When Zhang Heng left the hospital, it was six in the morning, and the sky had only just begun to brighten.
After thinking it over, he still found a public phone and called Han Lu. She was already up. Qing Tea was in its expansion phase, and once Han Lu entered work mode, she was like a machine, dividing her day into different time slots and packing every one of them full.
Four hours of sleep were enough to restore her energy, and the time she saved could be used for many other things. When Zhang Heng called, Han Lu was exercising.
While continuing her yoga, she said after picking up, "Perfect, I wanted to tell you about the company's progress too, but your phone was always unreachable. Our brand has officially been named Qing Tea. The flagship store is in Taiguli, and we've already opened twenty branches, expanding into Shanghai. Preparations are also underway in Guangzhou. Funding is no longer a concern at all. Everyone is optimistic about this project. The main thing limiting our expansion is our talent pool. We're training people too, but it takes quite a while to train a newcomer from scratch, especially a store manager. So I've decided to poach people directly from Heytea and Cha Yan Yue Se. We'll offer thirty percent above market rates. We have plenty of money to burn anyway."
Han Lu paused. When she saw that there was no response from the other end, she said, "...Forget it, you don't care about this stuff anyway. I've been buying points for you. We've collected nearly forty thousand already, and the price is lower than we expected. In another three months—no, two months—I'll be able to get you the amount you need. Actually, if you're not in a hurry, with those