By the time he had sent Gao Jingchuan and the others on their way, it was already noon.
Shen Bing went to the company's Restaurant. This enormous Restaurant was open to all employees and could accommodate five thousand people at once—buffet-style, of course.
The food served here was truly authentic. The Restaurant employed thirty nationally certified first-class chefs, along with three special first-class chefs who headed its three main kitchens and supplied meals for the entire Restaurant.
At present, Phantom Immortal Technology's headquarters had fewer than five thousand employees, so practically everyone could eat in a single sitting.
But the company was still expanding. Who knew when its workforce would exceed five thousand? Even reaching ten thousand was entirely possible.
Perhaps they would have to stagger meal times by then.
That was a matter for the future. Upon arriving at the Restaurant, Shen Bing headed straight into a private dining room.
This was where the company's senior management ate, including Shen Bing himself.
It wasn't that Shen Bing wanted special treatment or some sort of hierarchy. This arrangement served a practical purpose.
After all, he rarely came to the office. Using mealtimes to talk with the other executives helped him keep on top of work, didn't it?
Although they had a separate dining area, they ate the same food as everyone else. There was no special treatment in that regard, nor any need for it.
When Shen Bing entered, he saw a host of familiar faces, including Wang Sheng, Yuan Yi, and Zhang Zi'an.
They knew he was at the office today, so they had all been waiting for him.
Over lunch, Wang Sheng and the others reported on their recent work through casual conversation. People in Huaxia certainly had a habit of discussing business at the dinner table, and