"Qingcheng International, that famous company in Tianhai City, known for its outstanding employee benefits, minimum wages of five thousand, various subsidies, and annual bonuses over tens of thousands?" The middle-aged man looked shocked and spoke incredulously.
"Is my company really that good?" Liu Yuxi was surprised that even retired special forces knew about her company and couldn't help feeling a bit proud.
"Yes, many people want to go there."
"So, will you go?"
"Benefactor, you've treated me with such great kindness, and now you're being so nice to me, I feel somewhat indebted."
"Saving you was a small effort; offering you a job in the company is because we value your character. Plus, don't you want to repay the kindness? Just work hard at Qingcheng International, understand?" Mu Chen said seriously.
"I understand, benefactor, I understand, I'll go."
