Having traveled through time, shouldn't you make a splash in your life?

At that time, your emotional value will surge.

So many red envelopes I'm getting tired of opening them, the money just keeps piling up.

With more and more money in hand, we can't just leave it sitting there; we need to make it generate more money, or at least create jobs.

It will boost employment, increase social influence, and most importantly, it will create a modern-day golden image for him.

Think about it: if you were just a rich person, and someone confiscated your money through certain means and then quietly killed you, it wouldn't cause much of a stir.

If you are not only a wealthy person, but also control the livelihoods of hundreds of thousands or even millions of people, the kind of people who can't do without you, then touching you would mean millions of people losing their income...

Listening to Ning Dongyang's description.

Lu Anwu was overjoyed.

"Boss, I still have some comrades I haven't been able to contact. I'll find out their contact information later."

Ning Dongyang nodded slightly: "From now on, the security department's salaries will definitely be paid by the company's finance department. The company is still under restructuring, so I'll transfer ten million to you first."

He then demonstrated the operation with his hands.

Ten million was easily transferred to Lu Anwu.

Lu Anwu once again felt Ning Dongyang's trust. If this were ancient times, he would have called over a lord long ago.

"Boss, I will definitely live up to your trust."

Whether someone trusts you or not, you can tell at a glance.

The Eye of Profound Understanding targeted Lu Anwu once.

Name: Lu Anwu

Age: 45

【Height: 177】

[Physical Fitness: 16]

【Strength: 16】

【Speed: 15】

【Mental Power: 10】

Loyalty: 97

Appearance rating: 67

I remember Lu Anwu's loyalty was 95 last time, and now it's increased to 97. If someone with a loyalty of 97 can still betray you, then this boss must have done something heinous to Lu Anwu.

Take back your thoughts.

Ning Dongyang continued, "Here's what I think: whether they're from out of town or locals, they can be divided into three tiers."

"Character and ability are the key factors in evaluation."

There was actually an even more important loyalty, which he didn't mention.

As the saying goes, you can't see into someone's heart; you have to judge a person by their actions.

Someone may do good deeds their whole life, but only do one evil thing to you; in your eyes, they are an evil person.

Ning Dongyang would definitely use his Xuan Eye to observe each of his security personnel, and he would fire those who were not loyal to him.

"Brother Lu, you know your old brothers well, so it's easy to tell their levels."

"First tier: 500,000 yuan settlement allowance, 20,000 yuan monthly salary. Second tier: 200,000 yuan settlement allowance, 15,000 yuan monthly salary. Third tier: 100,000 yuan settlement allowance, 10,000 yuan monthly salary."

"If transferring ten million isn't enough, I'll give you more."

"By the way, one car isn't enough. You should buy five more cars worth around 500,000 each."

"One more thing, pay the wages of every old brother who comes first."

As Lu Anwu listened to Ning Dongyang's words, he felt his blood boiling. Ning Dongyang's unconditional trust weighed heavily on his heart.

"Boss, I'll go and gather them together."

Ning Dongyang laughed: "Brother Lu, when you call us together, it sounds like we're starting an uprising."

"Go ahead and get busy. I'll contact you if anything comes up."

Lu Anwu stood up: "Okay."

Holding the half-finished cup of "Zhengqidouyan" (a type of bubble tea), he walked out of the milk tea shop and smiled and nodded at Cheng Wenting when he got close to her.

Lu Anwu came and went in a hurry.

Ning Dongyang continued analyzing the advanced mathematics he was working on.

Standing outside the control room, Cheng Wenting realized that she hadn't asked Ning Dongyang how old he was, whether he was a student, and so on.

When they arrived at Ning Dongyang's side, they found that Ning Dongyang was engrossed in his books again.

She just doesn't understand.

I've seen people addicted to games, gambling, and all sorts of addictions to the point of no return.

She had never seen anyone so engrossed in books before.

She wasn't good at studying and didn't get into university. Back then, she was a notorious underachiever. Now, in her eyes, Ning Dongyang is a top student she has to look up to.

When a struggling student encounters a top student, it feels like a kind of bloodline suppression.

Cheng Wenting thought to herself.

Will she be looked down upon?

Why don't you pick up a book and read it when you have free time in the future? Even if you don't understand it, at least you'll get a taste of scholarly atmosphere.

Huh, why can't I understand it?

She can't understand advanced mathematics, and she can't understand novels either?

It's like there's a book called "The Domineering CEO Falls in Love with Me, the Milk Tea Maker"—who wouldn't understand it?

Interestingly, at the long table by the window, one person was engrossed in a book, while another was being immersed in the book.

Time passed quietly.

Until Cheng Wenting's phone kept vibrating.

A group for showing love and care for the boss.

@BegoniaFlower: "Are you standing next to the boss, like a waiting-for-husband rock?"

"Ask the questions we told you to ask."

@Begonia: "I see you drooling, quickly grab a tissue to wipe it off."

The sunset is not lonely @Begonia: "Being a flower fanatic is also a kind of beauty."

"I really want to take a picture of you and use it as my phone wallpaper."

A thousand charms just for you: "The boss exudes such allure that women simply can't get within ten meters of him."

Cheng Wenting quickly typed on her phone.

Crabapple Blossom: "I'll ask right away."

cough--

She coughed only half a cough. She remembered that Ning Dongyang had misunderstood her as being sick. If she continued to cough now, and her face started to feel hot again, well, he might just force her to go to the hospital.

He quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

The action of covering her mouth was sudden and large. In her panic, the phone she was holding in her other hand slipped and fell onto Ning Dongyang's advanced mathematics textbook with a thud.

"cell phone?"

Ning Dongyang was initially puzzled by the suddenly appearing phone, then looked up at Cheng Wenting, whose face was flushed: "Your phone?"

I laughed just thinking about it: "I've seen people throw money or darts at others, but I've never seen anyone throw a cell phone at someone."

Cheng Wenting quickly took the phone back.

"I didn't throw the phone, I just didn't hold it properly."

Ning Dongyang reached out and pulled her to sit down: "Sit down and keep me company while I read a book quietly for a while."

I learned from yesterday's group chat about showing love to the boss that they arrange for one person to pounce on him every day.

From the moment Cheng Wenting brought out the red bean milk tea, Ning Dongyang knew that it was Cheng Wenting who was serving it today.

Grass jelly milk tea shops are always doing very well.

Whether the milk tea tastes good or not is another matter, but the eleven beautiful women are a sight to behold in themselves, especially on weekends when the number of people buying milk tea will surge.

But the grass jelly milk tea shop is an oddity among milk tea shops.

Leaving aside those comprehensive milk tea shops, which pure milk tea shop would have 160 square meters and four storefronts?

The most outrageous thing is that there are eleven employees.

Ning Dongyang wondered what the former boss was thinking. If he hadn't known she was a woman, he would have suspected that the former boss had a motive to raise fish in a pond.

A normal milk tea shop has two or three employees, but this place has eleven. Not counting Mu Qingzhu, who works part-time, there are ten more employees, including Chang Zaizai.

The ten employees who work regularly demonstrate that the saying "many hands make light work" is not just an empty phrase; they are rarely overwhelmed with work.

We often chat idly.

As for whether it would result in a loss, the former owner didn't know.

Ning Dongyang doesn't make money from milk tea, so what could he possibly lose?

Since Cheng Wenting was free, she might as well keep him company while he read.

"Wait a minute."

Seeing that Ning Dongyang was about to immerse himself in his book again, she quickly said, "Boss, I have a few small questions to ask you."