Chapter 130: This Is a Work Injury!

Chapter 130: This Is a Work Injury!

Right now, with just over fifty employees, spending two to three hundred thousand yuan was manageable.

But what if there were five hundred employees in the future? That’d mean two to three million!

The most pressing matter now was to test the system’s limits—to see exactly where it drew the line when it came to reimbursing for work injuries.

Once he understood the rules, he could ramp up recruitment and start burning money in bulk—with a plan!

This was what you call laying the foundation for present gains and long-term benefits!

“Tell everyone to gather in the conference room at 3 p.m.,” Pei Qian instructed.

Then he added, “Have Ma Yang and Huang Sibo come too.”

After all, Moyu Internet Café and Feihuang Studio were both under Tengda’s umbrella.

Their employees deserved the same benefits.

No need to bring everyone, though. Just having Ma Yang and Huang Sibo as representatives would do.

…

3 p.m., conference room.

The staff gathered, confused about the purpose of the meeting.

Are we starting a new project already?

But seeing Ma Yang and Huang Sibo present, that didn’t seem likely.

After all, you didn’t need those two around just to kick off a new project.

Assistant Xin arrived with everyone’s medical reports and began handing them out.

Pei Qian sat down and waited until everyone had received theirs.

Most people already had a good idea of their health after the physicals, so the reports didn’t contain any shocking surprises—just clearer data.

Pei Qian looked around the room, his expression grim.

“I’ve looked over everyone’s medical reports.”

“And the situation… is not encouraging.”

“You’re all neglecting your health!”

“I’ve told you many times—no overtime! And yet here we are with a pile of occupational illnesses!”

His tone was full of regret and righteous indignation.

The employees looked at each other, bewildered.

They glanced down at their reports again.

There’s nothing serious, right?

Slightly elevated blood pressure, mild fatty liver, early-stage obesity, a bit of carpal tunnel…

Wasn’t this just standard stuff that most people had?

Why did President Pei sound like they were all about to drop dead?

Everyone looked pretty lively, didn’t they?

Pei Qian turned to Bao Xu.

“Bao Xu, your digestive system isn’t doing so well, is it? It’s probably from working too much overtime and eating irregularly. That’s a clear-cut work injury. Focus on recovery—the company will fully reimburse any costs not covered by insurance!”

“Assistant Xin, follow up with the hospital. Get him the best possible treatment plan.”

Assistant Xin nodded. “Understood, President Pei.”

Bao Xu was stunned.

‘Best possible treatment?’

‘I just get bloated sometimes… I just need to pop a few antacids. What kind of top-tier treatment are we talking about here? Ultra-premium digestion pills?’

Pei Qian continued,

“Also—Ma Yiqun! You’ve got digestive issues too, right? You’re included.”

He then glanced again at Bao Xu’s hairline.

“Oh, right. Almost forgot. Bao Xu, your hair loss is pretty serious! That’s definitely from too many late nights. Another work injury! Go get that hairline treated properly—we’ll cover it.”

Then he turned to Huang Sibo.

“Huang Sibo, that mild fatty liver of yours? Take care of it.”

“And your face—it’s so oily. Your complexion’s off. Clearly from overworking. Also a work injury!”

“Facial health is important for the company’s image. Go get some skincare treatments. We’ll reimburse you.”

Huang Sibo opened his mouth, ready to explain that he just hadn’t washed his face this morning… but Pei Qian had already moved on.

“Lu Mingliang, your report says you have chronic pharyngitis, right? That’s definitely from too much voice acting work!”

“Don’t worry—that’s absolutely a work-related injury. We’ll cover everything. Get the best treatment!”

“And several of you have carpal tunnel too, right? That’s a direct hit to work efficiency. Get on that treatment immediately!”

—

Pei Qian’s tone was impassioned, his logic airtight, and his goal obvious to only one person: burn through corporate funds under the guise of employee care.

It was perfect.

Pei Qian’s voice was solemn and authoritative:

“And Zhou Peng—your situation is the most serious. A tumor, requiring a minor surgery. But don’t worry—whatever’s not covered by insurance, the company will fully reimburse. This is clearly a work-induced injury from overexertion. Take medical leave with pay, focus on recovery. Understood?”

The moment he finished, everyone turned to look at Zhou Peng.

“Xiao Zhou, you have a tumor? Why didn’t you tell us earlier?!”

“Yeah, something this serious—you can’t keep it to yourself!”

“Don’t worry, Xiao Zhou, we’ve got your back!”

“When’s the surgery? Do you need to be hospitalized? We’ll visit you regularly!”

Zhou Peng blushed, looking a little embarrassed.

“Uh… it’s just a benign tumor. Honestly, it’s not urgent. Might not even need surgery for a while…”

“And it’s a hamartoma, about 5 centimeters. The hospital usually doesn’t even consider treatment unless it’s over 4 centimeters…”

Everyone exchanged looks.

Benign tumor?

Then why did President Pei sound so serious—like Zhou Peng was on his deathbed?

A benign tumor was basically nothing, right?

Just remove it, and it’s unlikely to come back.

And as for everything else he brought up earlier…

Weren’t those just the usual minor issues most office workers had?

Was all this tension… really necessary?

Sensing the shift in mood, Pei Qian tapped the table and said sternly:

“Everyone, fix your attitude.”

