How many scumbags were actually nurtured on this land?
Nobody knows.
Right now, Xu Lin is battling with these scumbags.
Here, there's no motivational bullshit, no tales of future glory, and certainly no crappy company culture like injecting chicken blood or a wolfish mentality; all that garbage culture is completely absent.
It's simple: I give you money, you work for me, that's it.
"Young Master Xu, here are the recent company operational reports for you to review."
Sheng Minghua submitted materials covering financial data, operational metrics, and the progress of strategic implementation.
Xu Lin sat in his office chair.
"Old Sheng, you're already in your forties or fifties, calling someone in their early twenties 'Sir,' is that appropriate?"
Xu Lin said, "Just call me directly."
Xu Lin has always been easygoing, unless someone tries to take advantage of him, then Xu Lin would hit back hard; otherwise, he'd always present himself as quite easygoing.
