This city simulation game can affect reality.

That evening, under the pretext of a spring cleaning, Chen Jun hosted a banquet in the guest room of the farmhouse restaurant to entertain all of Xita's employees.

There are no external business operations today, and the operations themselves are still in a semi-startup state.

The resort's management staff, the puppet troupe, and Hu Qian's team from the activity center were all summoned.

This was the largest internal team-building event since Chen Jun took over Xita.

Nearly twenty tables were occupied by just the frontline staff.

To demonstrate inclusivity, Chen Jun even invited external partners who had joined the resort.

However, "team building" is not mandatory. Some employees who don't like crowds can just treat it as a holiday.

"I have to say, Yunhai really had a good eye for talent. These chefs are quite skilled; the Dongpo pork, steamed fish... the taste is just perfect."

At the dinner table, Lao Zhou took a sip of wine and praised the dishes on the table by name.

"Yunhai was able to maintain its leading position in food and lodging services at Longding Mountain in the past, so it's no wonder they have some skills." Chen Jun nodded in agreement. "If they didn't have the expertise, no one would have assigned them such a difficult task."

Since Yunhai started taking over the business of weddings and funerals, it's no exaggeration to say that they have a monopoly on this area.

Although a lot of effort has been put into marketing, ultimately, it takes real skill.

They ate and drank happily until it was completely dark, and some of the employees, having eaten and drunk their fill, left one after another.

Before leaving, many people would make a point of going around to Chen Jun's table to toast him or offer a simple greeting.

Even if you barely know him, being able to talk to the person who gave you your job is a kind of respectability for an ordinary employee.

Get to know them; maybe we can even build a good relationship someday.

In the end, only Chen Jun, Lao Zhou, Zhao Ze and other management members, along with the chefs who had just finished cooking, remained in the hall, sitting and drinking.

"How has Uncle Lin been doing lately?" Chen Jun asked casually during the conversation.

Since the fishermen's huts were standardized, Lin Shanhe's job duties have become somewhat vague.

On the surface, it involves connecting with businesses along the Longgu River, but once you get the hang of it, you actually have quite a bit of free time.

Chen Jun couldn't help but worry that the old man might have wild thoughts or feel marginalized.

"On the surface, things seem fine. They have a regular schedule and complete the tasks you assign them quite thoroughly."

Zhao Ze spoke cautiously, observing Chen Jun's expression. "But I shouldn't pry too much into his private life... He's rather solitary. In all the time he's been at the resort, aside from necessary work-related interactions, I haven't seen him make any friends."

"I even went to invite him before the banquet started today, but he said he was sleepy and wanted to sleep in his dorm."

"Okay." Chen Jun nodded and said, "Just keep an eye on him and let me know if you need anything. I'll try to talk to him when I have some free time."

The conversation then shifted to other topics, and by the time the party was almost over, only Chen Jun and Lao Zhou remained at the table.

Old Zhou looked around, then lowered his voice and said to Chen Jun, "Young Master Chen, Xita's business is growing bigger and bigger. We're about to talk to the villagers about land transfer, and everything is starting to get on track... This business is so big, managing it is incredibly complicated, and I'm increasingly feeling like there are too many things I can't take care of..."

Old Zhou said some rather vague things, seemingly just chatting about the big picture, but Chen Jun keenly sensed some subtle subtext: "Uncle Zhou, you're not thinking that you're planning to retire and go back to your hometown after achieving your goals, are you?"

Although it was asked half-jokingly, Chen Jun's heart did skip a beat.

During this period, Lao Zhou's hands-on approach to everything made him almost overlook the fact that the other party was nearly sixty years old.

Even if he is physically strong and can work for another five or ten years, the decline in his energy is an unavoidable objective law.

"What are you thinking? As long as Hita needs me, I won't shirk my responsibilities." Old Zhou waved his hand with a smile. "I'm still full of energy. If I really retired and stayed at home doing nothing, I would feel really uncomfortable."

"You're right. I remember all your contributions to Hitta. If you ever want to take a break, you can retire anytime. You can bring your family to the resort to stay, take walks and go fishing every day, and the company will arrange any travel you want," Chen Jun said sincerely.

Hearing Lao Zhou state his position, he inexplicably felt a sense of relief.

Even though Chen Jun was calm enough, he had to admit that the old backbone left to him by his grandfather was indispensable to Xita.

There are many dirty and tiring jobs that, without Lao Zhou, I really don't know who could handle them as well and reliably as he does.

"These are all things for the future. To be honest, I haven't thought that far ahead yet." Old Zhou steered the conversation back to reality. "Right now, the Hita projects are coming one after another, and we're short-handed. I have no reason to leave at this time."

"Sigh, that's true." Chen Jun nodded, talking about the current pressure, "Before, when there was no agritainment project, we had more than enough manpower. Now that a group of Yunhai veterans have left, and with the change in management methods, we have to manage all the previously shared shops in a unified manner, which has more than doubled our workload."

He sighed, "Looks like we'll need to bring in another batch of fresh blood."

When Chen Jun brought up the manpower shortage, Old Zhou's face showed a "just what I wanted" expression: "Young Mr. Chen, don't blame me. Actually, the reason I went through all this trouble was to... recommend someone to you."

Chen Jun looked at him with some surprise: "Now is the time when we need people, so why talk about whether it's strange or not? Just tell me directly."

"I understand the reasoning, but this person's identity is a bit special."

Having said all that, Old Zhou simply blurted it all out: "He's my nephew... a master's graduate from one of the top 5 business schools in China. He always said he envied my job when he was studying, but I never expected that we would actually end up on the same path."

"I'm afraid you'll think I'm being nepotistic and trying to put my own people in key positions, so I'm a little hesitant."

"My nephew has a solid theoretical foundation and a broad perspective, but he lacks practical experience, so..."

Chen Jun listened silently without immediately making a statement.

Seeing his reaction, Lao Zhou tactfully offered a way out: "If you feel it's inappropriate, just pretend I didn't say anything, and let's continue drinking."

Chen Jun shook his head: "Since you say he's capable, let him come and give it a try. It'll also help relieve some of your pressure."

Old Zhou was stunned for a moment, then said excitedly, "This...that's great! I'll thank him on his behalf. Don't worry, I'll definitely tell this kid to observe, learn, and do more."

"If he proves to be useless, you should fire him without hesitation. I will not say a word."

Actually, Chen Jun did hesitate to agree to this.

After all, Xita had never experienced anything like this before, and Lao Zhou's position was rather sensitive.

But he also knew that he couldn't arbitrarily shut out talented people just because they were related by blood.

What if the other side really is a powerful general from a powerful maternal relative's family, like Wei Qing or Changsun Wuji?

Even if the candidate's abilities don't meet expectations in the end, out of respect for Lao Zhou, they can simply be given a nominal position without real power.