Behind the wide office desk, Jiang Yun was buried in a thick stack of résumés, writing and marking things down.
Hearing movement, she looked up and saw it was Fang Cheng and Lin Chuqiao, and immediately stood up.
"Chairman, Sister Lin."
Jiang Yun's form of address switched automatically in private, her tone crisp and capable, clearly already fully adapted to the work here.
Fang Cheng waved his hand, signaling her to sit down:
"How's the recruitment progressing?"
"According to Sister Lin's instructions, we're speeding up the screening for the front-facing sales staff and admin/logistics positions."
Jiang Yun picked up a report and handed it over, explaining:
"But the people who meet our covert screening standards—retired personnel or talents with special Skills that we can absorb into the organization's outer circle—are still being scouted through headhunting firms. It'll take a bit of time."
"No rush, better short than shoddy."
