In his previous life, Li Ping had seen it on the news.
Some companies excelled at working their female employees like men and their male employees like beasts, leaving them riddled with ailments while still young. Some even dropped dead at their posts.
When something like that happened, both the company and the individual lost out.
With that in mind, some clever people came up with two solutions.
First, make extensive use of outsourced temporary workers. If an outsourced worker dropped dead, it had nothing to do with the company.
Second, once employees got older-say, past thirty-five-and their physical capabilities declined, making them less useful as beasts of burden and more likely to die suddenly, pressure them all into resigning.
As for treating employees well and improving their working conditions, that was out of the question.
Things were different at the White-Gathering Pavilion. Li Ping spent years at a time in seclusion and simply had no time to oversee the two elderly cultivators' work, nor did he impose any performance targets on them.
Their daily duties were therefore quite leisurely, with little pressure.
But others did not know that. If they passed away in the White-Gathering Pavilion, it would inevitably invite criticism of both the pavilion and Li Ping.
That was precisely why the two elderly cultivators had volunteered to resign. They were grateful for the care Li Ping had shown them over the past thirty-odd years and did not want to cause him trouble.
Thinking of this, Li Ping smiled and nodded. "All right. I accept your resignations."
"Thank you, Senior," the two elderly cultivators said in trembling voices, though a trace of desolation lingered in both their eyes.
They had worked at the White-Gathering Pavilion for more than thirty years. Now that their resignations had been accepted and