When Yang Jian saw this group of people, he had no intention of leaving.
He chose to make contact with them.
Because he shouldn't have been afraid of trouble. Trouble should have been afraid of him.
"A salary of 1.2 million a year—that's a high-paying job. Even senior executives at ordinary companies might not make that much." Yang Jian's eyes lit up.
"Then it's settled. Transfer the money to me, and I'll join your company immediately."
Seeing his excited expression, Wu Feng couldn't help treating him like some rookie who had just entered society.
"That won't be a problem. But before you join the company, there's one more thing you need to do. You recognize this box, don't you?" He then pulled out a photograph.
The photograph showed a golden box.
It was the same style as Yan Li's.
"This item was originally in Yan Li's possession. After he came out of the mall, he should have handed it over to you. Our company is looking for it. If you can produce it, I'm willing to buy it for ten million over market value."
"I'm an honest businessman, so I won't hide it from you. This thing is made of gold and is worth more than 2.4 million. If I give you ten million, you'll make a huge profit."
"What do you think?"
Yang Jian said, "Yan Li did give it to me. He asked me to hold onto it for a few days, but it's gone now."
"Gone? How did it disappear?" Wu Feng immediately pressed.
"I handed it in."
Yang Jian said, "I heard I could trade it in for the position of city supervisor. It's an official post, so I donated it without hesitation. Someone even praised my noble character. It made me happy for two or