GBP Chapter 462 Wang Huabing's Thoughts
Chapter 462 Wang Huabing's Thoughts
Wang Huabing returned to his rented apartment, tossed the key into a bowl in the entryway, changed into slippers, and went into the living room.
He walked to the small refrigerator in the corner of the living room, opened the door, and found it empty except for two cans of beer and half a carton of milk that was about to expire.
He grabbed a can of beer, closed the door, and sat down on the sofa.
The sofa was provided by the landlord and has been used for who knows how many years. The cushions have sagged, and when you sit on it, you will involuntarily slide towards the middle.
He pulled the tab on his beer, took a sip, then placed the frozen aluminum can on the coffee table. He took out the TUTU Technology recruitment flyer from his briefcase and looked at it again.
He had only glanced at the text casually while waiting for the light to turn red, but now that he was seated, he had time to carefully read every line.
The flyer lists job openings on the front, with the work location indicated next to each position.
He noticed that most job postings listed "Shanghai/Beijing/Shanghai as options", and a few even had the option of "Chengdu".
This shows that TUTU's branch network has been expanded, not just in Shanghai, but in several major cities across the country.
He thought about it and remembered hearing some data during a meeting at the Shanghai headquarters: TUTU already has three branches across the country, and the total number of employees is about to exceed 500.
This number already ranks among the top ten in China's gaming industry.
Wang Huabing leaned back on the sofa and flipped the flyer to the back.
The back of the document details the benefits and perks, which are much more comprehensive than those on the front.
The salary structure section lists the detailed breakdown of the salary components.
Base salary accounts for 60%, performance bonus accounts for 30%, and year-end bonus accounts for 10%.
Performance bonuses are paid quarterly, and year-end bonuses are distributed proportionally based on the company's annual profits.
There is a line of smaller print below as supplementary information: "The average annual bonus for the previous year was six months' salary."
Six months.
He remembered the number he had overheard in the break room during the day, and it matched what was written here.
He looked down another line.
The overtime pay section is also written in great detail.
Working past 8 p.m. on weekdays is considered overtime, and overtime pay is calculated at 200% of the hourly wage.
Overtime work on weekends is calculated at 300%, and overtime work on statutory holidays is calculated at 400%.
Below is a note: "All overtime work must be applied for and approved in advance. Voluntary overtime work without application will not be counted as overtime pay."
When Wang Huabing saw that note, the corner of his mouth twitched, it was hard to tell whether he wanted to laugh or something else.
When he was on Weibo, working overtime was the norm for him.
Leaving at 9 pm is considered early; 10 or 11 pm is also common.
But Weibo has never paid overtime or even offered compensatory time off.
The leader would say at the weekly meeting, "Everyone, please work harder during this period," and then that would be the end of it.
He continued scanning downwards.
Other benefits include: a comprehensive physical examination once a year, two domestic trips per year, a transportation allowance of 500 yuan per month, and a meal allowance of 500 yuan per month.
A QR code was also printed next to it, with the message "Scan the QR code to learn more about the recruitment details".
Wang Huabing stared at the QR code for a few seconds, then put down the flyer, picked up his beer, and took another sip.
He put the beer can aside, took out his phone, unlocked it, and opened a chat application.
He scrolled through his contacts and found a contact named "Chen Mo".
The two people's chat history stopped last October, when Chen Mo was still the head of Tencent East China. The two of them even collaborated on the TUTU issue.
However, Chen Mo later sided with TUTU and betrayed him.
Wang Huabing actually understands this, after all, in business, there are no permanent friends, only permanent interests.
Wang Huabing's finger hovered above the screen for about ten seconds before he finally exited the chat and put his phone back on the coffee table.
He sank deeper into the sofa and stared blankly at the ceiling.
He admitted that he had indeed considered it.
Although he didn't show any outward reaction when he heard those words at the entrance of the tea room during the day, those words had been lingering in his mind for the entire afternoon.
When he saw the recruitment booth after get off work, the moment he walked over to take the flyer, he was already thinking—what if, just maybe, there was a chance for him to start over?
But he quickly suppressed the thought.
He had fought with TUTU before, and he was the one who started it.
Although the specific business frictions are handled by the teams below, the final decisions are made by him.
Lu Ran's people must know this. If he were to submit his resume, their first reaction would most likely be, "Is this person here to infiltrate?"
Put yourself in his shoes; if he were sitting behind a recruitment desk and saw a representative from a rival company hand in his resume, he wouldn't believe it either.
Therefore, this path is most likely blocked.
At least, it won't work if you try to get in as a regular job seeker.
He picked up the flyer again and looked at it once more, then flipped it to the front and his gaze fell once more on the handwritten words at the bottom: "Branch Vice President (negotiable)".
He looked at the line of text and suddenly had an idea.
He doesn't necessarily have to become an ordinary employee at TUTU.
He has ten years of industry experience, having worked in channel management, operations, and regional management.
