Chapter 1 — Leave Application Approved Within 10 Minutes

My colleague who resigned received an 80% salary increase. When it was my turn, my application was approved in the blink of an eye. Three days later, the president went crazy. My colleague is lazy and has been working sporadically for three years. When he submitted his resignation letter, his boss personally invited him out to dinner and increased his salary by 80%. He wished he could kneel down and sing a love song to hold her back. As for me, I submitted my resignation letter, mentally prepared to be held back, and even thought in advance how to refuse gracefully. Unexpectedly, the leader finished reading the resignation letter and immediately waved his pen and signed it. Ten minutes later, all procedures were completed. From beginning to end, not a single sentence is redundant. Even faster than when I order food on the app. Even a sentence: “Be careful on the road.” There isn't either. I smiled, packed my things and left. On the third day after quitting my job, my phone was frantically called by the CEO.

"The whole company system is paralyzed! Only you can fix it! Just name a price!"

I looked at the phone screen, leisurely bit the melon seed, and slowly replied:

"Hello, the subscriber you called is currently out of work. I am now a freelancer, charging by the hour. Please pay the deposit in advance."

On the day Vuong Wei submitted his resignation letter, director Truong Dao personally organized a farewell party. The location is Ngu Pham Hien restaurant opposite the company. An average meal costs 880 yuan. Truong Dao put his arm around Vuong Vi's shoulders, almost leaning half of his body on him. His face was red from the alcohol.

“Little King, you can't go.”

“If you leave, what will the project department do?”

“What about me?”

It is said that in order to retain Vuong Wei, the company not only increased his salary by 80%, but also promised to appoint him as Project Director at the end of the year. Wang Wei was lazy for three years. The code can't write many lines. It all depends on the ability to speak and the ability to make excellent PPT. In the end, he stayed. Infinite glory. Half a month later, I also submitted my resignation letter. An A4 sheet of paper. Black ink on white background. Printed neatly and neatly. I even practiced what I would say if I was detained.

“Thank you for your consideration, leader, but I actually have my own plans.”

"I will always remember the company's training in my heart. The world is vast, we hope to meet again someday."

I walked into Truong Dao's office. He was leaning back in the director's chair, attentively scrolling through his phone watching golf lesson videos. I placed my resignation letter in front of him.

“Director Truong, I'm here to resign.”

He didn't even lift his head.

“Leave it there.”

I stood there, waiting thirty seconds. It seemed that at this moment he remembered that I was still in the room. He finally put down the phone and picked up the form. His eyes slid from top to bottom. It should only take about three seconds. He said nothing. Just hold the gold-plated Parker fountain pen on the table and unscrew the pen cap. The tip of the pen tapped twice on the "Applicant" position behind my name. Then, in the “Approver” box, he signed his name liberally. During the whole process, the office was so quiet that only the sound of the pen rustling on the paper could be heard. Less than ten minutes. The email processing the resignation procedure from the human resources department has been sent to my inbox. The title is:

“Notice of completion of resignation procedures.”

Scarily high performance. Even faster than store speed confirmed the order when last night I ordered a portion of crayfish on the app. The words I prepared earlier. Not a single sentence had a chance to be said. He didn't even ask me a question: Not even basic courtesy like:

“I wish you a bright future.”

He is also lazy to speak. I stood in front of my desk. Suddenly feeling like an invisible person. It must be said that it is like an office supply that is thrown away after being used. For example, a pen refill has run out of ink. Or a crumpled sheet of desk paper thrown into the trash.

“So I…”

I opened my mouth, intending to say something. But Truong Dao just waved his hand to interrupt.

“Go do the procedures.”

His gaze returned to the phone screen, where the slow-motion video of the golf swing was still playing. It seemed that in his eyes, I wasn't even worth as much as a patch of grass on the golf course in that video. I slightly raised my lips, trying to force a smile. Then turned around and walked out of the office. The door quietly closed behind him. At that moment, I heard a chuckle from inside. But sharp enough to penetrate straight into the eardrum. My working position is in the corner next to the window. On the table there is a pot of betel. I bought it on my first day joining the company three years ago. By now, green vines have covered the entire window sill. I started packing my things. Computer mouse. The Totoro printed mug has been used for five years. Some specialized books. And her pot of betel. In the office, each person has a different expression. My colleagues who had a pretty good relationship with me all had sympathetic looks in their eyes. But no one dared to step forward. Truong Dao's office is divided by a glass wall. He can see everything outside. Many others pretend to be busy. The sound of typing on the keyboard rang out non-stop. His eyes were glued to the computer screen as if a national secret was hidden inside. I slowly put each personal item into the carton. Not fast. Not slow either. From the moment I submitted my resignation letter, the profile picture on the company's internal communication software was forcibly turned gray by the human resources department. In all work groups, the system also automatically deleted my name.