City anymore. Did you go back to that logistics company in Pearl City?"
"So how much do you make in a month now? Is it enough to get by?"
Erniu's head throbbed the moment she asked that question.
This old biddy was at it again, sure enough.
