The twin sisters at the reception desk indeed had the intended effect. As soon as Huang Sibo walked in, he was utterly stunned.
A company capable of hiring receptionists like these twins couldn't possibly be short on money, right?
Impossible!
Too bad the company's hiring standards were incredibly high; he probably wouldn't make it.
Otherwise, how prestigious would it be to casually mention to others that you worked at a company located in the Shenhua Luxury Mansion, where they even hire a pair of beautiful twin sisters in the front desk?
Huang Sibo glanced further inside, examining the workspace.
His shock continued!
Each desk was enormous!
Did this place pay no rent or something? Why else would the desks be spaced so far apart?
You could practically play badminton here!
Each workstation had two huge, high-end monitors that looked extremely expensive.
Beside the floor-to-ceiling windows, a neat row of expensive-looking plants stood, meticulously cared for by an auntie.
Huang Sibo felt like he'd stepped into an idol drama.
Only companies in dramas looked like this.
He'd never seen anything like it in real life.
But again, it was a shame; this company had very high requirements. He probably wouldn't qualify.
At the reception, Huang Sibo resigned himself to at least go through the motions and provided his name.
"Please wait a moment; I'll notify the interviewer immediately."
The receptionist on the left smiled warmly. Her customer service was 100%, and the healing effect was also 100%.
"Please follow me."
With a sweet smile, the receptionist stood up and led Huang Sibo inside.
Unexpectedly, the company felt strangely empty, with very few people around.
In situations like this, one might instinctively worry they'd encountered scammers.
But looking at the setup, Huang Sibo dismissed that thought.
Scammers wouldn't spend this much money!
Even scammers must consider return on investment—how many people would they have to fool to break even on all this lavish decoration?
Clearly, these people genuinely had money to burn.
It must be a newly founded company by some wealthy tycoon riding the wave of cloud gaming popularity.
Huang Sibo felt he'd uncovered the truth.
When they reached the meeting room, a young man was sitting on the sofa inside.
He had refined features and was impeccably dressed in an expensive-looking suit.
Huang Sibo instantly felt self-conscious.
The suit appeared even more expensive than what he'd seen on investment bankers before.
He couldn't even estimate the price; it was beyond his imagination anyway.
Previously, Huang Sibo had attended several game company interviews, all rather casual.
Interviewers typically wore shorts and tank tops, dragged straight from their desks at the last minute.
But here was different—this interviewer clearly wasn't ordinary.
Huang Sibo grew nervous.
"You must be Huang Sibo. Have a seat. I'm Pei Qian, President of Tengda Network Technology Co., Ltd."
The young man stood and shook Huang Sibo's hand.
Huang Sibo was overwhelmed and slightly trembling, "Hello, President Pei."
"Relax, just chatting casually. Come, have some tea," Pei Qian said lightly, sliding a pure silver cup toward Huang Sibo.
Huang Sibo stared at the casually placed pure silver tea set, unable to guess its worth.
He'd never seen Pei Qian before, but it didn't stop him from imagining.
He's young, refined, and handsome!
He has two massively successful games under his belt!
Moreover, seeing how casually Pei Qian handled the pure silver cup, it wasn't something he was pretending—he genuinely didn't care about money!
In President Pei's eyes, the silver tea set was probably no different from a disposable plastic cup.
This instinctively made Huang Sibo feel uneasy.
"Briefly tell me about your work experience," Pei Qian said with a gentle smile.
Huang Sibo felt his heart racing and mouth turning dry.
Still, he tried to suppress his nervousness and roughly outlined his résumé.
He stumbled several times, making a few embarrassing slip-ups, which only increased his anxiety.
Pei Qian quietly sipped his tea, listening with a faint, unreadable smile.
Huang Sibo's heart sank.
He was finished. Clearly, his résumé was terrible, and President Pei was inwardly mocking him!
He must be laughing at his arrogance—how could someone like him dare apply here?
Huang Sibo's face flushed slightly. After forcing himself through the self-introduction, he desperately wanted to run out of the room immediately.
"Very good."
After listening, Pei Qian nodded with a smile.
Very good?
Huang Sibo nearly thought he'd misheard.
Was that sarcasm?
He had spent half a year at his previous company, essentially doing menial tasks under Old Liu's supervision—purely basic physical work.
His résumé might as well have been blank.
And yet, President Pei said "very good"?
What did that mean? Was President Pei mocking him?
Huang Sibo was unsure how to respond.
Seeing Huang Sibo's awkward expression, Pei Qian realized the misunderstanding and quickly clarified:
"What I meant is, your qualifications perfectly match our company's requirements. When can you start?"
"Huh? Um… the day after tomorrow?"
Huang Sibo blurted out a random date.
For someone as insignificant as himself, resigning was a trivial matter—he could leave anytime without complicated procedures.
"Excellent. Come to work the day after tomorrow. Finish your resignation procedures, and we'll sign the official employment contract."
"Now, regarding salary—what are your expectations?" asked Pei Qian.
Salary…
At his previous company, Huang Sibo had earned the minimum salary of just 1,500 yuan a month, without any social insurance or housing fund contributions.
That was barely enough for him to survive, leaving no room for savings.
Honestly, just being able to work here with such a luxurious environment would already feel like a huge win.
As for salary, matching his previous one would be fine.
Yet, Huang Sibo thought, after changing jobs, surely his salary should go up slightly?
After all, he did have half a year of experience now. Adding 400 yuan wouldn't be too greedy, would it?
So… maybe an even 2,000?
Just thinking about that number made him feel he was being overly ambitious.
But the question had been asked.
Huang Sibo tentatively said, "If it's two thousand yuan per month… would that be acceptable? Rest assured, President Pei, I'll be diligent, hard-working, and never complain about overtime!"
Pei Qian sighed slightly and shook his head.
Huang Sibo's heart dropped.
Did he ask for too much?
Well… perhaps it was indeed too much…
Huang Sibo mentally braced himself for a lower counteroffer, just hoping it wouldn't drop below his current salary.
Pei Qian began counting on his fingers, "Let me break down the numbers for you."
Huang Sibo nervously swallowed, nodding. He knew this was a classic tactic for negotiating lower pay.
Pei Qian carefully chose his words.
"In Jingzhou, renting an apartment costs at least 1,000 yuan per month, right?"
"Eating—daily meals plus occasional treats—at least cost you 800 yuan a month, right? Even college students spend more than that!"
"You probably buy two or three new clothing items monthly—your salary needs an increase of 300 yuan at least, right?"
"Considering the water, electricity, gas, and miscellaneous daily expenses—let's add another 200 yuan to your salary, it's not unreasonable."
"Transportation costs from your home to here would make you need to spend 100 yuan per month at minimum."
"If you have a girlfriend, you'll probably buy her makeup or gifts for special occasions, that alone also cost you at least 300 yuan."
"As a young person, you can't live paycheck to paycheck—you should put aside at least 500 yuan in savings, right?"
"Add all that up, and you're already over 3,000 yuan, after taxes."
"Our company strictly complies with national policies, fully contributing to your social insurance and housing fund. Factoring this in, you'd need at least a pre-tax salary of about 3,500 yuan to maintain a basic standard of living!"
"Plus, we've committed to offering salaries to our employees higher than industry average. Adding another 500 yuan is totally reasonable."
"So, how does 4,000 yuan a month sound?"
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