Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 210 - 166: The Walking Half Million (Double-Length)
It’s not that his hearing is bad, but it’s genuinely challenging to associate the person in front of him, who weighs at least 300 pounds and is about to burst out of his suit, with the name "Xie Mengmeng."
"Yes." Xie Mengmeng smiled awkwardly and took a resume out of his bag, handing it over. "Here’s my resume."
Qi Yun forced a slight smile on his face, trying to appear kinder: "Alright, let me have a look."
Xie Mengmeng.
Gender: Male.
Age: 28 years old.
Graduated from the Swiss Federal Institute of Technology Zurich.
Work experience: Sanstone Koala...
After reading the information on the resume, Qi Yun was taken aback.
Zurich Polytechnic University, that’s a bona fide top ten global university, far beyond those overseas unknown colleges.
And looking at this work experience, Sanstone Koala is one of the largest e-commerce platforms in the country. Ever since it was acquired by that person, it has taken off directly.
No wonder Peng Fei said the other party is quite capable. Now it seems that in terms of both external and internal attributes, indeed they are very competent... 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
Qi Yun raised his head, looking back at the other party, and cleared his throat, saying: "I have a question, from your resume, it seems you don’t need to worry about work, right?"
"Why did you choose to interview at our newly established small company?"
Upon mentioning this, Xie Mengmeng smiled awkwardly again: "There are two reasons, I’m from Jiang Province, my parents are old and don’t want me to go too far."
"And then there’s my high salary demand, plus my appearance, leading several companies who interviewed me to be unwilling to hire me."
Qi Yun nodded, expressing understanding. He could feel the sincerity in the other’s words. Watching the person continuously wipe sweat, he held back his laughter and said, "Why don’t you take off your suit, you look quite uncomfortable."
"We don’t care about those external things here, just ability."
Xie Mengmeng showed a trace of delight on his face, smiled gratefully at Qi Yun, then stood up, struggling to take off the tight suit, revealing the white shirt soaked with sweat beneath.
After sitting down again, he appeared significantly more relaxed.
"Let me tell you about our company..." After a brief introduction, Qi Yun continued, "So in the coming period, we’re mainly working with friends from Da’e, though we might explore other markets in the future."
"Do you speak Russian?"
Liu Mingming quickly replied: "Yes, besides English and Russian, I’m also proficient in German, Spanish..."
Qi Yun nodded silently, is this the difference between ordinary people and geniuses? No wonder someone like him can get into Zurich Polytechnic University.
He then asked several questions related to the business, to which Xie Mengmeng provided some unique insights, making Qi Yun very pleased.
"What are your thoughts on the salary?"
Upon hearing this, Liu Mengmeng straightened up slightly and earnestly said, "I expect a monthly salary of no less than forty thousand yuan."
Qi Yun pondered briefly. A forty thousand yuan salary, factoring in social insurance and housing funds, would cost nearly fifty thousand. In Jiang Province, there aren’t many companies that can afford such high salaries.
But as long as the person truly has the ability, the value they could create would be far beyond fifty thousand, so he’s willing to pay this amount.
"No problem, we’ll set it at forty thousand for now. If you perform well, I’ll give you a raise!"
Xie Mengmeng was all smiles at Qi Yun’s straightforwardness: "Thank you... uh, I forgot to ask your name?"
"I’m Qi Yun."
"Thank you, President Qi! I’ll work hard so you won’t be disappointed!"
Qi Yun stood up and patted his shoulder: "Alright, you can go back for now. When the new office location is ready tomorrow, I’ll have someone inform you to complete the onboarding process."
"Okay." Xie Mengmeng quickly stood up, bowed slightly in gratitude to Qi Yun, then carefully packed his things and turned to leave.
His rotund body even slightly turned to pass through the door frame smoothly...
Shortly after the other party left, Qi Yun received a call from Chen Wei.
"Peng Fei just left earlier. I listened from a distance and he seems to want to sell a batch of clothes to that foreigner," Chen Wei said on the phone.
Qi Yun paused and replied, "Okay, I got it. Keep following that foreigner."
After hanging up, he let out a long sigh.
About half an hour later, Peng Fei returned.
"Did the interviewee arrive? How was it?"
Qi Yun looked up at Peng Fei and nodded slightly: "He came, a very capable person. We’ve already negotiated with him, a monthly salary of forty thousand, and tomorrow when the new office location is settled, he’ll complete the onboarding process."
Peng Fei raised his eyebrows, looking a bit surprised: "Forty thousand? Wow, I guessed his salary demand wouldn’t be low, but I didn’t expect it to be so high."
Qi Yun chuckled, patting his shoulder: "Whether he’s worth that much, you’ll find out after some time."
Saying that, he walked to the sofa, sat down, picked up the cup of water on the table, and continued: "How’s it going on your side? Did you reach an agreement?"
Peng Fei showed a hint of helplessness, too, as he sat on the sofa with a sigh: "Ay, that Indian is tough on the pricing. I almost wore out my tongue and only settled part of it."
"But being able to handle part of it is better than having it all go to waste in my hands."
Qi Yun nodded, handing him a cigarette, casually asking: "Do you have any details about that Indian person?"
Peng Fei took the cigarette, lit it, exhaled smoke rings slowly, and frowned: "We’ve worked together a few times before. As for details, besides knowing he’s in garment import and export, I don’t know much else."
"Why the sudden interest?"
Qi Yun sat up straight, flicked the ash of his cigarette, and smiled: "Nothing much, just random curiosity."
"I saw a video online last night, saying some foreigners disguise themselves as businessmen to do business here, with their real identity being spies, here to develop local contacts."
With that, he closely observed Peng Fei, monitoring any change in his expression.
Peng Fei rolled his eyes at him: "Like hell a near-bankrupt clothing factory would attract a spy organization, have me make uniforms for them?"
Qi Yun laughed heartily: "Alright, carry on, I’ll be off." With that, he extinguished his cigarette butt and left.
From his observations just now, and his years of understanding of Peng Fei, he’s certain the other wasn’t lying, and genuinely didn’t know the identity of the Indian person.
In this case, he had no more concerns.
After leaving the clothing factory, Qi Yun called Zhang Dayong to find out he was in his office. He stopped a taxi heading straight to the New District’s Public Security Bureau.
In the office, Zhang Dayong poured a cup of tea and handed it over, asking: "What brought you here today? Do you need something from me?"
Qi Yun took the cup and, seeing the bloodshot eyes of the other, asked instead of answering: "Didn’t sleep these past few days? What happened?"
Zhang Dayong rubbed his temples, looking weary. He instinctively glanced towards the door and then sighed: "I’ve been in a tough situation lately. The incident at the teahouse last time put me under surveillance."
Qi Yun’s smile vanished upon hearing this.
They had met at the teahouse together twice - once asking him to find Shi Feng to introduce a master in bronze artifact replicas, and the other time discussing the New District’s Public Security Bureau’s project bidding.
It was clearly the former he was referring to.
If it was merely about disclosing bidding information, it wouldn’t count as something serious, and he wasn’t the one who won the bid for that project either.
With this in mind, Qi Yun leaned forward slightly, showing a hint of concern, and quietly asked: "What’s the situation?"
