Zhang Wei, drenched in cold sweat, walked down from the pavilion.
Circumnavigating the rockery, he quickly returned to his office.
Opening the booklet approved by Yunxi, he felt even worse, because on the page with his information, Yunxi had set a certain number of points he had to achieve to continue as the steward; if he failed, the next person who achieved it could replace him.
This was a blow; everyone employed in Zhenyuan, including the cook, could become the steward as long as they had enough points.
Zhang Wei thought of the cup of coffee Qiao Yi had just prepared for him, feeling bitter inside.
He made a phone call, gathering all the servants into the small conference room to convey Yunxi's intentions to them.
Originally, he thought everyone would complain like him, but instead, he saw pairs of wolf-like, bright eyes staring directly at him, each eager to try, wishing to replace him!
After Yunxi completed this task, he went to work at the group.
