Reborn not to be a simp, the school beauty's whole family goes crazy

The area surrounding 361 Company.

The setting sun cast long shadows of the office building housing 361 Inc.

Zhao Zhiqiang, the head of the human resources department at Dream Company, straightened his tie and glanced at the time displayed on his Seiko watch.

It was 5:55 PM, five minutes before 361job closed for the day.

Zhao Zhiqiang's company only learned about his get off work schedule by having people stake out the place beforehand.

After all, you can't poach someone from another company while they're still working.

"Is everything ready?" Zhao Zhiqiang turned to ask his two young subordinates behind him.

The three of them stood in front of the small supermarket across from the office building, drinking beverages and eating sunflower seeds, having waited for more than ten minutes.

"Section Chief, the flyers are all here."

Xiao Wang, wearing black-rimmed glasses, patted the bulging briefcase hanging on his shoulder.

"The salary and benefits policies are all printed out clearly."

"Section Chief, is it too much for us to just block people at their company entrance and try to poach their employees?" Old Li, who was a bit older, hesitated.

"Too much what?" Zhao Zhiqiang exhaled a smoke ring and said disdainfully, "In this day and age, which private company doesn't poach people? Didn't our company's rival poach two engineers from Lenovo last year?"

"Don't you understand the saying 'business is like war,' Lao Li? Stop bringing up the era of guaranteed jobs back then."

"This is an era where you have to throw your conscience on the ground and stomp on it a few times just to survive, understand?"

The three of them waited while smoking and chatting.

The time it takes to smoke a cigarette is gone in the blink of an eye.

The number of people in front of the office building gradually increased. The office workers inside the ten-story building, including those from 361job, were all going home for dinner.

Zhao Zhiqiang tossed away the cigarette butt he had just finished smoking and stared at the building exit with eyes like a hawk.

Dream Computer has been established for three years and has gained a foothold in the market by assembling compatible PCs. However, the boss, Cheng Zhiyuan, recently gave a strict order - that they must build their own software team to develop pre-installed operating systems.

"Remember what our HR manager said. Our goal is to poach game programmers from 361 Games," Zhao Zhiqiang whispered. "President Cheng said that games best showcase hardware performance, and our next-generation consoles will come pre-installed with self-developed games."

"Don't bother poaching those software programmers from 361; it's pointless to do so."

"Yes."

"Yes, Section Chief."

Old Li and Little Wang nodded in understanding.

As a result, it was already 6:03, and none of the programmers from 361 Inc. had come out.

Programmers these days are very easy to identify.

Thin hair, wearing glasses, dark circles under the eyes, listless, and with a paler complexion than others.

If you meet one condition, you might not be guilty, but if you meet three, you're almost certain.

"Section Chief, what's going on? Three minutes have passed, do those programmers really never leave work?"

Young Wang asked somewhat eagerly.

Zhao Zhiqiang gave him a disdainful look and sneered, "Xiao Wang, you're still young and don't know what the term 'corporate slave' means. You'll understand when you take a stroll through the assembly department someday."

"Yes, Xiao Wang, just wait patiently, it won't take more than a few minutes."

Old Li chuckled and offered Xiao Wang a cigarette.

Xiao Wang took the lighter from Lao Li with a frustrated expression and started flicking it.

It goes without saying that the employees who leave work the latest in the entire office building are the game programmers in the programming department of Chen Dong's 361 Company.

Employees from other companies in the same office building, and even employees from other departments within 361, mostly packed up their things and left by 6:55.

As for the game programmers, they weren't reminded to leave work until 6:05 PM, and only then did they belatedly get up to go out for dinner.

Packing things? That's not even a question!

After they finish eating, they have to come back to work around 7:30 at the latest.

Therefore, by the time they saw someone who met the appearance criteria appear, Zhao Zhiqiang, Xiao Wang, and Lao Li had already been waiting until 6:15.

"Truly living up to the name of a corporate slave, but at least you still have to go home and eat eventually."

"Xiao Wang, Lao Li, let's go."

Zhao Zhiqiang stubbed out the cigarette he had just thrown on the ground and led two of his men to meet them.

Then, Zhao Zhiqiang quickly identified a young man with messy hair, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and a receding hairline despite his young age.

The man still had his 361 Company employee badge hanging around his neck, seemingly too lazy, too busy, or simply indifferent to tidy it up.

Zhao Zhiqiang, along with two of his men, stood in front of the young man.

As the young man stopped, Zhao Zhiqiang quickly adjusted his expression, put on a professional smile, and said, "Excuse me, sir, we'd like to have a chat with you."

The young man looked up in confusion, glanced at Zhao Zhiqiang and his two companions, and took a step back warily, asking, "What do you want? What do you want with me?"

It's no wonder young people are so wary; the public security situation isn't very good these days. People even dare to eat celery on fire. For a thug to mess with a programmer who can't even kill a chicken is really no more difficult than killing a chicken.

"Don't be afraid, comrade. We are also legitimate workers. We are employees of the HR department of Dream Computer, not hooligans."

"Comrade, you look like you work at 361, right? We'd like to talk to you about work-related matters."

At this point, Zhao Zhiqiang reached into his pocket, pulled out a business card, and handed it over, saying with a smile, "My surname is Zhao, and my given name is Zhiqiang. This is my work business card."

The young man glanced at the business card in Zhao Zhiqiang's hand, thought about it for a moment, and felt that thugs didn't really have this kind of style of doing things, so he relaxed a lot, reached out and took it, and then looked down at it.

Sure enough, the business card said Dream Co., Ltd., and coincidentally, the address was in the same municipal district as theirs, 361.

This Dream Company Limited...

The young man's gaze lingered on the business card for a few seconds, and after thinking for a moment, he quickly thought of a company.

But the young man asked uncertainly, "Dream Company? The one that makes domestically produced PC mainframes?"

"It's our company. Are you interested in better career opportunities?"

Zhao Zhiqiang noticed the interest in the other person's eyes and immediately pressed his advantage, saying, "Our company is very optimistic about the current domestic game market and is planning to build a game studio team. We especially need programmers like you."

"My name is Zhang Ming. I've only been doing game development at 361 for half a year... I'm really not considered a talent. There are too many seniors who are more capable than me."

Zhang Ming, somewhat embarrassed and hesitant after being praised so highly, scratched his face.

He was trying to use this action to conceal his true intentions.