The entry threshold is probably much higher than that of gold-collar jobs.
The benefits, well, besides generous salaries, there are many hidden perks.
If there's anything you need help with, like job transfers or difficult procedures, it's likely just a matter of saying a word.
In ancient times, there were luxury slaves, in modern times, it's more discreet.
Zhou Can didn't sit idly by. The moment this person entered, he stood up promptly.
He was no longer an ignorant young guy; respect where respect is due.
Mr. Song looked at Zhou Can with an extremely casual gaze.
The look was indifferent, casual, kind, as if he were a lofty being, casually observing an ant beneath his feet.
That's really what it felt like.
The intangible pressure made Zhou Can feel almost suffocated.
"Please have a seat, Dr. Zhou!"
As Mr. Song spoke, the suffocating pressure dissipated invisibly. After both were seated, Mr. Song took the cup of fragrant tea offered by Housekeeper Bian and took a sip.
