novelraw Chapter 126 : “The First Fire of ‘Humanized Management’”
Chapter 126 : “The First Fire of ‘Humanized Management’”
Chapter 126: “The First Fire of ‘Humanized Management’”
Ascension Group, a temporarily established “Employee Care and Ideological Development Department”.
This was the only department in the entire group that had no KPI, no performance pressure, and even had its doorplate hanging crookedly.
However, it was precisely this seemingly “leisurely” office that today ignited the first fire of the group’s high-level meeting.
Murong Xue, dressed in a white gown, stood at the center of the Main Peak Hall, her expression solemn.
She did not look like she was attending a meeting; rather, she looked as though she was proclaiming a decree at a sect grand ceremony.
“……In summary, our department proposes to formally establish the ‘Ascension Group Fallen Employees Compensation and Family Resettlement Regulations’.”
On the light screen before her, clauses were densely listed, the level of detail making all the executives present gasp in amazement.
“The core content of the regulations consists of three points.”
“First, any who sacrificed themselves for the group, regardless of rank or position, their direct-line relatives shall enjoy the group’s ‘Third-Tier Offering’ treatment for life. If their parents are mortals, the group will be responsible for extending their lifespan and ensuring a peaceful old age; if their children possess spiritual roots, they shall be directly admitted as Inner Sect Disciples, with preferential allocation of resources.”
“Second, the establishment of the ‘Ascension Martyrs Shrine’. The names of all the fallen shall be engraved within it, to receive the group’s incense offerings for eternity.”
“Third, the establishment of a ‘Family Care Fund’, to be specially managed by our department, with regular visits and the resolution of all living and cultivation difficulties faced by the families of the fallen.”
After Murong Xue finished reading, the hall fell into complete silence.
Everyone had been stunned by the sheer scale of this set of regulations.
Was this compensation?
This was practically treating the families of the fallen disciples like revered ancestors!
“Ahem, ahem!”
An ill-timed cough broke the silence.
The Chief Financial Officer, Elder Liu Changqing, slowly stood up.
That face of his which always carried a shrewd smile was now filled with difficulty.
“Minister Murong… this… the idea is good, it really is good.”
He first affirmed her, then abruptly changed his tone,
“But have you calculated this account?”
He raised three fingers.
“In this battle, our group suffered a total of three hundred and seventeen fallen disciples.”
“According to your ‘Third-Tier Offering’ standard, each person would require at least five hundred top-grade spirit stones in resources per year.”
“Over three hundred people—that’s one hundred and sixty thousand top-grade spirit stones a year!”
“And it’s for life!”
“Their parents need support, their children need cultivation. This expenditure will snowball, growing larger and larger!”
“This… this is simply a bottomless pit!”
Liu Changqing spoke with heartache, as if someone had cut flesh from his body.
“Our group looks glorious now, but the scale is huge, and there are many places that need money!”
“R&D needs money, expansion needs money, and the ‘year-end bonus’ for the Old Ancestor is an astronomical sum! Where is there spare money to do these… these flashy things?”
His words spoke the thoughts of quite a few elders present.
In the Cultivation World, human lives were as cheap as grass.
Giving a sum of compensation was already an immense act of benevolence—who would ever raise someone’s ancestors for eighteen generations?
Murong Xue’s pretty face turned cold as she was about to retort.
“Elder Liu’s words make sense.”
From the main seat above, Chu Feng, who had remained silent all this time, suddenly spoke.
Upon hearing this, Liu Changqing was overjoyed, thinking that the President was standing on his side.
Murong Xue’s heart, however, sank.
She had known it—expecting this man, whose mind was full of nothing but “profit” and “cost”, to understand what “human feeling” meant was simply a fool’s dream.
However, Chu Feng’s next sentence caused everyone to drop their jaws.
“But I have still decided to approve Minister Murong’s regulations.”
“Not only approve them,”
Chu Feng’s gaze swept across the hall, his voice calm yet unquestionable,
“I will also double the budget on this basis.”
“What?!”
Liu Changqing’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
“President, please reconsider!”
“This absolutely cannot be done!”
Several other elders in charge of resources also stood up to dissuade him.
“All of you, sit down.”
Chu Feng said lightly.
An invisible pressure instantly silenced the noisy hall.
Only then did Chu Feng explain unhurriedly, his voice like that of a business school professor giving an introductory lecture to a group of elementary students.
“You only see the immediate ‘cost’, but you do not see the long-term ‘return’.”
“Let me ask you, what is the most core asset of our Ascension Group?”
“Is it… pills? Is it magical artifacts?”
An elder ventured a tentative answer.
“Wrong.”
Chu Feng shook his head,
“It is our people! It is the tens of thousands of ‘family members’ who dare to risk their lives fighting the Purifiers for just a few hundred contribution points!”
“Elder Liu, you only calculated the ‘expenditure’ of one hundred and sixty thousand spirit stones a year.”
“But have you calculated how much ‘return’ we can gain because of these regulations?”
Chu Feng raised one finger.
“First, a massive increase in employee loyalty. When an employee knows that even if they die in battle, their family will receive the best care, what kind of attitude will they work with?”
“How much combat power will they unleash?”
“This is called ‘risk hedging’.”
He then raised a second finger.
“Second, a tremendous increase in brand image.”
“When the concept of ‘joining the Ascension Group means your whole family has no worries’ spreads throughout the Eastern Wasteland, will we still worry about not recruiting the best talent?”
“Can’t our future ‘franchise fees’ be raised a little higher?”
“This is called ‘brand premium’.”
Finally, he raised a third finger and looked at Murong Xue, the corner of his mouth curling into a playful smile.
“Third, and most important.”
“A company that only talks about wolf-like ferocity and not humanity cannot go far.”
“Minister Murong’s regulations complete the final, and most important, piece of the ‘corporate culture’ puzzle for our group.”
“They allow us to transform from a mere ‘collection of interests’ into a ‘community of shared destiny’ with warmth and a sense of belonging.”
“So this is not an ‘expense’. This is an ‘investment’.”
Chu Feng delivered the final word.
“An investment in ‘people’s hearts’—and in the long run, the investment with the highest rate of return.”
These words left everyone present, including Liu Changqing, speechless. Soon after, looks of sudden realization appeared, followed by expressions of deep admiration.
Brilliant! Truly brilliant!
Who would have thought that behind a simple compensation regulation, there was such profound business planning hidden within?
As expected, the President saw further ahead!
Only Murong Xue stood where she was, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
She had proposed these regulations purely out of the most basic sympathy and moral obligation.
Yet after Chu Feng’s “packaging”, they instantly became a cold, calculating “commercial investment”.
She felt as if she had painstakingly nurtured a gorgeous rose, only for Chu Feng to walk over, not even glance at the flower, and instead calmly analyze how much essential oil could be extracted from it, and at what price it could be sold.
This feeling clogged her heart, leaving her unable to refute anything.
Because he had indeed, in his own way, supported her.
“Alright, this matter is settled.”
Chu Feng waved his hand, ending the discussion.
With a mournful face, Liu Changqing asked,
“President, with the budget doubled… where is this money coming from? It can’t just appear out of thin air, can it?”
Chu Feng smiled.
He stood up and walked to the entrance of the Main Peak Hall, looking at those former Heavenheart Holy Land powerhouses in the plaza who were now locked in cages, once so arrogant, a cold glint flashing through his eyes.
“Who said it has to appear out of thin air?”
“Don’t we still have so many… ‘non-performing assets’ crying out to be liquidated and revitalized?”