“Your bodies don’t just belong to you. As employees, you’re also company assets.”

“Each of you being in good health is directly tied to Tengda’s ability to operate normally.”

“Since we’ve signed labor contracts, the company has a duty to safeguard your health.”

He turned to Ma Yang and Huang Sibo.

“You two—make sure you collect the health reports for everyone at Moyu Internet Café and Feihuang Studio. Same standards apply.”

His words rang out, firm and irrefutable.

Everyone paused.

Employees are company assets, so their bodies aren’t just their own. Keeping healthy means fulfilling your professional responsibility…

…That kind of made sense?

But also kind of didn’t?

Something about the logic felt off, but they couldn’t quite put their finger on it.

Pei Qian continued:

“One more thing.”

“This health check revealed a shocking number of work-related injuries. I feel deeply responsible.”

“This means I’ve done a poor job organizing the workflow and haven’t paid enough attention to your health. I will make it up to you.”

“Starting now, here’s a new employee benefit plan.”

“First, for anything health-related and tied to work, we’ll treat it as a work injury. Insurance first, and anything insurance doesn’t cover will be reimbursed by the company up to a set limit. We’ll publish detailed guidelines later.”

Pei Qian was careful not to overpromise—he still didn’t know what the system would allow in terms of compensation.

For example, if someone developed cancer and treatment costs hit several hundred thousand yuan, sure, work stress might’ve played a role, but reimbursing the full amount as a work injury? That would definitely push the system’s limits.

So he set a rule: report all work injuries first, and they’d evaluate what percentage to cover (based on what the system would let him get away with).

He added:

“Every one of you—your health is company property. If you find a problem, you must report it. Hiding it is absolutely not allowed. Understood?”

“And beyond that—Assistant Xin, sign everyone up for a one-year gym membership, and include eight private coaching sessions per month.”

“Each employee is required to go to the gym at least twice a week!”

—

The staff was stunned again.

What company forces people to go to the gym and gives them private lessons?

And with that, Pei Qian’s latest money-burning plan was set in motion—under the noble banner of employee welfare.

Gym memberships in Jingzhou cost around 2,000 yuan per year. Private coaching runs 200 yuan per session. Eight sessions a month adds up to 1,600 yuan—totaling close to 20,000 yuan per person annually.

But the system wouldn’t allow Pei Qian to spend it all at once. He could only purchase memberships or sessions month by month, and only up to 10 sessions per person per month.

By this estimate, with over fifty employees, an extra 200,000 yuan a month could be poured into gym expenses alone.

“Next up is nutrition,” Pei Qian continued.

“A lot of our staff have digestive issues. That’s clearly from eating poorly.”

“Ma Yang, doesn’t Moyu Internet Café have a decent chef? Hire two more. Start preparing healthy lunches daily. Have them delivered to the company on time—we’ll provide meals for everyone!”

“We’ll make a group chat. Everyone can choose their lunch preferences every morning, but make sure it’s balanced and nutritious. Ma Yang, you and Zhang Yuan will be in charge of this.”

Ma Yang quickly nodded. “Got it, President Pei!”

Lately, he’d been feeling pretty down.

Game Producer made a profit.

President Pei’s Daily Life made a profit.

Only Moyu Internet Café was still hemorrhaging money—losing over 300,000 yuan a month.

It made him feel utterly incompetent!

Now here was his chance to shine—he had to seize it.

Pei Qian wasn’t finished.

“And one more thing. To further ensure everyone’s health, we’ll hire a professional nutritionist. Assistant Xin, make a note of that. Start scouting for candidates.”

While dishing out these instructions, Pei Qian kept a close eye on the system’s reaction.

No warnings.

No restrictions.

All green lights.

This whole round of spending added up to over 500,000 yuan.

Of course, it was still far from triggering any significant loss conversion, but Pei Qian wasn’t discouraged.

Even if this move only shaved off an extra 5,000 yuan from his profit, it was strategically meaningful.

He had just unlocked a whole new spending route.

Fifty employees could burn 500,000.

What if he had five hundred employees?

That’s 5 million right there!

This laid a solid foundation for future money-burning endeavors.

“Well then, that’s it for today. Meeting adjourned.”

Pei Qian got up and left the conference room, feeling genuinely satisfied.

Sure, this cycle was a lost cause, but the future?

Still bright and full of financial ruin potential!

Back in the conference room, the employees sat in stunned silence.

They were moved. Deeply.

How could there be such a boss in the world?

Someone who valued his employees' health more than anything?

It was unbelievable!

As they stared at Pei Qian’s departing figure, admiration filled their eyes.

President Pei truly was a good boss—always quietly doing so much for everyone, never boasting, never seeking credit.

Unlike those so-called philanthropist billionaires who flaunted every good deed for publicity…

President Pei was different.

He did it purely out of genuine care, and didn’t even want to involve the media.

Was this… the heart of a true leader?

There was only one phrase to capture this feeling:

“A mountain so high, one can only look up to it.”

Meanwhile, Ma Yiqun had silently made a vow.

He and Hu Yue had already arranged for an exclusive interview the next day.

Though they couldn’t reveal President Pei’s real identity, nor the exact salary and benefits at Tengda, there was still so much worth sharing.

This interview must be done well.

It must spread Tengda’s spirit to the world.

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