20 An Employee

"That's about it."

Xia Xu nodded and said, "In addition to your occupation, Brother Yang should be very good at conversation and good at dealing with others, right?"

"You can even tell that?"

Yang Bowen was even more surprised. He hesitated for a moment before slowly nodding. "I have a relatively friendly personality, and even though I do not have much of anything else, I do make a lot of friends as I'm delivering goods. Whenever I meet them, we would casually chat for a while…"

When he said this, his face brimmed with pride, but soon after, he showed a hint of bitterness. "But this is useless. We just chat and drink. In my wife's words, we are just a bunch of useless friends."

"That may not be the case. Look, being good at dealing with people is your strength. You are not as useless as you thought."

Xia Xu finally went back to the main topic. He then said, "Not only that, but according to my observations of your subconscious movements just now, I noticed that you should have a very sharp reaction, Brother Yang. You should be very good and also be used to paying attention to the various details around you."

"Accurate! Truly accurate! Truly amazing!"

Yang Bowen thought about it and realized that it was true. He couldn't help but slap the table. "Little Boss is indeed capable. No wonder you can open a company at such a young age."

"So, everything depends on one's strengths and weaknesses. Brother Yang, it's not that you are useless, but you are in the wrong business. You shouldn't be a cargo driver."

Xia Xu smiled.

Yang Bowen was intrigued. "Oh? Then what do you think I should do?"

"Brother Yang, you are born to be an investigator."

Xia Xu finally revealed his intentions. "I just opened my shop and need more manpower. Brother Yang, why don't you come and work for me for a few days?"

"This…"

Yang Bowen was a little hesitant, or a little suspicious. "Little Boss, you aren't lying to me because you lack people, right?"

Xia Xu shrugged and said helplessly, "The other side is the talent market. No matter how short of manpower I am, I don't need to rely on bluffing, right?"

"That's true."

Yang Bowen nodded when he heard this. His doubts dissipated, but he was still a little hesitant.

"You are just giving it a try. Brother Yang, you don't have work every day as a truck driver, right? Just take it as resting and playing for a few days. If you can't do it, you can just keep delivering goods."

When Xia Xu saw this, he took advantage of the situation and said, "And don't worry, I also have a salary here. Look at how much you can make from delivering goods every month, I will pay you 1.5 times your salary."

"1.5 times? Little brother, are you sure? Although I'm a little tired from driving a truck for the past month, I can still make around five thousand yuan."

Yang Bowen was really tempted now.

After all, his income was nearly increased by half and he only needed to change his job. What's more, he could try out for a few days. The cost of trial and error was negligible.

"Of course I'm sure, I mean what I say. If you come to me, your monthly basic salary will be eight thousand, and seeing how the business progresses, you will even receive a bonus or an increment."

Xia Xu, who only had less than sixty thousand yuan in his pocket, felt a little distressed, but he still offered a generous price.

He understood that Yang Bowen's offer of eight thousand yuan per month was not a lie. In fact, he was trying his best to lower his salary, otherwise it was normal for him to earn six to seven thousand yuan per month.

A mere eight thousand yuan was not much higher than other people's normal income. If it was any lower, it would not have the effect of a 'high salary' and there would need to be even more benefits to move him.

Moreover, he was able to recruit an ultimate talent with one four-star and two three-star talents with a monthly salary of eight thousand yuan. This was a huge bargain. The only issue here was that Xia Xu was too poor.

"Brother Yang, don't you want to explore your own strengths? Are you really willing to be an ordinary truck driver for the rest of your life?"

"I am not a fool. I am willing to pay you such a high basic salary because I am not lying, and I really think highly of your talent."

"You may be an ordinary driver in the freight business, but in the investigator business, you may become a famous detective."

Most people would find it difficult to escape after entering a stable and comfortable circle. It was indeed difficult to make a decision without being forced. Yang Bowen was still hesitating, so Xia Xu could only speak in a tempting manner.

One was ordinary, while the other was famous. This was what Yang Bowen cared about the most.

Although there was a limited amount of room for improvement in driving a truck, to be honest, he could still make quite a bit of money. He was okay with being tired and dirty but it was still not a presentable job.

When he told people that he was delivering cargo, their first reaction was: 'Oh, so you are a driver, you're doing manual labor.'

This was similar to the construction workers at the construction site. They might not earn less than the small white-collar workers at the company, but this was how the secular world saw it.

"Brother Yang, doesn't your son like to watch detective elementary school kid? If he knows that you have also become a detective, or even a famous detective known throughout the country one day…"

Xia Xu's words became the last straw.

Yang Bowen seemed to have imagined his son jumping into his arms in surprise, pestering him to say that he wanted to be a detective, and bragging about him to his classmates…

"Little Boss, you said I'm good at conversation. I think you're the one who's good at talking. You're making me feel like I'm committing a serious crime if I were to reject you."

After a moment of silence, Yang Bowen smiled bitterly and said, "In that case, I'll try for a few days. I'll take a break during this period. If I can learn it, I'll stay in your company. If I can't, I won't take your salary for free."

"Don't worry about this. If you can't do it, won't you say that I was wrong? I won't do something like this to ruin my own reputation."

Xia Xu said, "It's decided. Brother Yang, you may go back first today and come here tomorrow morning at 8 to report for work."

"Boss, you should call me Old Yang. After all, I have to work here. It's not appropriate to call me brother. It was fine just now, but now that our status is different, it feels quite awkward."

Yang Bowen entered the state quite quickly. He immediately assumed the identity of an employee and scratched his head in embarrassment.

Xia Xu didn't know if it was because of his high EQ or his personality, but even though he didn't care much about the details, his attitude made Xia Xu feel very comfortable.

In the end, he could only secretly praise the Fortune to Husband destiny of the little white flower for being so terrifying.

Yang Bowen not only fulfilled his needs with his talent, but his age and family background also fulfilled what he envisaged .

It was unrealistic to expect strangers to be loyal and conscientious in the short term, so he planned to recruit someone who had already established a family.

Many people called themselves corporate drones in a self-deprecating manner. In fact, for many middle-aged men who had already started a family, this was a very ironic but compatible description. They were treated like drones by the company, and they worked like drones.

It wasn't because they were willing to work like this, they were just being forced to.

After all, with the burden and concerns of a family, money was needed for basic necessities, rent, childbirth, and education. It was also inconvenient to find a job when one was old.

Once they resigned or were dismissed, they were likely to face a life of poverty, with all kinds of money and debt loans easily shattering their families and livelihoods.

Therefore, no matter how wronged they were, they had to grit their teeth and endure it.

As time went by, all of their fighting spirit was completely worn down. No matter how much pressure and suffering they faced, they had gotten used to it. They had become the perfect screws on the machine called society, they had become qualified tools for the capitalists.

It was different for young people. They were all alone and free, and they might even be taken care of by their parents. They were young and full of energy, so there were many people who would fly into a rage after being wronged. They might even beat up their boss before leaving.

Of course, Xia Xu didn't hire a middle-aged man for the sake of oppressing him. He just wanted to try his best to choose someone reliable.

People like Yang Bowen, who were close to middle age and had a family and a job, had their spirit worn down. They did not have the enthusiasm of young people. Most importantly, they had their wife, children, and parents. The more worries they had, the less they dared to make mistakes. He was the best choice.