Yan Chunqiu was developing very well.
Whenever the weather was nice, Wang Yan rode his bicycle around, constantly expanding the part-time job market. Thanks to the relatively good weather in the south, although the cold was unavoidable, it was never so bad that people could not stay outside for long. People were still active and on the move, so there was not much impact. With each person bringing in several dozen yuan, revenue from this line of business had already reached around two hundred thousand yuan, fluctuating by thirty thousand or so.
This was more or less saturated. If they expanded any further, no one else would have a living to make. Besides, it was not easy to expand anymore, because Wang Yan had already snatched up the relatively easy business. What remained was much more difficult. Now that their income was stabilizing, the company was doing quite comfortably.
That did not include the factory business. Some factories paid them a fee for referring someone over once that person had worked for a certain period. They did some of that work from time to time too, mainly depending on the job seeker's qualifications and intentions.
The company had posted many positions online, and people came in for interviews every day. Whether they could pass or not, everyone had to be interviewed. They had gathered information on many job seekers, including both manual laborers and skilled workers.
The human resources software they had mentioned before had already been developed. Every interviewee had to fill out a form when they came in. After the interview, their information and the interviewer's evaluation were entered into the system—the usual so-called talent pool. The positions they had on hand were also in the system, allowing them to search and match existing candidates directly. It was