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The journal soon reached every employee's hands.
Thempany had its own physical journal, which in itself was a proof of strength. To the discerning eye, creating an internal journal was a preemptive measure taken by leaders once thempany had reached a certain scale to broaden their horizons and begin establishingrporate culture, making the ship more stable internally in order to navigate more steadily through the future's vast oceans. 𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙥𝒖𝒃.𝙘𝙤𝒎
Ordinary employees, ofurse,uldn't think of so much; their most direct impression was that thempany has grown bigger and wealthier.
The ancients said when one is well fed and clothed... oh no, material needs take precedence over spiritual ones, culturalnstruction is based on nomic development. If ampany does not have a certain scale or hasn't made money, why would the boss produce a journal? Let's see ampany inundated with debt and on the verge of closure try this, and check if they have the leisure to do a journal.
Wanting employees to havenfidence in thempany, the most direct method is certainly not to tirelessly preach about ethos and sentiment, but to show thempany's strength.
Though the journal was small, when all employees got it in their hands, their first feeling was that this was ridiculously luxurious
The exquisite packaging, wooden carved borders, perfume-sprinkled pages, and several-centimeter-thickver and back pagesuldmpletely be sent to newspapers for publication, high-quality photos not unlike those found in bridal albums. This was not so much an internalmpany journal as it was made with the elite quality of wedding albums.
Suming'snsistent way of thinking was to do things thoroughly if he was to do them at all. From this beautifully made journal, without Suming saying anything, employeesuld vaguely sense what kind of work style this boss had— even creating an internal journal was done with great detail; working under him surely meant slacking off would not be tolerated.
Thentent of the journal was the same for everyone, but employees at different levels had some details that surprised them. The most basic level of employees had ordinary tri-ply wooden borders, while mid-level managers had borders made from more expensive natural wood, and a fewmpany executives received journals with rosewood frames.
Outrageous inequality, the simplest and most brutal of methods, paradoxically provoked quite the motivational effect.
After receiving the journal, it left everyone a bit at a loss whether to place it on the desk for fear of peopleming and going, and maybe spilling a cup of water on it, or to lock it in a drawer, whichuld seem a bit timid and inexperienced. Leaders with private offices had it easier, Wang Hao directly made a frame for the first issue of the journal and placed it in the most visible shelf in his office, alongside a bunch of medals. Many employees learned from this and got a small shelf to display it on their desks with family photos.
Upon opening the first page of the journal, a sense ofncealed but intense superiority washed over you.
"Internal journal, limited edition"
What's 'internal'? Something not available in the market, unknown to themmon person, something you can't touch if you don't have the rightnnections or channels; that's what internal means.
Insider information of a listedmpany, internal posts reserved for employees' children in monopolistic industries, benefits reserved for ampany's own staff, channels obtained through specialnnections, legendary products specifically supplied internally... anything associated with the word 'internal' is filled with an intriguing sense of privilege!
What does limited edition mean? It's something that can't necessarily be bought even with money, that's what limited edition is.
You have money, you're powerful, you can buy cars, planes, big tanks, but can you get your hands on limited-edition items? Well, that's hardly guaranteed.
Furthermore, limited edition also implies the potential for appreciation in value.
If the production quality of this journal were no different from the cheap magazines sold on the street for three to five bucks to pad under a shaky table while playing Mahjong, then the words 'internal' and 'limited edition' wouldn't mean much and would rather bme a joke.
But the quality of the journal was impeccable, surpassing even the standard of ordinary bridal photo albums, which suddenly highlighted the significance of 'internal' and 'limited edition'.
At the end of each journal, a number was embossed with a steel stamp, signifying that every journal was a unique individual, one of a kind.
There's not a snd identical leaf in the whole world.
There are many unique things in the world, but what do they have to do with you? Even if you're rich and can buy the Cullinan Diamond right off the British Queen's head, it would only prove you have ownership, but the diamond itself would have no directnnection to you.
Thentents of the journal, however, were directly related to the well-being of all employees. In the several dozen pages of the first issue, nearly one-third of the employees' faces appeared in group or individual photos.
"The students in our workshop have been talking about you behind your back," Nangong Yan said, hugging her own rose red journal.
"Talking about me? How handsome I am?" Suming teased while sizing up his chin on the journal'sver.
"Humph, no matter how handsome you are, I'm the only one who monopolized you; it has nothing to do with anyone else," Nangong Yan declared with a flamboyant wave of her hand like a bandit queen, "Others praised you for being talented, claiming you easily motivated the employees' enthusiasm with a simplempany journal, greatly enhancing thempany'shesion. Not much money was spent, yet the effect was very good..."
"Ofurse," Suming said, winking. "Because I have a secret that nobody else has!"
"Ah? What secret? Tell me," Nangong Yan asked curiously, leaning in closer.
Suddenly, Suming wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her down to sit on his lap, pecked her cheek, and then said with a smile, "Because I have a virtuous wife, both beautiful and capable, envy from others is pointless."
"Sweet-talker." Nangong Yan extended a finger, playfully lifted Suming's chin, and leaned in to say, "Come on, let your sister taste if you've smeared honey on it?"
Suming suddenly stuck out his tongue, swiftly licked Nangong Yan's pink lips, and said with a sly smile, "Speaking of capability..."
"No work today!" Nangong Yan decisively interrupted Suming's risqué fantasy, struggled to keep a straight face, and said sternly, "My relative is visiting!"
"Damn it!" Suming cursed loudly.
After the journal was distributed, the oume wasn't entirely positive; several minor disputes arose.
The first was an inter-departmental dispute.
A techie from the IT department went to the entertainmentmpany's live streaming platform to do a system upgrade, and a female host there, out of kindness, made him a cup offfee. Likely having never received such treatment from a beauty, the techie got excited, shook a little, and spilled the cup offfee all over the female host's journal.
The journal, being of high quality, was not ruined, but theffee stain on itsver was definitely notming off.
While the technician apologized profusely, the female host was stamping her feet in anger. Since it was an accident and sheuld not demandmpensation, all sheuld do was post on the internal forum to ask if it was possible to get anotherpy of the journal.
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