Chapter 065: Sun Xian’s Shock—He Wants to Make Peace

“Did you feel satisfied?”

Just as he returned to the shop, Zhang Tianfeng heard Gao Ran ask him this question.

He paused for a moment, then nodded. “Yes, I did.”

“Since you’re feeling refreshed, then give some directions to our ship and let it set sail,” Gao Ran said, hugging a blue file folder. She wore a fitted short skirt, a white T-shirt tucked into her waistband, black-rimmed glasses, and her hair styled in a way that gave her an air of authority.

She looked every bit the capable and experienced secretary.

Following her into the lounge at the back, Zhang Tianfeng saw that the entire management team of Bo Le Company had already gathered. There was Qin Yuelan, responsible for key operations; Chen Jiaqi, the diligent assistant who oversaw many tasks; and Red Hair, who handled various odds and ends.

“Good day, boss,” they greeted him.

Their sudden formality made Zhang Tianfeng a little taken aback. He hesitated, then sat down and said, “Let’s not bother with these grand formalities in the future. If there’s something to discuss, just say it.”

“That won’t do,” Gao Ran replied. “If we want the company to grow, we must have proper rules and systems in place. What if Bo Le Company becomes one of the world’s top 500 one day? Aren’t you afraid of being laughed at by outsiders?”

“I’ve got money—what’s there to be afraid of?” Zhang Tianfeng retorted.

“Vulgar!” Gao Ran muttered under her breath.

She placed the file on the table. “Boss, these are the suggestions from Sister Lan and the others. Please take a look.”

Inside the folder were ideas Qin Yuelan and the team had gathered over the past few days, after their confrontations with Yuanli Group and visits to the labor markets of neighboring villages and counties.

After reading through everything carefully, Zhang Tianfeng closed the file and said, “This is very well done. We can proceed according to these steps. Let’s learn from the greats—surround the city from the countryside!”

“Boss, what about Yuanli Group?” someone asked.

“A dying camel is still bigger than a horse. It’s a massive group, and even with Xu Juncong gone, there will always be another to take his place.”

A decisive gleam flashed in Zhang Tianfeng’s eyes. “There’s no sentiment in the business world. While they’re leaderless, let’s strike hard—cripple them if we can.”

“Boss, just tell me how many people we need, and I’ll get them right away!” Red Hair jumped up excitedly.

Zhang Tianfeng glanced at him and said, “You just keep playing the clown—your act is quite effective.”

“What do you mean?” Red Hair scratched his head, utterly confused.

Chen Jiaqi giggled from the side. “Boss means you’ll be in charge of all future company events.”

While Zhang Tianfeng and his team were discussing how to deal with Yuanli Group, a sedan drove into Tangwan Town.

“Thank you, driver. Could you please open the trunk?”

A man in a white shirt and black trousers stepped out of the taxi, his face beaming with a wide smile.

This was Sun Xian, manager of Yuanli Group’s marketing department, and soon to be the second manager in charge of the Tangwan Town region.

Unlike Xu Juncong, Sun Xian came from a rural background, his family unremarkable, but he was clever. He spent nine years in school, making such an impression that every teacher remembered him well, and he maintained good relationships with everyone in his class.

Leveraging these connections, he thrived after entering society. He started with a small business, and within a year, brought his parents from the countryside to the city. By chance, he met some of the Yuanli Group’s management, and smoothly entered the company. Starting as a junior staff member, in just two years he climbed to the position of manager.

Dragging his suitcase along the bumpy cement road, he watched cars speed by, kicking up clouds of dust.

Sun Xian made no complaints, wiping sweat from his brow as he entered Tangwan’s central street. He noticed the Yuanli Employment Agency’s doors shut tight. His brows furrowed, but soon relaxed as he looked toward a nearby convenience store.

“Excuse me, why has the Yuanli Employment Agency suddenly closed?” he asked the shopkeeper.

“Young man, that place is a scam. Don’t even think about going there.”

