Five-star talent! I'm determined to hire this employee!

Afternoon.

Qingchi Research Institute.

Several researchers sat in the Cultural Auditorium with complicated expressions. It was a familiar place. Yesterday, Xu Can just announced the merger with Tengsheng, and today he came to the door.

So efficient?

No one was mentally prepared.

Song Jiang stood on the stage, scanning the golden four-star and five-star employees below. Unlike Ji Ziping and You Yao, who were born with talents, the people below.

Each of them reached level 8 in professional level and was rated as a high-star talent by the system.

I have to say that I almost drooled.

"Ahem!"

"Everyone, we are a family from now on."

"Fuck family!!"

I don't know who threw an empty mineral water bottle onto the stage. Song Jiang dodged it quickly. Du Xi next to him changed his expression and looked coldly at an old man in the audience.

Xu Can, who was staying in the backstage, stood up with a layer of cold sweat on his forehead.

Mr. Zhuang? !

I can't explain if you do this!

Everyone was observing Song Jiang's expression. He frowned slightly, then relaxed his brows and asked politely.

"Old man, do you have anything to ask?"

"Humph!" The old man snorted coldly, "You young man, you have a bad heart! Qingchi will never give it to you!!"

"How do you know I have a bad heart? Who knows, my heart is red."

Song Jiang smiled, the old man was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted and cursed: "Bullshit! I don't know what you guys are thinking!!"

"Then tell me what I'm thinking?"

The question was thrown out, and the old man was stunned for a moment.

"You, just use the guise of buying a research institute, and then you don't do this project, you don't do that project, and you force the old man to retreat!"

The more the old man talked, the more confident he became, "You guys think I don't understand because I'm old! I heard the last time you wanted to acquire! Lay off some young and old people with no experience, and don't pay pensions!"

Don't pay pensions? !

As soon as this was said, the whole audience was in an uproar. You know, most of the people present were people in their 40s and 50s who were about to retire.

If the pension is really not paid, then their future will be unsecured!

"No, this won't work!"

"What Mr. Zhuang said, is it possible? It shouldn't be."

"I've heard that other research institutes seem to have this saying, saying that the retirement expenses of retired people are too high and will drive people away."

While the discussion was going on, Xu Can in the backstage couldn't help but step forward. He felt that he should host it now.

At this moment, the young man on the stage laughed.

The light laughter accompanied by the microphone drowned the whole audience, covering up everyone's discussion.

"I say - old man."

"You look down on me too much?"

Everyone couldn't help but look up at him, and saw the smiling eyes of the young man on the stage.

"I, I won't do this unprofitable business!"

"If you are laid off, who will do research and development for me? Retirement is shit, my biggest hope is that you don't retire!"

Ah?

Before everyone could digest the meaning, Song Jiang walked forward a few steps, stood on the edge of the stage, and waved at the old man, "This 62-year-old has been employed, right? You have reached retirement age a long time ago, why are you still refusing to leave?"

The old man blushed, "What are you talking about, kid? What do you mean by refusing to leave! I am happy to stay in the institute!!"

"Good! That's great!" Song Jiang couldn't help clapping his hands, "I just like employees like you!"

"Everyone, don't worry! My biggest hope is that when you are 60 years old, don't rush to go back to enjoy your life, and continue to stay in research and development!"

"You!" The old man was speechless for a while.

How could there be such a young man? !

"You just stay in the institute! The salary will be paid, and if you are sick, I will reimburse you for going to the hospital."

"Think about it, you have retired, and I have to re-employ you, how troublesome it is!" Song Jiang smiled at the shocked researchers below.

"I don't have many hobbies."

"My biggest hobby is to spend money to watch people work. Come on, Duxi, show these people how rich I am."

With these heroic words, Duxi pushed a cart covered with red cloth, and the cart stopped on the stage, and the red cloth was lifted.

The pupils of the people in the audience dilated.

How heavy is 100 million RMB stacked together?

1.15 cubic meters.

The space occupied is only 1.19 cubic meters.

The red cube was quietly displayed in front of everyone.

"Here is 100 million."

"Hu——"

There were so many heavy breathing sounds, and the young people in the audience could hardly hold back, and they reflexively wanted to take out their mobile phones to take pictures.

Oh my god!

Have you seen 100 million? !

I have seen it now! !

"Is 100 million more?"

A slow voice sounded, and countless people shouted in their hearts.

A lot! Too fucking much! !

No matter what age group people are in, it is hard to resist the charm of pure money, or they may never make so much money in their lifetime!

"I have heard a saying that knowledge is money."

"But I have studied for more than ten years and have never seen money for class. So, everyone, is knowledge money?"

"Knowledge can create money." Someone in the audience dared to say this.

There was a burst of laughter, and Song Jiang applauded.

"Then how much money do you think your knowledge can create?"

As soon as this was said, the audience could not help but ponder.

Knowledge brings them their current identity, work, and future possibilities.

So actually – how much can it actually create?

"It's hard to calculate, it's just fiction." Someone whispered.

"It's not easy to calculate? I do have a way to calculate it."

Song Jiang has sharp ears, or in other words, he has been prepared for it.

"This!" He raised his voice and extended his hand to invite the old man in the audience, "Are you 62 this year?"

The old man snorted, with a little suspicion and vigilance in his eyes.

"What are you doing! I've retired!"

"You can't do research after you retire?" a joke said, "If you can't calculate knowledge, then use age to calculate it!"

"Du Xi, show this 62-year-old man how rich I am."

"good."

Du Xi responded and saw him turn around and pick up a stack of red banknotes on the cart and start counting, "1, 2, 3..." As the stacks of red banknotes were held in his arms.

Everyone seemed to realize something, and their eyes widened.

It’s impossible—

Could it be?

"62."

The neat piles of RMB suddenly fell to the audience.

The sound was deep and muffled.

Everyone couldn't take their eyes away. The old man looked at Song Jiang and then at the banknotes.

"Are you too old to move?"

With these light words, the old man blushed: "What do you mean? You want to use money to insult!!"

"Well, okay, then I'll insult you."

"You! You!" The old man shook his hands and finally snorted!

"Leave it here, I'll move it later."

"That won't work, there's still a queue behind you." Song Jiang tugged on his tie, "I feel like you all deserve to be insulted by me!"

"call--"

At this moment, everyone was breathing rapidly and their eyes were bloodshot.

Come on!

Despite the insult! !