It was already well past midnight when we left Seventh Master's home.
We had found Du Yuwei's child and sent him on to reincarnate, fulfilling one of her wishes.
But we still couldn't find An Ning and had no idea how she was doing, so I was still a little worried.
The next day, we went to the shop very early. Several applicants were coming in for interviews.
Meng Yifan interviewed them himself, and the interviews took a long time.
After everyone had been interviewed, Meng Yifan came out of the office, sighing heavily. Apparently, none of the applicants wanted to stay.
"Why are young people these days all so superstitious? They're worse than my dad."
"What's so unlucky about someone having died here? From ancient times to now, where on this land hasn't someone died?"
Meng Yifan felt helpless and troubled.
The shop was short-staffed, and everyone working there was exhausted.
Now that business was gradually picking up, we needed to fill out our staffing roles.
We needed not only salespeople but also people in charge of promotion, both online and offline.
We also needed someone specifically to accompany clients through the paperwork and ownership transfers. After all, we were a small, unknown shop. If we wanted good sales figures, we had to provide proper service and satisfy our clients in every respect. All they had to do was pay, and we would handle all the paperwork for them.
Song Xiaotian suggested going straight to the job market to recruit. With more applicants, we were bound to find at least one staunch materialist.
While we were discussing it, a girl suddenly walked into the shop.
When I looked up and saw her, I stared, then sprang to my feet.
For that instant, it was as though I were seeing