The Crown Prince Who Raises Alt Characters

#Chapter 328 Boss Quan (9) - There were no humans there. In modern corporate management, performance evaluation is like the backbone that supports an organization. A system that evaluates employees' work abilities with strict and objective indicators, and grants appropriate compensation and positions according to their contributions. Countless companies pour enormous budgets every year to secure transparency and fairness in these evaluations, introducing all kinds of complex indicators and training evaluators. Systemic trust that if you work hard and produce results, you can definitely move up. That is the most reliable means of providing motivation for labor to the countless employees who support the bottom of the giant pyramid. However, anyone who has experienced the bitter taste of working life for even just one year, or even just one month, will find themselves bitterly reciting one great truth at drinking gatherings. That all those complex and sophisticated evaluation indicators are actually nothing more than pretty-looking empty shells. In organizations formed by humans, there is only one absolute shortcut that determines true performance evaluations and promotions. 'How much you can appear charming in the eyes of your superiors.' No matter how many all-nighters you pull securing billion-won projects or submitting flawlessly perfect proposals, you can never beat the lightning-fast promotion of that colleague who bursts into amazing laughter at the manager's silly jokes and warmly packs his weekend hiking bag. Companies with healthy corporate culture and sincere management teams rarely had such incidents, but conversely speaking, you shouldn't expect fair and rational performance evaluations from black companies that lack such things. And Beomyang Global, which could be called the blackest of black companies, followed this principle very, very well. "We will promote member Jun-seok from Bronze rank to Silver rank." Gold rank. So when a person in a position roughly equivalent to gold in other MLM schemes opened his mouth, a subtle battle of glances briefly went around the conference room. Sang-hyeon opened his mouth. "I apologize for saying this, but to advance from Bronze rank to Silver rank, don't you need to recruit three new members? But Jun-seok, no, member Jun-seok hasn't managed to close even a single contract." According to the company's performance evaluation rules, Sang-hyeon's point was absolutely legitimate. And as mentioned earlier, such things had no meaning whatsoever in a black company. The Gold rank man said. "I know. I know very well. But what does it matter? The 'personal investment' that the VIP specifically gave just looking at member Jun-seok is larger than the amount from recruiting 10 new members." Sang-hyeon had to make tremendous effort not to unconsciously grind his teeth in front of his superior. That was right. That damn VIP was the problem. Qiana An. The woman who Sang-hyeon had scouted and approached from outside and brought to the company, only to dump Sang-hyeon himself and suddenly switch to Jun-seok. 'No, if she had at least switched over properly, I wouldn't be so frustrated!!' As is typical with MLM structures, when lower members achieve results, the benefits are also distributed to upper members. So if Qiana had really contracted with Jun-seok, the investment funds Jun-seok obtained could have been a big profit for Sang-hyeon himself too. When the total amount is large, the percentage distribution also gets bigger. The problem was that Qiana hadn't properly joined as a member. Qiana had invested in the company itself under the name of 'sponsorship funds,' arguing with the logic that 'the organization doesn't seem right but Jun-seok is trustworthy,' and since this amount wasn't included in the existing MLM structure, proper distribution naturally didn't occur either. "But even that VIP isn't properly bound by contract, is she? We're essentially leaving an unpredictable bomb uncontrolled, so is it really okay to consider this an achievement?" "Hahaha, it is always difficult to win over a person of great importance. Isn't there the saying about visiting three times to show sincerity?" The Gold rank man said this while wearing a very benevolent smile, but Sang-hyeon could tell. That generosity came from the Gold rank members at the company's top level greedily dividing up the money Qiana had directly invested. Otherwise, there would be no reason for Sang-hyeon, who had already met his performance targets long ago, to remain at Silver rank. If they promoted Sang-hyeon now, the pie to devour would be split further, so they're keeping delaying his promotion, aren't they? "Anyway, aren't you and member Sang-hyeon school seniors and juniors? Please do congratulate him on his good fortune." The intention to crush him if he didn't congratulate and kept interrupting with complaints was conveyed so clearly that Sang-hyeon quietly ground his teeth while bowing his head with a smiling face in agreement. Some time after that. After washing his face with cold water in the bathroom, Sang-hyeon glared at his own bloodshot eyes in the mirror while grinding his teeth. "Lee Jun-seok, that traitor bastard who's worse than an animal...!" The sound of teeth grinding echoed inside the bathroom. Actually, if you were to determine who the traitor was, Sang-hyeon was undoubtedly the traitor, but originally thinking what you did yourself is light as a feather while what others did is heavy as a rock is a trait of traitors. Sang-hyeon, whose traitor qualities were thorough, burned with resentment toward Jun-seok without feeling any guilt about the fact that he had thrown Jun-seok into hell. Just a short while ago, he had been an easy mark trembling beneath him, unable to breathe properly from the pain of the tattoo. If it were up to his feelings, he wanted to grab him by the collar right now and slap his face to establish discipline, and activate the tiger tattoo with superior authority to inflict extreme pain and make him crawl on the floor. But he couldn't do that. Jun-seok, who had been at the bottom Bronze rank until yesterday, was now Silver rank, the same level as Sang-hyeon. In the system, tattoo control authority that superiors could exercise over subordinates didn't work at all against members of the same rank. But if he tried private assault or bullying, there was a high probability he'd face serious backlash for the crime of touching someone the higher-ups were dying to favor. In the worst case, Sang-hyeon himself might be demoted to Bronze rank and have his heart torn out. 