Pei Qian counted the reason for a rise in salary off his fingers one by one, leaving Huang Sibo completely stunned.
This reverse negotiation had truly dazzled him.
A monthly salary of 4.000 yuan?
That was double what he had anticipated!
Was there something wrong with President Pei's head?
Or was this simply how wealthy people acted?
Huang Sibo opened his mouth, hesitating for a long moment before finally nodding. "Y-yeah, that's fine."
Pei Qian smiled warmly. "Don't worry. As a new employee, your salary is relatively low to start. But as long as you work hard, you'll have opportunities to raise your salary every month."
Salary raises as well?
Huang Sibo felt like he was dreaming.
"Great, it's happily settled then!" Pei Qian stood up. "Remember to come in and start working the day after tomorrow. Tengda Network Technology Co., Ltd warmly welcomes you!"
…
After the receptionist saw Huang Sibo out, Pei Qian was in high spirits.
Another perfectly suitable employee recruited—wonderful!
The moment Huang Sibo had sat down, Pei Qian immediately recognized he was exactly the type of employee he needed.
Not particularly smart, but diligent and willing to work hard.
A perfect candidate!
As for the monthly salary of 4.000 yuan, it was entirely reasonable—so reasonable that even the system wouldn't find fault with it.
Unlike the previous applicant, that Mr. Liu—the supposed lead game designer—who completely failed to meet his criteria.
Thinking carefully, Pei Qian began to write down interview comments on the two résumés.
On Mr. Liu's résumé, he wrote:
"Rich experience, but rigid thinking. Too traditional and lacking in innovation. Sees making games purely as a job, lacking passion. Unsuitable for developing innovative games. Rejected."
On Huang Sibo's résumé, he wrote:
"Young candidate with lively thinking, still passionate about games, diligent and hardworking. Offered a monthly salary of 4.000 yuan to ensure a basic standard of living."
After finishing his comments, Pei Qian felt very satisfied.
The system would probably find no flaws in this arrangement.
At this pace, success was inevitable!
…
A week passed quickly.
It was Friday again.
Pei Qian lay on the sofa in the lounge, feeling slightly bloated from all the tea he'd been drinking. The tea's energizing effects prevented him from enjoying an afternoon nap.
The company's air conditioning maintained the perfect temperature. Wearing his five-figure suit, Pei Qian rolled over comfortably on the sofa, utterly content.
When he'd first worn this suit, he had constantly reminded himself he was literally wearing stacks of bright red bills.
But now, the suit felt no different from any ordinary set of clothes.
After all, Xin Hailu would regularly drop by his apartment, pack up his worn clothes, and send them to be dry-cleaned. Whether he wore the clothes once or a hundred times, they'd return as good as new.
Since that was the case, there was no reason to hold back—he could wear the clothes freely!
If he wore them out, he'd simply buy new ones.
Pei Qian felt himself becoming increasingly extravagant.
Recently, he rarely returned to his dormitory. After experiencing the comfort of a two-bedroom apartment, he couldn't stand spending even a single minute back in that pigeon cage of a six-person dorm room.
His classmates vaguely knew he was busy with a startup but weren't particularly interested.
For one, schoolwork was heavy, and as freshmen, they were still fascinated by campus life and attractive senior girls—making money wasn't yet a strong motivator.
Additionally, since Pei Qian didn't boast about his startup, his classmates didn't believe he'd succeed anyway.
Every year, a handful of students would leave campus to start businesses, but almost all of them returned eventually, defeated and discouraged.
Entrepreneurship promised high returns—but most could only experience its high risks.
Even experienced industry insiders with connections and years of experience could easily lose everything when they tried starting businesses, let alone a broke student without any background like himself.
Of course, Pei Qian didn't feel the need to explain his situation to his classmates.
He was having the time of his life!
Entrepreneurship was indeed incredibly risky—practically a path of no return. But what if he'd set out specifically to fail from the beginning?
If his goal in starting a business was precisely to fail spectacularly, wouldn't that make his objective incredibly easy to achieve?
Look at that—just a shift in perspective, and his seemingly bleak life suddenly overflowed with joy.
…
Over the past week, Pei Qian's newly hired "excellent" employees had started arriving one by one, including people like Bao Xu and Huang Sibo.
Pei Qian counted carefully.
He'd planned to take his time and fill all thirty positions slowly, spreading the hiring process over a full month. But now, recruitment was moving way faster than he'd imagined.
Perhaps it was because all the other gaming companies in Jingzhou were simply too exploitative.
The smaller the city, the more exploitative its gaming companies tended to be.
In major cities like Beijing, Shanghai, or Guangzhou, gaming companies were everywhere. Employees could easily jump ship whenever they were unhappy, forcing companies to treat employees decently out of fear of losing talent.
But Jingzhou was different.
There were only a handful of gaming companies here, and the bosses probably all knew each other personally. They might even regularly have drinks together. If an employee got unhappy in one company and wanted to leave, they had to think carefully about their next step. Where else could they go?
In Beijing or Shanghai, it was easy enough to find another job. Even if it took some time, if one lowered expectations slightly, finding a tolerable position was guaranteed.
But in Jingzhou? There were barely any choices at all. And since the bosses knew each other, offending one boss could mean no one else would hire you either.
Under these circumstances, many company owners shamelessly exploited their staff. Huang Sibo was a perfect example—someone who had been pushed to the limit by his previous boss.
That meant plenty of local talents were nursing pent-up frustrations.
When a new company suddenly popped up, many would rush to try their luck, regardless of how reliable that new company seemed.
Of course, Pei Qian's exceptionally low hiring standards also probably played a part.
So, within just a week, out of the original 30 positions, only 6 vacancies remained.
And given their current team, they could probably start development right away.
Pei Qian wasn't too anxious about exactly when to start the project.
If they hadn't recruited enough people, delaying was understandable—the system wouldn't have any complaints.
But now, the team was nearly complete, stalling further might seem inappropriate.
Just as Pei Qian was pondering this, someone knocked on the lounge door.
"Come in."
At this point, the only ones who would come knocking were either Assistant Xin or Ma Yang.
Sure enough, Ma Yang pushed the door open and walked in.
"Come, come, have some tea," Pei Qian gestured lazily from his comfortable, Ge You-style recline on the sofa.
Ma Yang carefully lifted the pure silver teacup and took a small sip. The tea tasted fresh, clear, and fragrant, leaving a lasting aftertaste.
Though he knew nothing about tea, this one simply tasted expensive.
Like the rich fragrance of crisp banknotes.
"Brother Qian, your efficiency is unbelievable! Just a few days, and everything is almost settled."
"How's the recruitment process going? Smoothly?" Ma Yang asked with genuine interest
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