Da Song Investment, 31st floor.
"Gurgle, gurgle..."
Song Yiran poured herself a cup of tea.
Her office was decorated in an antique style, with a dedicated tea-brewing area.
A row of bookshelves stood beside it, filled with books. Many were thread-bound volumes, and judging from their titles, they seemed to be ancient texts.
The Human Resources Department manager sat across from Song Yiran, separated by the tea table, watching steam rise from the two cups of tea.
Song Yiran, the general manager, sat opposite her in traditional dress, her long hair reaching her waist. Her features were gentle, her temperament ethereal, like a refined young lady who had stepped out of a book.
"The employees who resigned yesterday have already been informed of the four announced policies. They all want to return to the company."
"Because they resigned, the first three benefits will be cut in half for their first year back, and the fourth benefit will only be available after a year. They're all willing to accept that."
"Manager Song, should we sign them all back on, or only take some of them?"
"Actually, if we publicly recruit with these benefits, a great many people would definitely jump ship to our company..."
Song Yiran lifted her teacup and inhaled its aroma. "Take them all."
"Release the public recruitment notice later. It's just that the positions will be..."
The Human Resources Department manager hurriedly took notes. The more she heard, the more shocked and puzzled she became, but that was fine—she only needed to carry it out.
Just as the Human Resources Department manager was about to leave the office, Song Yiran stopped her and asked her to take some photos.
"Huh?"
Was the reason the general manager had worn traditional dress today to take photos for someone?
She thought