Brainstorming, the Precious Micro Development Platform!

"Good. I'll immediately have Wen Bo go out and order the tools you need. Everything will arrive within three days."

"Since the workshop isn't ready yet, everyone should go home and rest for a day."

"Starting tomorrow, we'll begin working in earnest!"

After gathering all the requirement sheets, Zhang Min gave them a quick scan and finally relaxed.

Just as she had expected.

Of the seven people, three had not made any requests at all, listing only about two thousand points' worth of tools.

Of the remaining four, only Sun Quan and Su Mo had listed a substantial number of items.

In particular.

Su Mo had specifically requested a Micro Development Platform, priced at around thirty-nine thousand eight hundred points.

Sun Quan, meanwhile, had asked for a Short Compilation Computer if possible, priced at around fifteen thousand points.

For the currently wealthy Carefree Good Workshop, these points were hardly worth mentioning.

Zhang Min had agreed to everything without the slightest hesitation.

"All right, that's it for today!"

After explaining the working hours and the procedures for reporting in tomorrow.

She also had everyone stand up and introduce themselves one by one.

Then Zhang Min rose with a beaming smile and announced that the meeting was over.

In the hall, however, it was only after she and Zhang Bowen left that the seven people remaining inside revealed their true colors, and the harmonious atmosphere vanished.

The four people who had come out of the interviews first—young Jia Yang, big sister Pan Wendan, lecherous uncle Qi Yi, and the fifty-something Kang Xiaobing—formed one faction.

They huddled together with faint hostility, whispering among themselves about who knew what.

Yao Zhe, the middle-aged man who had come out of the last interview, formed a faction by himself. His face was icy, as though everyone