A dozen or so minutes later, everyone except Liang Jingsong discreetly excused themselves. They headed to the HR department on the first floor to complete their onboarding paperwork and, while they were at it, pick out a car from the underground garage.
"Liang, have a seat!"
Chen Yansen gestured with his hand and then retrieved a canister of Dongding tea from a cabinet. He pushed it across the desk to Liang Jingsong. "They say it's a famous tea from Taiwan Island, but I don't really drink oolong. It's yours."
Liang Jingsong hesitated at first, but his eyes lit up when he saw the packaging and brand. He quickly accepted it and tucked it into his pocket.
This was a premium blend from Dayuling, pan-fired by a master craftsman. A single tael cost at least tens of thousands.
While he could technically afford it on his salary, he could never bring himself to spend that kind of money.
