In the early stages of the Jiuxiao organization, Hao Yunyang still needed to leverage his son Hao Zhenhua’s future advantages to carefully verify the application forms submitted by city-level liaison personnel. The most crucial step was to have Hao Zhenhua investigate the future development prospects of these individuals. Only outstanding talents could pass Hao Yunyang’s final checkpoint.
As a result, out of those twenty-plus application forms, Hao Yunyang only approved seven people to pass the assessment. The rest directly entered the second round of assessment, which was essentially just a formality. The ultimate fate of these individuals was simple: elimination!
Hao Yunyang could not be blamed for being ruthless. The Jiuxiao organization had just transitioned from concept to reality, and its foundation was still too shallow. Any unexpected incident could be devastating to the organization.
Therefore, Hao Yunyang was extremely careful in selecting members, preferring to miss a thousand potential candidates rather than accept an unsuitable one. Moreover, with the ability to consult his son Hao Zhenhua, almost all oversights could be avoided.
Time slipped by like a small boat gliding on a calm lake, imperceptible to those within it.
A full year had passed since the last meeting.
The thirty-centimeter stack of documents was quickly distributed to specific personnel under Zhao Chenxin’s sorting.
The former entertainment room of the villa had been converted into an office. The thirty people sitting inside were peripheral members selected by Hao Yunyang from those eliminated, now responsible for daily office tasks.
After completing the document distribution, Zhao Chenxin wiped the sweat from her forehead and left the orderly office, entering an adjacent room.
This was the archives room, housing numerous confidential files of the Jiuxiao organization, none older than seven or eight months.
“Sister Xin!” Su Jingchen, who had become the archives department head over the past year, stood up smiling: “What are you here for?”
“Just finished work and came to chat,” Zhao Chenxin laughed. “Where’s Shi Yu? Not here today?”
“He’s probably at Brother Wan’s special operations camp. He mentioned last night that Brother Hao is planning something and asked him to help Brother Wan implement it,” Su Jingchen replied with a grin.
One year of development, even though Hao Yunyang had always been selective in recruiting talents with a “better fewer but better” attitude, he realized the power of numbers when the organization expanded.
