Xia Feng stated, "She's quite good."
The underlying meaning was obvious to anyone with eyes; Liu Jingru was about to ascend to great heights.
Jack Ma, a seasoned veteran, certainly understood the implications of Xia Feng's words.
"Hmm, an excellent child," Jack Ma agreed enthusiastically.
Among the large group, only Liu Jingru remained unaware that she was about to soar, genuinely believing everyone was praising her.
She didn't consider that direction, as her own position as team leader was hard-won, and she knew her own strength was paramount.
Consider the current situations of Old Wang and Xu Jiaying. Faced with the same problem, Old Wang emerged unscathed, while Xu Jiaying treaded precariously and faced bankruptcy.
People said Old Wang had strong backing, and while that was true to an extent, his own capabilities and foresight were far more crucial. Otherwise, no matter how strong the backing, you'd still be a useless freeloader.
The same applied to the nation's beloved young heir. People said he grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, everyone believing him to be nothing more than a useless rich kid, a playboy. Yet, how many could truly match his abilities?
He enjoyed mingling with internet celebrities and playing games. While his life seemed complicated, he could earn billions while playing games. He launched a live-streaming platform that sold for billions, single-handedly building the game live-streaming industry.
Those lacking capability would forever be mismatched with their net worth.
Admitting someone is better than you isn't difficult; striving to improve yourself is the truly correct decision.
With Xia Feng's single statement, Jack Ma had already begun planning Liu Jingru's future arrangements in his mind.
Liu Jingru enjoyed the meal thoroughly. The many influential figures showed no airs, acting like amiable uncles and elder brothers from next door.
After the meal, Xia Lin took Liu Jingru, Qin Wen, and Ma Yuqin to play Mahjong.
The others busied themselves with their own tasks, some clearing the table, others cleaning up. Their busyness was also a scene of happiness.
Zhou Gangyi quietly approached Long Aotian from behind and called out, "Master, have you thought about it? What gift will you prepare for me? All love counts." Da Feng Novel Network.
Long Aotian turned and glared at him, speaking clearly and forcefully, "Scram!"
"Still talking about gifts? Want a slap?"
"So stingy," Zhou Gangyi said before turning and running off.
Watching others clean, Jack Ma took his phone and walked out of the villa to a pavilion outside. He made a call to Mr. Zhang of Ababa Group.
"President Ma, wishing you a Happy Mid-Autumn Festival in advance," Mr. Zhang said politely.
"Old Zhang, check the market department for a girl named Liu Jingru. See if there are any suitable positions for her – one that's relaxed, with little responsibility, high salary, and year-end bonuses."
Jack Ma was very concerned about this matter, as he dared not be negligent with anything Xia Feng instructed.
"Liu Jingru?" Mr. Zhang repeated, not recognizing the name.
Since President Ma himself had called, there must be a reason. Mr. Zhang immediately replied, "President Ma, I will arrange it."
"Good. Please handle this with care; it's very important to me," Jack Ma instructed.
"Understood," Mr. Zhang quickly responded.
"Could there be some secret that makes President Ma so enthusiastic?"
This was Jack Ma's first time arranging personnel matters for him since his partial retirement, and for Mr. Zhang, the implications were rather intriguing.
A boss's word meant subordinates would run themselves ragged. While Mr. Zhang wouldn't be running ragged, this matter had to be personally seen through.
Midnight.
Xia Feng's phone rang. He received three text messages, blessings from Yun Yan, Luo Xiang, and Jin Xiaochen, respectively.
Xia Feng glanced at them but didn't reply.
He found it normal for Yun Yan and Luo Xiang to send him blessing texts, as they didn't see him as a teacher.
However, Jin Xiaochen sending this message caught him by surprise.
Qinglongwan Residential Area.
Yun Yan, with half-open eyes, modified the text she had just sent to Xia Feng by changing the salutation and forwarded it to Luo Xiang.
Luo Xiang did the same. On this matter, the two friends were in sync.
Yun Yan: "Xiang, my first blessing message was sent to you."
Luo Xiang: "Mine too."
Yun Yan: "What a coincidence, we had the same idea. Should we send Teacher Xia a blessing message?"
Luo Xiang: "I won't. If you want to, you send it. It's this late, Teacher Xia is probably asleep. Let's not disturb him."
Because her message to Xia Feng received no reply, she guessed he had already fallen asleep.
She worried that if Yun Yan sent a message, it might wake up Teacher Xia.
Yun Yan: "Alright, I won't send it either."
Luo Xiang: "I'm going to sleep, my eyes are barely open. Goodnight."
Yun Yan: "Goodnight, muah! (kiss emoji)"
These two best friends, secretly sending messages and not telling each other, truly exemplified superficial sisterhood.
The next day was the Mid-Autumn Festival.
One of China's three largest traditional festivals. There's a saying, "After Mid-Autumn, look forward to New Year's Eve," implying the year is drawing to a close.
Those who need to hustle should hustle; if you don't, you won't even have money to go home for the holidays.
Early in the morning, Old Wang, Jack Ma, and Penguin Ma went out to buy groceries. It was a festival day, so the spread would naturally be more lavish than usual.
Around ten in the morning, Xia Feng came downstairs and gathered everyone.
Since it was a festival day, Xia Feng intended to give them some gifts. His gifts were naturally elixirs.
Although they each had one, these were never too many, and no one would complain about having too many.
Qin Wen and Qin Dou currently had none, a fact Xia Feng was aware of.
"Young Master Xia, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival," everyone offered their greetings to Xia Feng.
"The same to you all. It's a festival today, so here are some small gifts for you." As Xia Feng spoke, Du Labi Te and Ying Lun Bi Te, the grandfather and grandson duo, placed trays on the table. The trays held boxes of elixirs, totaling fifteen portions, which naturally included Liu Jingru.
Even though Liu Jingru had only just arrived at the villa as a guest, Xia Feng made sure to include her.
"Thank you, Young Master Xia."
Everyone's eyes lit up at the sight of the elixirs in the trays, their faces flushed with excitement.
Two of them were somewhat confused: Zhou Gangyi and Liu Jingru.
They didn't know what was inside the boxes, but judging by everyone's excited expressions, it was undoubtedly something precious.
Liu Jingru especially. These were all major bosses, and they were acting so thrilled, as if they had just received gold.
"Distribute one box per person," Xia Feng instructed everyone.
"Alright, thank you, Young Master Xia." No one stood on ceremony; everyone there understood Xia Feng's temperament, and excessive politeness was something he disliked.
Anyone who could enter this villa had earned Xia Feng's approval. Otherwise, do you think anyone could just walk in?
Liu Jingru picked up a box. Xia Lin, seeing her bewildered look, walked over and whispered in her ear:
"This gift is priceless. Someone would buy it from you for ten billion instantly."
Liu Jingru blinked in surprise, her mouth slightly agape, utterly stunned.