Chapter 201: I've Finished Speaking, Who Agrees, Who Objects

Qian Huan naturally knew the performance appraisal system couldn't be copied wholesale; after all, this great killing weapon could not only kill careers but truly kill people.

Especially when transplanting this kind of corporate system into places like the Patrol Bureau, hospitals, or prisons, it would truly make King Yama present you with a banner of merit, embroidered in blood with the four great characters "Immeasurable Merit."

But Qian Huan didn't care at all now; for a filial son who listened to his mother, to hell with rationality—he only wanted to listen to his mother's words—go mad!

He needed to replace the prison personnel at the most radical speed, but unfortunately he had no way to take a knife and saw off all their heads in order.

So he needed a reasonable excuse to eliminate them.

Even if this excuse sounded mad, as long as it could barely stand, it was enough.

So Qian Huan coldly looked at Zhou Hu, while sweeping over the other silent Zone Chiefs, and said coldly and ruthlessly:

"Yes, I want to introduce the Last Place Elimination System into the prison."

"The financial situation of the Second Prison has always been worrying, relying on subsidies from the Executive Government every year to barely maintain itself."

"The crux behind this lies in our management system being too rigid; many people are too complacent in their positions and lack enterprising spirit."

"Now is the time for change. This is also the reason the Executive Government entrusted the Second Prison to the company—they value that our Tian Guang Capital can inject new blood and vitality into the Second Prison. It is also the task the company assigned me when I came. So I hope everyone can cooperate with my work."

"As for whether the prison is suitable for adopting the Last Place Elimination System, I think we might as well try it first."

"If this move can bring rich profits to the company and considerable dividends to the Executive Government, then even if we cause some prisoner casualties during management, I believe the Executive Government will show its tolerance and understanding."

"After all, on the wheel of production, while creating value, normal loss is inevitable—this is an objective law of economic development, isn't it?"

Zhou Hu looked at Qian Huan in disbelief; even though he never treated prisoners as human beings, at this moment he also felt a chill at Qian Huan's ruthlessness.

Once this system was implemented, he dared not imagine how many prisoners would be driven to death by prison guards; in less than a year, half the prisoners in the entire prison would die.

He sucked in a breath of cold air: "You're crazy, this is a prison, not those enterprises, you..."

However, Qian Huan did not hesitate to interrupt Zhou Hu's words, and said coldly:

"You are wrong. The times have changed, the Second Prison is also undergoing share reform, and will carry it through to the end. So now the Second Prison is an enterprise; as an enterprise it must be profitable. Or do you, Zone Chief Zhou, not want the Second Prison's share reform to succeed?"

Qian Huan stood up, leaned forward, coldly stared at Zhou Hu, and the killing intent in his eyes was unhidden: "Or are you afraid, afraid of becoming the last place eliminated?"

Zhou Hu was left speechless by the questioning; he really couldn't argue against the Prison Warden, so he could only pleadingly turn his gaze to the other Zone Chiefs.

The group of Zone Chiefs looked at each other, tacitly avoiding Zhou Hu's gaze, and not a single person spoke up.

If it were the past, they would definitely have stood up to oppose collectively, but just now they had just received a phone call from above and hadn't had time to digest and organize it, nor had they had time to collude in private, before being called to the meeting.

At the meeting, Prison Warden Qian Huan even changed his previous style, his attitude extremely tough; this abnormal change made them all uneasy in their hearts, unwilling to be the first to stand out.

Simply put, they had already lost in momentum.

Qian Huan also keenly noticed this, and felt excited in his heart: "As it turns out, what Mom said was right—going mad really works."

Qian Huan's eyes lit up; he wouldn't give these people time to think or collude, but instead put on the Prison Warden's authority and said forcefully:

"Very good. It seems we've reached an agreement. Since that's the case, let's sign."

"Sign?!" The group of Zone Chiefs widened their eyes and looked at Qian Huan.

Qian Huan lightly clapped his hands, and immediately a secretary from outside the conference room walked in quickly, holding the freshly printed "Second Prison Performance Appraisal Management Measures" with the ink still wet, and delivered the documents one by one to each Zone Chief.

The Zone Chiefs opened the manuals and found that the contents inside were roughly the same as the points Qian Huan had raised in the meeting.

