Chen Yan, pressed back into the sofa by Zhao Ying's single hand, looked up at her blankly. "What's the matter?"
Zhao Ying let go of Chen Yan and smacked her lips before saying,
"Actually, it's nothing too important."
"These people were all poached by me."
Chen Yan, filled with question marks, "Yeah, so? What's wrong?"
Zhao Ying, "When I poached them, I used some... um, tactics."
"They might have agreed to join our company, but that doesn't necessarily mean they're willing."
Chen Yan, "Huh?"
Zhao Ying, "Also, they have no idea what game you're developing or understand anything about its quality."
"So, you need to start from scratch and explain to them about your game and work."
Chen Yan, "Huh huh?"
Zhao Ying said, "Oh, right, there's something even more important. Since I was so focused on recruiting these people for you, I... forgot to calculate their salaries."
"This morning, I took a look, and the salaries for these five people would come to about 230,000 a month."