He knows where the problems lie on Weibo, and he is also clear about what mistakes he might have made and where the problems lie.
This kind of experience is something that a recent graduate or a young person who has worked for two or three years cannot compare to.
If TUTU is indeed recruiting a vice president for a branch office, then someone with his level of experience would at least not be eliminated in the first round.
As for the past conflict with TUTU—that's not entirely inexplicable.
Competition in the business world is competition, and everyone is acting in their own self-interest.
However, if we are willing to sit down and talk, those issues may not be entirely without room for maneuver at a more important strategic level.
He read the information on the flyer again and confirmed that it did not specify the delivery method, but only provided a QR code.
He scanned the QR code with his phone and was redirected to a recruitment page with an online resume form.
He didn't fill it out immediately; he saved the page to his browser's bookmarks and then put his phone on the coffee table.
He took another sip of beer.
The beer wasn't very cold anymore, and it had a lukewarm, malty bitterness when you drank it.
He put the jar on the coffee table, stood up from the sofa, and walked to the window.
The apartment he rented was on the 21st floor, with south-facing windows offering a view of a large urban area in the southwest of Shanghai.
In the distance, the lights of several office buildings gradually came on in the twilight, while car headlights on the nearby street formed a flowing ribbon of light.
Looking down from this height, the cars and people appear as small as ants.
He looked out the window at the night view for a while, his mind filled with thoughts of Chen Mo.
Chen Mo has known him for many years.
The two of them had interacted quite a few times when they were both at Tencent. Although they weren't exactly close friends, they maintained a respectable professional relationship.
I recently heard that Chen Mo left Tencent for TUTU. This isn't big news in the industry, but people in the circle are talking about it.
Some say Chen Mo was ousted by Tencent, while others say he left on his own; the accounts differ.
When Wang Huabing heard the news, his first reaction was, "Chen Mo is quite daring."
Jumping from a company the size of Tencent to a fledgling startup, especially after being demoted a level, is something not everyone can do.
At that time, he was still the head of Weibo's Shanghai branch, busy dealing with user churn and declining GG revenue every day, and didn't have much energy to pay attention to how Chen Mo was doing at TUTU.
But the data he later saw told him that Chen Mo had made the right move.
He brought all the connections he had built up at Tencent East China with him, and he connected with major live streaming platforms, offline venues, and internet cafes very quickly, with almost no adjustment period.
This incident made Wang Huabing realize something.
TUTU doesn't care which company you came from before; what they care about is what you can do after you arrive.
He walked back to the sofa, sat down again, picked up his phone, unlocked it, and glanced at the job posting page once more.
The input boxes on the page were all blank, waiting for him to fill in the information.
He stared at the screen for a while, then put his phone down.
He decided to wait two more days.
It's not that I'm hesitating, it's that I want to put aside what I'm currently doing.
There are still some ongoing projects and colleagues to hand over to on Weibo. Although he doesn't owe Weibo anything, he has worked at the company for so many years, and he needs a dignified ending when he leaves.
He folded the flyer again and put it back in the lining of his briefcase.
Then he picked up the half-finished can of beer on the coffee table, tilted his head back, and drank the last sip.
He crushed the can and threw it into the trash can with a crisp metallic clang.
The night outside the window in Shanghai had completely darkened, and the lights of the office buildings in the distance formed a warm yellow ocean.
The density of traffic on the street is gradually increasing. The evening rush hour has not completely passed yet, and a row of red brake lights are blocking the overpass.
Wang Huabing stood in the middle of the living room and looked around the apartment. There weren't many things there; most of them were there when he rented it.
He only had a suitcase and a backpack as his personal belongings. He had lived here for two years and could count the number of things he had acquired on one hand.
He suddenly realized that tidying up the place wouldn't take too long.
He turned and went into the bedroom, opened the wardrobe, glanced at the few shirts and jackets hanging inside, then closed the wardrobe door, took out his phone and sent Chen Mo a message with only one line: "Mr. Chen, do you have time to chat?"
After sending the message, he put his phone on the bedside table and went to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.
When I got back, I picked up my phone and glanced at it; Chen Mo hadn't replied yet.
He put his phone on silent, turned off the lights, and lay down on the bed.
In the darkness, he stared at the ceiling, his mind replaying the words he had overheard at the entrance to the break room during the day: "TUTU offers good benefits," "Year-end bonus starts at six months' salary," and "Resumes are given priority for internal referrals."
Those words, like tiny insects crawling into my ears, are still buzzing to this day.
He turned over, pulled the blanket up to his shoulders, and closed his eyes.
The streetlight outside the window cast a dim yellow light through the gap in the curtains onto the ceiling. He stared at that light for a while, then slowly fell asleep.
When the alarm rang the next morning, he reached for his phone and saw an unread message on the screen.
Chen Mo replied.
"Sure, when is a convenient time for you? Let's schedule a time."
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