Clutching the three heavy sets of keys, Wang Xiaoliang felt as though he held not metal, but an entire blazing future. He did not rush to celebrate, nor did he linger too long in the sweetness of being with Wei Zijin.
His immediate priority was to look over the three shops.
He made a quick tour of all three.
Their locations were excellent, each occupying a key spot in a different residential area. The previous owners of two had clearly invested heavily: both were beautifully fitted out, with floor tiles and walls that still looked new.
Only one looked a little dated, but that would not prevent it from opening.
Most importantly, all three shops had electrical wiring, plumbing, and even internet cables already in place. That saved so much trouble.
Once again, he grasped the deeper meaning of fishing in troubled waters.
The fish here were ready for the taking.
Standing in the middle of the last shop, Wang Xiaoliang surveyed his surroundings, his mind racing through calculations.
In managing people, begin with doubt; wait until their work is done.
This was a new beginning, and a new beginning in employing people, too.
Naturally, he should begin with doubt.
He called Zhou Qiang.
"Brother Qiang, I've looked at the shops. They're all good."
"Good. Get moving and open on schedule. Don't break our promise."
"I want to install surveillance cameras covering every angle in all three shops. That'll mean adding to the budget," Wang Xiaoliang said, getting straight to his idea.
There was a brief silence on the other end before Zhou Qiang asked, "Aren't the managers all people you found yourself? Don't you trust them?"
"It's not that I don't trust them," Wang Xiaoliang explained. "We should still be careful as we go. I don't trust anyone, myself