The air seemed to freeze for a second.
Money is a sensitive topic; when it's brought up, people start to think differently.
Qiao Dongyang felt the change in emotions across the faces in the room, gave a slight smile, and quickly added.
"Don't worry, I'll ensure everyone's basic needs are met, you just focus on your work..."
"Mr. Qiao—" a young man sitting to the left of Professor Yan suddenly interrupted him.
Glancing at his colleagues, he spoke with a hint of annoyance, "We all understand the company is going through hard times, but Mr. Qiao also needs to understand our difficulties. Life moves so fast in Shen City, food, clothing, housing, transportation—what isn't essential? To be honest, I have to pay my mortgage, car loan, raise my child, support my parents... Just these expenses are enough to suffocate me. If my income decreases, I fear I won't be able to focus on my work."
"Cao Nuo!" Professor Yan suddenly barked.
