Super Zoo-Chapter 681 - 671: Mao Mei Leaves

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You always hear about companies that are doing well setting aside part of their profits to reward employees, but never about a company that's so committed to motivating its workforce that it throws all its book funds into the mix, even at the cost of halting production.

That's not running a business, that's not even how charity works.

Suming had over a hundred million at his disposal, which seemed substantial, but to build a housing complex for employees... it would be spent in no time, as real estate is a very money-consuming project, unless he was willing to take out loans from the bank.

Borrowing from the bank to provide employee benefits?

"I haven't even sorted out my wedding house yet," Nangong Yan muttered with a pout.

"Sis, you can't compare the two," Suming laughed. "Whatever you set your heart on, even if it's Buckingham Palace, I'll find a way to get it for you."

"Sweet talker," Nangong Yan scolded Suming playfully, then returned to the matter at hand. "Seriously though, what are you really thinking?"

Suming scrolled his mouse and clicked a few times on the computer screen, pulling up the latest issue of the Taoyuan Journal. He flipped through the pages with his mouse, stopping at page three.

Page three was mainly used for announcing important company news: promotions of company executives, major projects for the next quarter, significant company events—all made public on this page.

It's also a way to ensure administrative transparency, clearly informing all employees of company information, instilling in them a sense of 'ownership.'

Of course, to be honest, it doesn't mean all the absolute truths are told. Which specific pieces of information are published on this page must go through Nangong Yan's review, and not everything can be divulged to the employees. If Nangong Yan was unsure, she would consult Suming's opinion.

Suming's idea was to feed on a vision.

He announced that all companies and enterprises under Taoyuan would implement a housing rewards program. Those who had worked at the company for a certain number of years or had made significant contributions would have the chance to get a benefit house from the company.

The houses were commercial properties but priced much lower than the market rate. Suming planned to subsidize this initiative, and after receiving the house, employees were not allowed to trade it for ten years.

"I get it, you're dangling a carrot in front of the donkey to keep it moving forward, full of hope, even though it can't eat it," Nangong Yan pinched Suming. "How do you always come up with these sly ideas?"

"Big sis, I think you're just looking for an excuse to pinch me," Suming winced in pain. How could he compare employees to donkeys?

The key was in the 'years of service.' The oldest of the companies under Suming's management, a fishing company, was only set up in the second half of last year; not even a year had passed. This required service period at Taoyuan would be at least five years.

In other words, it was feeding on a vision. The real bread wouldn't be needed until four years later; for now, it was enough to paint it in front of them.

Five years isn't too short but isn't too long either. Graduating from college at 22, by 27 many are still unmarried. If someone could work hard for a few years and get a house by 30, that is very attractive, even more so than the competitiveness of many large state-owned enterprises.

As for the zoo, although it had many long-serving employees, decades for some, previous years of service couldn't be counted; it had to start from when Suming took over.

Suming had been the deputy director for less than a year... and to be more precise, Mr. Song hadn't retired yet, still holding the position of director, so the zoo staff's years of service under Suming couldn't start from now.

Besides, years of service was only a threshold; it wasn't that you'd get a house just by working for five years, try just coasting for five years. Those who loafed around wouldn't last five months before getting fired.

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It wasn't that Suming was heartless; it was just that corporate culture dictated its own norms. Taoyuan Company was thriving, and everyone could see a future full of hope. At such times, if a slacker appeared on the team, a single rotten apple could spoil the barrel, and Suming wouldn't even need to speak up; the other colleagues simply couldn't stand it and wouldn't tolerate such a person.

The importance of corporate culture gradually began to stand out. By various means, shaping a corporate culture that truly resonated with employees and that they could wholeheartedly embrace became an invisible force, more powerful than any management regulations.

Beneath the law, there's morality; above the law, there's the human heart.

Corporate culture is the human heart, it's a company's 'way'.

As for Nangong Yan accusing Suming of being a ruthless capitalist, treating employees like donkeys chasing an unreachable carrot, that was a joke. Using future rewards to motivate employees to work hard in the present is a reasonable incentive widely adopted by many companies.

Nangong Yan wasn't some unsophisticated country girl ignorant of the world; she understood this very well, which was why Suming would say that Nangong was just looking for an excuse to pick a fight with him.

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"Has this girl been jealous about something lately?" Suming wondered cautiously.

He felt a bit guilty. Women came and went around him without a break: there was the young policewoman during his visit to Xiangjiang; afterward, there were the two "lalas"; in Iraq, he met the tall, leggy foreign woman; and no sooner had he returned than his ex-girlfriend popped up at a class reunion...

Well great, just as his first love flew away, Ludmila simply led a troop to the zoo and made numerous trips to his office.

"Why didn't I have such romantic luck when I was poor?"

When I was poor, it was only Nangong Yan by my side!

Nangong Yan wasn't blind; she saw all of this. As understanding as she might be, it was impossible for her not to have any thoughts or feelings about it. A bit of moodiness was only natural.

If their positions were reversed, he probably wouldn't handle it as well as her; he, as a man, might have already exploded.

So if she was picking a fight, let her pick a fight.

Indeed, Nangong Yan wrapped her long legs around Suming's lap, looped her arms around his neck, and asked with a gleaming smile, "That Russian woman was very enthusiastic, wasn't she?"

There was murderous intent!

Despite Nangong Yan's honey-sweet smile, when she hummed that last 'huh' in a nasal note, Suming couldn't help but feel a chill run up his spine, making the hair on his body stand on end.

"What's going on?" Suming asked with a slight frown, wondering if something had happened between Ludmila and Nangong Yan.

Even though there were plenty of women in his life, Nangong Yan had never singled anyone out before.

With Ludmila's bold nature, a direct confrontation with Nangong Yan wouldn't be out of the question. These foreign girls didn't have the subtlety of Huaxia maidens.

"What situation? She invited you on vacation," Nangong Yan said with a flowering smile, her sharp nails slowly tracing across Suming's face, gliding down over his chest to his lower abdomen, and finally lightly pressing on a spot that made Suming wince, as she said with a cold laugh, "She said she wants to invite you to her villa in Moscow every year to spend the summer and reminisce about the good times with you."

"Ludmila is leaving?" Suming picked up on a piece of information.