Bang.
With the door closing, only Zhou Chechen and Lanling were left in the office.
Lanling continued to lift the weights in his hand while saying, "President, this Zhang Yu is a bit greedy."
Zhou Chechen lay on the sofa, chuckling, "Poor people, once they achieve something, are often young and arrogant. It's all normal."
"If I improved by 70 points in a month like him, I'd be just as arrogant."
"Let's just give him another month to think it over."
Lanling said coldly, "President, do you really want to give him a better contract deal?"
Zhou Chechen replied nonchalantly, "Lanling, you've seen too few poor people and still don't understand them."
"Limited by upbringing, experience, and living standards, poor people's perspectives are often quite narrow."
"In situations like just now, nine out of ten would have signed the contract with us on the spot."
"But Zhang Yu kept his cool and said he wanted to think it over, so I actually think more highly of him."
