Bianyi's petty tricks were hardly likely to deceive Shen Qiang. However, considering that he was the president of Heshenghe and indeed had a lot of matters to deal with, Shen Qiang chose not to expose Bianyi's little thoughts. He calmly accepted the phone number and then handed it over to Beautiful Demon Fox Chu Qing.
Because when it ca to facing demon job candidates, there truly was no one more suitable.
Firstly, Beautiful Demon Fox Chu Qing was herself a demon, so she could understand the other demons better. Secondly, she was beautiful and charismatic, as well as powerful, so the demons wouldn't dare to act recklessly in front of her. Therefore, leaving this matter to Chu Qing was absolutely the best choice.
But at the sa ti, Shen Qiang had to admit that this would delay Chu Qing's effort to break through to the Second Level of Daluo Heaven, but as things stood, there really was no one else more suitable for the task.
Besides, the demons on the forum were also very much in favor of Shen Qiang becoming the King of Demons.
Occasionally, there were one or two self-important individuals who thought they were more suitable for the position of King of Demons than Shen Qiang. The mont they posted about it, a crowd of demons would imdiately swarm them with questions.
"Do the cultivators acknowledge your status?"
"Do you have enough money to provide us with worry-free food and clothing?"
"Can you distribute Flying Swords to us?"
"Do you have the courage to establish rules for the Cultivation World?"
After a series of questions,
The matter of Shen Qiang becoming the King of Demons, from the perspective of all mbers of the Cultivation World, whether cultivators, demons, or the few monks, was indisputable. Thus, the title of King of Demons was firmly placed on Shen Qiang's head.
Even if Shen Qiang wanted to remove it, he couldn't.
However, as a man of his word, the rules Shen Qiang laid down were set in stone.
All demons wanting to join Heshenghe would have to wait until the interviews next month to do so.
After all, in the short term, more pressing matters for Shen Qiang were not about rapid expansion.
But about integrating the existing resources at hand.
The restructured Heshenghe, the renad Mountain Villa.
The future developntal path.
Heshenghe employee managent, salary and benefits, what kind of demons to accept, and which ones must be refused.
These were all things that needed contemplation.
It is said that people suffer not from poverty but from inequality.
The number of demons now expressing their desire to join Heshenghe had already reached several hundred.
The characteristic they all shared was that each demon possessed strength beyond the Nascent Soul Stage.
Once they joined Heshenghe, the company's might would undoubtedly rise as high as the sun.
One must know that even the forr Long Yan Sword Sect's most solid strength consisted of just over a dozen Mixed Elent Realm cultivators and a hundred or so above the Nascent Soul Stage.
If truly three hundred demons with strength above the Nascent Soul Stage were to join,
Even when facing the first-class sects of the Cultivation World,
Heshenghe would definitely not be inferior.
But the problem of their treatnt within the company was of utmost importance.
Even with widespread recognition,
If the compensation is unequally distributed, it wouldn't take long before these demons start infighting.
Shen Qiang knew this in his heart.
Moreover, if the salaries were too high, the influx of nurous demons would also result in no small expenditure for Heshenghe.
Simply put, if demons above the Nascent Soul Stage, like Wu Zhaoyang and Lan Yong, were given a million-dollar annual salary, three hundred of them would an an expenditure of three billion in wages, not to ntion the cost of food, clothing, housing, transportation, healthcare, and other expenses, as well as potential increases in salary, and so on. These issues couldn't be resolved with a one-size-fits-all approach; doing so would be absolutely unacceptable.
After all, each demon is different; so have higher cultivation, others have special talents. If they were all paid the sa amount, why would they bother?
Plus, Heshenghe wasn't composed solely of demons; cultivators were also part of the company. If the waters weren't kept level, within three days there'd be an uproar.
There was no need to even try it.
Because the human heart is fickle, and cannot withstand such a test—attempting such a test would only bring about unnecessary hardship.
So clearly, this aspect required serious consideration.
This too would take ti.
Therefore, the matter of interviews was not sothing urgent.
Over twenty days were enough for Heshenghe to establish a complete set of rules and regulations, as well as various benchmarks for compensation.
By then, they just needed to select people, or pick demons.
anwhile, as Shen Qiang and Heshenghe were busy with their urgent tasks,
In a picturesque, ancient town in Jiangnan, within a large estate.
All the decor and renovations of the residence were done in an ancient style.
Bai Jiao, with tears in her beautiful eyes, looked at the elderly lady on the sickbed, her hair white with age, her face wrinkled, and liver spots dotting her skin.
She let go of the old lady's extrely thin hand.
After stepping out of the bedroom with the many doctors, Bai Jiao, with tears brimming in her eyes, softly said, "Doctor Hu, how is my grandmother...?"
The many doctors exchanged glances, discussed for a mont, and then Doctor Hu, who appeared to be in his fifties and quite portly, replied, "Miss Bai, the old lady's condition has indeed reached the point where the oil is running out and the lamp is waning."
"She's too old, all her organs have failed," Doctor Hu continued. "And to tell you the truth, if your family hadn't been so wealthy, with access to all sorts of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures to sustain her, the old lady should have passed away three years ago."
"And now, there's no other way. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are part of life. Even though I can understand how you feel, I still have to tell you to prepare for the worst; the old lady's condition is unlikely to last more than three days."
At these words, Bai Jiao's tears began to fall uncontrollably.
"Doctor Hu, please save her, she's only eighty years old."
Doctor Hu looked embarrassed.
At this mont, a middle-aged man with a stern gaze, looking to be in his fifties, said sharply, "Bai Jiao, how can you be so thoughtless? Doctor Hu is kind and benevolent; if there were a way, would he need you to beg?"
Bai Jiao's tears stread down as she pleaded desperately, "Dad, grandma is only eighty, I must save her, I will save her!" As she spoke, Bai Jiao pulled out a phone from her pocket.
Her father sighed and said, "Bai Jiao, she's your grandmother, my mother. I am even more heartbroken than you, but the cycle of life and the seasons are beyond our control, so listen to your father, go keep your grandma company."
"I won't listen!" Bai Jiao beca frantic, her tears flowing even more. She cried out, "I grew up with you always busy, always absent. You barely spent any ti with ; it was always my grandmother looking after . I don't care about birth, aging, sickness, death, or the cycles of the seasons. I want my grandmother, I just want my grandmother."
Doctor Hu sighed and said, "Miss Bai, that's impossible."
"Shut up!" Bai Jiao, distressed, shouted loudly, then, paying no mind to Doctor Hu's embarrassed expression, proceeded to make a call while crying.
"Shen Qiang, co quickly, my grandmother is dying. The doctor says she's too old and can't last more than three days, but she's only eighty years old. Please, help save her!"
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