On the second day after moving into the headquarters building, as the HR at Candy Technology Co., Ltd., Wang Huayingâs first task was to recruit HR with more than five years of work experience.
Thereâs no choice; the task assigned by Mo Jingchun was truly heavy.
In the words of the boss, Mo Jingchun, it was crucial to recruit 5,000 tech developers within a year and strive to bring in over 10,000 tech talents from other provinces within three years, transforming Huo County from an agricultural county into a high-tech industrial park.
Considering Huo Mountainâs population of less than 300,000, if Candy Technology brings in over 10,000 tech talents in three years, it would be like installing an engine for Huo Countyâs transformation.
The entire HR office area was occupied by the lone Wang Huaying, who, if not for the cleaning aunt occasionally coming by, would doubt anyone else was in the building.
This single building could accommodate over 15,000 employees, so with more than 200 employees spread across different areas, itâs easy to imagine how spacious it felt.
On the top floor of the main building of Candy Technology Mansion, Mo Jingchunâs office had an area of over 100 square meters, reaching a staggering 110 square meters.
Behind the office, there was a 20-square-meter bedroom and a restroom.
Originally, the bedroom was reserved so that Candy could sleep when tired during playtimes at the company.
After all, to achieve artificial intelligence, Mo Jingchun often needed to work overtime with the employees.
Mo Jingchun was never worried that employees would be unwilling to work overtime. In Mo Jingchunâs view, as long as the overtime pay and living guarantees were in place, employees with car and house loans would definitely be willing to work hard.
In the spacious office, there were only Mo Jingchun, Candy, and one lazy Bun who wouldnât move unless its tail was on fire.
A lump of orange fat cat lay curled on Mo Jingchunâs huge solid wood red desk.
This made Bun, who was already plump, look even fatter. If it werenât for the occasionally wagging tail, someone might mistake it for a decoration.
"Candy?"
"Hmm?"
Candy, uninterested in playing with toys, kept her gaze fixed on the 26-inch fruit cake on Mo Jingchunâs desk.
This cake was a gift when purchasing a large cake during yesterdayâs housewarming celebration.
Drooling over the delicious cake, Candy happened to hear Mo Jingchun call her name.
The absentminded Candy looked at Mo Jingchun with a dazed look and responded feebly.
"Candy, you stay here and play with Bun, and donât run around, okay?"
"Brother is going out to see what the brothers and sisters are doing."
Hearing that her brother was leaving, Candyâs big, adorable eyes twinkled, and she nodded cutely and obediently.
"Got it, brother."
"Guoguo wonât run around."
Mo Jingchun patted Candyâs head and turned to leave the office. From start to finish, he didnât notice the change in the little oneâs expression.
After Mo Jingchun left, the little one tiptoed to the office door, peeked out to see Mo Jingchun taking the elevator downstairs, and then joyfully ran to Mo Jingchunâs huge solid wood desk.
Though the desk was taller than Candy, such height was no challenge for the clever Candy.
First, she climbed onto Mo Jingchunâs office chair, then, stepping on the chair, she climbed up onto the desk.
The sleeping Bun heard the noise, glanced up, and when seeing it was the Little Demon King, Bun shut its eyes again.
The Little Demon King began acting up again. The safest way to stay unbothered was to pretend to see nothing.
Bun: Canât see me, canât see me.
Looking at the large cake so close, Candy let out a silly giggle, a mischievous laugh that scared Bun into a shiver. If it werenât for laziness, Bun wouldâve moved to a different spot to continue its nap.
Not long after, Bun regretted not moving elsewhere, or else it wouldnât have...
Candy skillfully unwrapped the cake box, fully exposing the cake to her eyes.
Glancing around, Candy didnât see any spoons or forks.
But to give up the tempting cake before her eyes was something Candy wasnât willing to do.
After finally getting a chance with her brother gone, who knows when the next one will be?
Candy swallowed, using her hand as a spoon to start eating.
Sitting right on the desk, Candy enjoyed the cake enthusiastically, so much so that even Bun, who was sleeping, couldnât help but stay awake.
Especially watching Candyâs eating manner, Bun was more disinterested in sleeping.
Luckily, Bun had no interest in cake; otherwise, Bun would surely have joined in for a bite.
Soon, Candyâs hands, face, clothes, and Mo Jingchunâs custom-made oversized solid wood desk were all smeared with cake cream.
Especially Candyâs face, covered in cream, she looked just like a little kitten.
"Burp~"
"Burp~"
"Burp~"
Stuffed from the cake, Candy sat on the desk burping while the nearby Bun watched in bewilderment.
Full from eating, Candy felt troubled looking at the leftover cake.
Her brother would definitely notice the cake had been nibbled on once he returned.
What should she do?
The joy had left the little oneâs face, now showing a face full of worry.
What should she do?
Would her brother spank Guoguoâs bottom?
The more she thought, the more afraid Candy became, even somewhat regretting eating the cake secretly.
Just then, a stretching Bun caught Candyâs sight.
Looking at the lazy Bun, Candyâs eyes brightened with an instant idea.
Candy picked off a piece of cream from the cake, grabbed the still-dazed Bun, and smeared the cream on Bunâs face.
Candyâs whole operation was smooth and skillful.
By now, the nimble Bun was still utterly bewildered.
Against Candy, Bun had no defenses whatsoever.
Who knew, often walking by the river would eventually get your shoes wet.
Just as Candy climbed down from the chair, after giving her legs a stretch, Mo Jingchun returned just from his round outside.
"Candy, what are you up to?"
Hearing her brotherâs voice, Candy got startled, covering her face with her hands, turning her back to her brother, afraid to face him.
However, the cake that had been nibbled on was too obvious on the desk.
Mo Jingchun only needed a glance to see the unwrapped cake and the desk full of cream.
Oh? And a silly orange cat in a daze over there.
Seemed like the silly orange cat was an accomplice, or maybe the mastermind? As if!
Seeing Candyâs guilty look, Mo Jingchun didnât need to guess, knowing it was certainly Candyâs mischief.