Shen You'an's gaze shifted behind the man, where Cheng Fan was approaching.
The assistant stepped back deferentially. "This is Feilian Group's Chief Technology Officer, Mr. Cheng Fan. You'll join his core team directly, participating in research and development. It's a rare opportunity you shouldn't miss."
Cheng Fan waved his hand, signaling the assistant to stop talking.
His eyes softened as he looked at the young man standing before him. "You're far superior to how I was at your age. Your future accomplishments will undoubtedly surpass mine, perhaps even reaching heights I can't imagine."
Behind him, the assistant clicked his tongue.
Cheng Fan appeared good-natured but was, in truth, prideful. He had never openly praised anyone before.
Yet today, those words had come from his lips.
Evidently, this young man was extraordinary—outstanding enough to make the proud Cheng Fan lower himself to recruit him.
Such talent must not be stolen by other companies.