“But Yuanli Group is such a big company. They control most of the coastal region’s labor market. Surely they wouldn’t resort to such tricks?”

“I saw it with my own eyes. That self-important manager hadn’t been here long before he got arrested. If he had issues, the group surely does too.”

“Thank you. I’ll take a bottle of cold mineral water, please.”

After leaving the convenience store, Sun Xian continued to inquire, posing as a job seeker to learn the residents’ opinions about the Yuanli Agency.

He canvassed the whole street, visiting every shop except for Bo Le Employment Agency.

The results were dismal: both job seekers and local residents of Tangwan had lost all trust in Yuanli Group.

Bo Le Agency, on the other hand, was held in high regard; its owner was an honorary citizen of Zhucheng, a hero who had saved thousands of migrant workers from being duped.

“This really is a formidable opponent,” Sun Xian muttered, tucking his water bottle into his backpack and dragging his suitcase into Bo Le Agency.

“Hello there, looking for a job? Here, have a glass of ice water,” Chen Jiaqi greeted him warmly, helping him set down his bag. “Do you have a preferred job type or salary range? If not, you can take a look at this chart.”

The chart divided salaries into five brackets: below 500, 500–1000, 1000–2000, 2000–5000, and above 5000.

Each bracket listed recommended job types. The lowest offered factory worker positions; the second included apprenticeships like cook or driver, noting that some time was needed to qualify.

Sun Xian’s eyes widened. “Does your agency actually have partnerships with every company on this chart?”

“I’m sorry, that’s company confidential,” Chen Jiaqi replied. “But I can assure you, once you make your choice, we will find a way to get you hired through legal channels.”

Sun Xian considered for a moment. “I’d like to apply for a third-tier management position in a factory.”

“The higher the position and salary, the greater the requirements,” Chen Jiaqi explained, handing over a form. “Please fill this out truthfully. If you provide false information and there’s an issue, we can’t be held responsible.”

Looking over the form, Sun Xian saw it was similar to Yuanli Group’s own, but with additional fields for registered address and contact information.

Without hesitation, he picked up a pen and filled it in swiftly.

“Please wait a moment,” Chen Jiaqi said, returning to her desk to enter his information on the computer.

Only now did Sun Xian notice the device wasn’t just for show—it was a real computer. In Yuanli Group’s headquarters, only upper management had access to such equipment, and even then, most hardly knew how to use it.

Yet, here was a small agency where even an ordinary employee handled it with ease.

“May I ask what you’re doing?” Sun Xian inquired, leaning closer.

“Archiving,” Chen Jiaqi replied. “Our boss requires us to create a file for every client who buys our Worry-Free Guarantee Package, for follow-up. If there’s ever an issue, we’ll have evidence to support them.”

“What package? I haven’t paid anything yet.”

“There’s no need to pay, sir. If you apply for a job above the second tier, you automatically receive the Worry-Free Package,” she explained. “With this, if you’re dismissed within fifteen days of placement, we’ll help you find another job for free, until you’re satisfied.”

“I’ve only ever heard of agencies charging service fees, never about guarantee packages,” Sun Xian remarked, his tone shifting.

Sensing something amiss, Chen Jiaqi produced a contract. “Here’s the agreement and our parent company’s registration info. Please review it.”

One clause in particular caught his eye: If a satisfactory job couldn’t be found, the agency would pay ten times the contract value in compensation.

He looked over the rest of the terms, and found no hidden restrictions on that rule.

A guarantee package unheard of, offering what seemed a huge advantage for the client; a comfortable job-seeking environment; polite staff; an orderly yet straightforward workflow.

This was the kind of policy Yuanli Group’s top executives had spent a fortune hiring foreign experts to design, and even then, only the framework had been set—nothing had been implemented yet.

And yet, it already existed in this obscure little shop.

Was this truly the work of a youth barely eighteen?

If it was, Sun Xian was ready to make peace.

He simply could not contend with such an opponent!