'Let's wait and see. If I can just catch one weakness, then I'll really...' As Sang-hyeon came out suppressing his anger, a familiar back figure in the corner of the tea room caught his eye. "Ugh, tea!" It was Lee Jun-seok. He was struggling to replace the heavy blue large water bottle of the water dispenser. The moment he saw that sight, a sneer naturally formed at the corners of Sang-hyeon's mouth. At Silver rank level, it's the natural custom to dump such physical menial tasks on the Bronze rank members below. But here was the hot topic figure who had achieved instant status elevation by receiving VIP favor, sweating profusely while changing the water dispenser bottle, so other peer members passing by also clicked their tongues and murmured. "That bastard, even after promotion his slave mentality hasn't gone anywhere." "That's right. Wearing Silver rank and sitting there hugging a water dispenser bottle, it really ruins the image." Rising to Silver rank meant abandoning human shame and morality to throw acquaintances or someone else into hell. They themselves had barely managed to reach Silver rank after doing trash-like deeds, but someone had succeeded in promotion just for being well-regarded by some rich girl, so naturally the surrounding eyes wouldn't look favorably on him. Sang-hyeon, who had been watching that scene with satisfaction, approached Jun-seok with his characteristic fake smile. "Oh my, our newly promoted member Jun-seok. Your leadership by example is truly remarkable." When Jun-seok, who had finished replacing the water bottle, turned around, Sang-hyeon subtly lowered his voice and played the senior. "But listen. It's really nice to see you working hard from leftover Bronze rank habits, but now that you're wearing Silver rank, shouldn't you also take care of the organization's dignity? If you're taking away even the subordinates' work and sweating like that, what will the Bronze kids learn from watching, and what about the position of us peers who are sitting still? Don't you think? It's all advice from caring about you and the organization, so take it to heart." It was a quarrel disguised as good advice from a senior, with just the right amount of bite. A scheme to give hints by mentioning peers' positions and subtly put him down by calling him unsophisticated. But Jun-seok neatly put away the empty water bottle to one side and responded with a very calm and good-natured smile. "Thank you for your concern, Sang-hyeon. But since inadequate me reached an undeserved position through luck alone, I feel more comfortable doing things like this." Sang-hyeon wasn't dull enough to feel no awkwardness at that excessively distant title from the guy who once called him senior. But he didn't feel any guilt about it. No, if anything, he felt satisfaction. Just as he was dying of frustration at not being able to do anything to this bastard, he could clearly tell that this bastard was also seething inside because of him. Therefore, Sang-hyeon could put genuine feeling into his previously fake laughter. Sang-hyeon drank water from the dispenser with a paper cup, patted Jun-seok's shoulder a few times, then said. "Yes, it's nice to see you being humble. Oh my, the water is sweet. Hey." Sang-hyeon, who delivered that final teasing praise, turned his back and left toward the corridor. He didn't know. That the moment he drank the water from the dispenser, a cool yet burning light flashed through Jun-seok's eyes. And some more time passed. Jun-seok consistently replaced the water dispenser, and Qiana continued to pour in sponsorship funds. After doing so for some time. "She wants to meet the instructor?" "Yes. She's almost completely won over, but she said she needs to meet this place's boss and talk to finally make up her mind for certain." "Hmm." At Jun-seok's request, the Gold rank man stroked his chin. Originally, it would have been an absurd request. Everyone tends to misunderstand because of the title 'instructor,' but surprisingly, the instructor rarely conducts new member lectures directly. As long as the instructor prepares the contracts, the rest can be handled by other Gold rank members who can easily incite people and get them to sign. The instructor's movements are secretive, whimsical, and uncontrolled. Just like a real tiger. Some Gold rank members, particularly those who could be called senior or elder level, do possess means of contact, but they rarely call the instructor for ordinary matters. Because the instructor is a frightening existence even to them. "I understand. I'll try contacting them at least once." Still, the man didn't refuse Jun-seok's words. Qiana's investment funds were certainly massive even at this point and were bringing significant profits to the organization. But at the same time, there was the drawback that the moment Qiana cut off support on a 'whim,' the profits would be cut off as well. If they could bind Qiana with a contract. If they could drag not only her wealth, but also her family and acquaintances into the swamp of contracts. Indeed, how sweet would the profits from that be? Blinded by greed, the man agreed and soon sought consent from other Gold rank personnel. They all agreed, and they gathered together to carefully contact the 'instructor.' And the instructor responded. [Good. I'll make some time.] "Understood. Then we'll prepare a place in the third floor secret room." [Ah, that won't do.] "Pardon?" Beyond the receiver, the instructor's laughter echoed. Even though it was clearly laughter, the Gold rank members unconsciously felt as if their legs were going numb. [If it's such a monumental member recruitment, shouldn't we show that spectacle to all members and celebrate it together?] What were they celebrating? That a young lady from the upper class of society... That a wealthy person who could lightly hand over dozens of times the loan money that ordinary members scraped together by putting their lives as collateral, as if giving pocket money... They should celebrate the fact that even such a beautiful, excellent, noble person who was infinitely close to being a 'winner' from the moment of birth would ultimately have no choice but to bow their head under Beomyang's system with just one contract. That would be the most perfect and sweet drug that could be given to the lower members who endured by sucking blood from the bottom. It was a wicked hobby. It was an idea that would disgust any human being. "Indeed! What an excellent idea!" "Everyone will be busy building up their performance records!" But none of those present said this was evil and immoral. They didn't consider it disgusting and shameful. Truly, there were no humans there, only anomalies.