After Qi Sheng left Fang Yu's room, his steps grew quicker. He didn't even make a call and went straight to the kitchen, startling the busy chefs.
"Qi, President Qi?!"
While the others were still bewildered, the head chef quickly approached him.
"Why are you here?"
"Prepare a table of dishes, just like the quality from last year's annual party, fill the table…"
Toot toot toot.
The phone rang, interrupting Qi Sheng.
He frowned slightly, gave the head chef a signaling glance, and then picked up the phone.
It was the secretary calling.
"Chairman, are you available now?"
"Speak."
"The goods have arrived, and the security personnel are in place."
"...How is the recruitment going, is it smooth?"
"Fairly smooth, after casting a wide net, we easily recruited over a thousand people, screened down to 136, all waiting for our final notification."
Qi Sheng didn't ask about the selection criteria, as he trusted his secretary's work.
