Qiao Toubao Company

After half a year of rest, seeing his savings dwindle, Cheng Yuan started to panic. He didn't have any skills other than driving, and with his age, finding a job was proving extremely difficult.

Months ago, with his son's help, he'd relentlessly sent out resumes and applied online. His son handled most of it, and there had been no news until a week ago, when he received a notification about an online job application.

With his son's assistance and online communication, Cheng Yuan excitedly discovered that a windfall had indeed fallen from the sky: an incredibly generous job offer had landed in his lap.

First, he was to pick up a new car from the dealership and get it registered. A week later, he was to go to Yuan Mountain Villa and formally meet the boss who had hired him.

All of this was handled by Mi Feng. Zhang Hao had no idea. It wasn't until the car arrived at the villa that Zhang Hao realized he not only had a car but also a dedicated driver. The treatment truly surprised him.

"Hello, Master Cheng Yuan, is that right? I'll be relying on you from now on."

Zhang Hao was very polite, lacking the mindset of a leader.

Cheng Yuan replied nervously, "No trouble at all, hehe, no trouble at all."

Zhang Hao said, "Let's head to Jinfeng Building first today."

Cheng Yuan quickly opened the car door and said, "President Zhang, please."

Zhang Hao got in, muttering to himself, Is this what being rich is like? It feels good, at least I don't have to take taxis or the subway anymore.

Once inside the car, Zhang Hao noticed the luxurious interior. It seemed expensive, but he didn't bother asking the price. With his own net worth now in the billions, no matter how expensive the car was, he felt he could afford it.

Cheng Yuan wasn't a man of many words. When Zhang Hao remained silent, he also stayed quiet, focusing solely on driving. Soon, they arrived at Jinfeng Building.

Someone was waiting for them as they got out of the car – the property manager of Jinfeng Building.

"You must be President Zhang?"

Zhang Hao nodded and asked, "And you are?"

The man smiled, "I'm the property manager of Jinfeng Building, my name is Guan Zhi Mao. Heh heh, I'm here to personally welcome President Zhang and also to have you sign the lease agreement..."

This was a major client. With the current economic downturn and many companies closing down, very few businesses were signing two-year leases at Jinfeng Building. This alone made him dare not be negligent.

Mi Feng had already paid a deposit of one million yuan, which was why the property manager of Jinfeng Building was so enthusiastic. This sincerity convinced him that the other party would definitely rent, so Guan Zhi Mao was extremely respectful and courteous.

The trick here was that Mi Feng rented the property at a premium. A rent that could have been negotiated down to eight or even seven million yuan was offered at ten million yuan for two years without any haggling. This kind of extravagant gesture from a tycoon made everyone at Jinfeng Building take notice.

After signing the contract, they followed Guan Zhi Mao to the seventeenth floor. The entire floor, nearly eight hundred square meters, greatly satisfied Zhang Hao. It didn't need any renovation; everything was already in place. They just needed to add computers and some essential equipment to be ready to open.

At 10:30 AM, the applicants began to arrive.

These people were all recruited by Mi Feng. Zhang Hao's task was simply to confirm them. Mi Feng made all the decisions, and Zhang Hao didn't really care. He had no desire to manage anything. As a manager, he was a puppet, and crucially, he didn't want to compete. If Mi Feng hadn't forced him, he wouldn't have come.

Sitting in the ready-made reception room, Cheng Yuan waited outside. When someone arrived, he would usher them into the reception room.

Zhang Hao looked at his phone. The company name displayed was "Qiao Toubao Company," which confused him. Qiao Toubao? What is Qiao Toubao?

Bridgehead! It meant Bridgehead!

Zhang Hao looked at the characters floating on his phone screen, feeling inexplicably puzzled. Why use a homophone for "Bridgehead" as the company name?

Then, lines of text appeared on the screen.

Wu Renbao!

Age forty-one, a doctoral student at MIT... Professional manager, position: General Manager of Qiao Toubao.

Zhang Hao's scalp tingled as he read the extensive introduction. Looking at this person's resume, he felt like a complete failure. The resume was blindingly impressive, utterly terrifying.

Mi Feng had designated Zhang Hao as the chairman, so the people being recruited were all below the general manager level.

Just as he finished reading, Cheng Yuan knocked and entered. "President Zhang..." he said, turning to gesture, "Please, President Zhang is inside."

Zhang Hao remained seated, watching a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses enter. His hair was neatly combed, though his scalp was thinning slightly. His eyes were small but sharp, exuding an elite aura. He wore a perfectly pressed suit, giving a comfortable impression.

"Please, sit!"

Zhang Hao stood up, shook his hand, and invited him to sit.

"I apologize, this place is a bit rudimentary."

Cheng Yuan fetched a bottle of mineral water from the side and placed it next to Wu Renbao before stepping out.

As they shook hands, Wu Renbao said, "President Zhang, I am Wu Renbao." He then sat down.

Mi Feng had already communicated extensively with him online under Zhang Hao's name, so he wasn't here to apply but to start working.

Zhang Hao glanced at his phone and said, "Manager Wu, from now on, you will be the General Manager of Qiao Toubao Company. Today, you will preside over the recruitment."

Wu Renbao nodded, "Chairman, no problem, I'll handle it."

Following this, applicants continued to arrive one after another. Wu Renbao already had a large amount of applicant data provided by Mi Feng, which Mi Feng had given him days ago, and even Zhang Hao didn't have it. Of course, Zhang Hao didn't care; he was simply following Mi Feng's instructions and didn't want to overstep.

Frankly, Mi Feng was the one truly in charge. Zhang Hao was a partner, and Wu Renbao was a first-level agent, with company directors being second-level agents. Zhang Hao was quite satisfied with this arrangement. If he were truly in charge of a company, his abilities would be entirely insufficient. Being a puppet wasn't bad at all.

The recruitment fair continued until 5 PM. The positions of Financial Director, HR Director, Administrative Director, and others were filled, with over twenty people hired.

As they prepared to leave, Zhang Hao looked at his phone and chuckled. "Manager Wu, you'll be in charge of the company from now on. If anything comes up, just communicate via phone. You'll be responsible for everything in the company. Oh, and the funds have been transferred. You'll also need to apply for the company license, and... the company will be equipped with four vehicles, one of which will be specifically for your use."

"Lastly, I'll be working from home. Don't bother me unless it's a major issue."

All of this was relayed to Zhang Hao by Mi Feng via phone, and he was simply repeating it.

Wu Renbao felt very comfortable. He could see that Zhang Hao had no intention of interfering with daily management, which significantly reduced his pressure. "Understood, Chairman. I'll get started on it tomorrow."