Wang Yi saw that Mitchell was exhausted, so he said to him, "Go get some rest."
Mitchell shook his head. "Boss, you haven't rested. How can I?"
Wang Yi smiled. "Can you really compare yourself to me? Look at how big your belly's gotten."
Mitchell patted his round belly. "Heh, Boss, it really has gotten a bit big. Looks like I'll have to lose some weight."
Looking at Mitchell, Wang Yi was a little moved.
He said to Mitchell, "Mitchell, I know you've put a lot of effort into our companies over the past few years. Especially when they were just getting started—you negotiated almost 90 percent of the contracts. You've contributed so much to the company, but at the cost of your health."
"Now all the companies are running smoothly. You don't have to attend every business dinner. Turn down the ones you should, and make some time to exercise and spend time with your girlfriend."
"And find one or two people you trust and train them up. That way, you won't have to work so hard."
Mitchell was overcome with gratitude. "Boss, just hearing you say that is enough. Don't worry about me. I'll give everything I have to your cause, right up to my dying breath."
As he picked bricks and stones off the rubble, Wang Yi said to Mitchell:
"No, I don't want you to give everything you have until you drop dead. I want you to stay healthy. That's a hard requirement I'm setting for you. How about this: you used to get a month of paid leave every year, right? I'll give you another month."
Mitchell thought it over. "Boss, a month off is already plenty. There'll be a mountain of work waiting for me when I get back. If I take two months,