The core of this appraisal system lay in generating revenue and profit; it placed each Zone in fierce competition, with a ranking conducted every week to measure each Zone's performance.

Zones ranked at the back would inevitably face a series of penalties, the details of which were listed in detail in the document.

The strictest penalty among them was: if any Zone remained at the bottom of the ranking for two consecutive weeks, then the main person responsible for that Zone's performance would face demotion, and their position would be taken over by an outstanding performer.

Ps: The above rules also apply to the districts within each Zone.

The group of Zone Chiefs looked at the penalty details, and sweat faintly appeared on their foreheads.

Qian Huan pushed back his chair and slowly walked to behind the Zone Chief ranked first on his right. He slowly took out an exquisite fountain pen from his upper pocket and handed it over, saying: "Sign."

The latter took the pen, his expression grave, his hand holding the pen hesitating.

Qian Huan placed both hands on the other's shoulders, his tone firm and powerful: "Hurry up, it's just one pen; after you sign, others still need to use it. Don't keep everyone waiting too long, and don't let..."

Qian Huan paused, then said lightly: "... don't let the company and the Executive Government wait too long. After signing, I still need to take it to show the higher-ups. This is our letter of determination to do a good job in generating revenue and profit for the Second Prison."

The latter gripped the pen tightly, lowered his head to look at the striking red characters on the document—

"I voluntarily comply with the Second Prison Appraisal Management Measures, actively create revenue and dividends for the company and the Executive Government..."

Each character was like a branding iron heated to red-hot, branding his heart as it twitched violently.

He knew that once this stroke fell, there would be no turning back; but if he didn't sign, wouldn't that be equivalent to publicly admitting he was occupying a position without doing his duty? Then perhaps without the Last Place Elimination System, he would be eliminated first.

He gritted his teeth, signed his name on the document, then let out a long breath as if laying down a heavy burden, and handed the pen to the next Zone Chief.

At this moment, pressure was like a relay baton, passed into the hands of the next Zone Chief.

The next Zone Chief secretly cursed his predecessor for not being able to withstand the pressure; however, he could only helplessly imitate the former, gritting his teeth to sign his own name.

Signing was like this: as long as the first person fell, the rest would fall like dominoes, and it would be very hard to stand up alone again.

When the pen was passed to the fourth Zone Chief, before putting pen to paper, he paused for a moment, then raised a key question:

"Regarding the outstanding performer mentioned in these details who replaces the one above—is it decided based on the internal ranking of each Zone, or..."

Qian Huan revealed a faint smile, the smile carrying a hint of unfathomable meaning. He slowly replied:

"Naturally, it's a unified ranking of all Zones. In my place, I treat every member fairly; there is no distinction between Zones—only the strong rise and the mediocre fall. Just as our Nine Districts' Chief Executive Official said—greater ability, greater responsibility!"

The moment these words landed, the atmosphere in the conference room underwent an invisible change, as if an invisible chasm had quietly split open in the air. Though unseen, it was as tangible as real, isolating each Zone Chief into hostile islands.

They might not fail to understand this was the Prison Warden's scheme to sow discord, but they also immediately realized that their relationship with each other could never return to the past of being "as solid as an iron bucket." Besides, they had never been as solid as an iron bucket to begin with; each harbored ulterior motives and had their own calculations.

Now, it was even less possible. To some extent, they had fallen into the "Prisoner's Dilemma" created by the Prison Warden.

Qian Huan took back several signed documents, stacked them into a pile, then turned to look at Zhou Hu, who had deliberately been left hanging for a while, and said lightly: "Zone Chief Zhou is opposed, so he won't sign. I understand. Then, today's meeting is adjourned."

"Wait, who said I opposed? I, Zhou Hu, have always advocated democracy. Since everyone is in agreement, I naturally will follow the Prison Warden's decision."

Zhou Hu's expression shifted between anger and embarrassment, turning pale then red; finally he forced out a smile uglier than crying.

He snatched the pen from Qian Huan's hand, spread out the document, and quickly signed his name.

Thank you for the repeated rewards and the der modification, wishing the big shot good health and making a fortune every day.

Feng Mu: "I've received your offering, and on behalf of Fate I praise you!"

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