In the three large WeChat groups, it was a chorus of "We thank you for your imperial grace!"
Qi Sheng lurked silently, endlessly amused by this bunch.
Miha You's current employee count was around 1,300 people.
They originally had 1,400, but about 100 had been poached.
As office workers, how could they not have private group chats hidden from their bosses?
The conversations in these smaller groups were far more heated than in the official ones.
At the very least, they didn't have to suck up to anyone here.
As long as you didn't do something stupid, you could say whatever you wanted.
"Dudes, Chairman Qi's move was just too damn awesome. All those people who left are regretting it big time. I heard some of them even want to come back."
"Serves them right. Who told them to be so shortsighted? They got suckered by a small raise."
"Double pay this month! I'm so fucking happy I could explode! I'm a workhorse—don't anyone dare stop me from working overtime!"
