Daily Life

The air was thick with the pungent scent of traditional Chinese medicinal brew. Through the thick glass, Wang Yan watched the production process inside.

"Old Zhao, are you familiar with every stage now?"

Zhao Changchun, the factory manager of Dragon Ascending Health, answered his boss with a smile. "Yes, President Wang. Everyone involved in the factory's operations can use our system proficiently. Safety training and professional skills training for the workshop workers have never fallen behind. Other than being a little weaker at identifying and processing medicinal ingredients, the main issue is that they aren't fully occupied. Although the factory is doing well, everyone from top to bottom feels a little uneasy, afraid that this good job might disappear one day."

He had worried about the lack of work himself before. Later, after spending more time there and roughly understanding the new boss's working style, he had barely managed to adjust. The workers, however, were still nervous. Mainly because people liked to slack off, enjoying the little thrill of stealing moments of leisure amid busy work. But this was different. There genuinely was not that much work. They were always idle, yet they received high salaries, had their social insurance paid in full based on their actual wages, and even the factory cafeteria met high standards, with genuinely well-paid master chefs. The money did not feel secure in their hands. How could they not worry?

Wang Yan shook his head. "Feeling uneasy is a good thing. At least it means they understand that their current workload and income don't match. What I'm afraid of is them eventually taking this for granted and becoming lazy even with the little work they do have. But this situation won't last long. Just look at the people packing and shipping orders. In such a