Meng Lang pushed the IOU back in front of Duan Xian, his face serious.
"There's been a problem bothering me lately, Mr. Duan. Could you help clear it up for me? This small token is hardly a sign of my respect."
"Is it about romantic issues?"
As soon as Duan Xian heard the familiar address "Mr. Duan," he revealed a knowing smile.
The four years of dormitory lights-out meetings were not held in vain.
"Mr. Duan's insight is as sharp as a torch."
"Don't butter me up. Go ahead."
"Ahem! It's rather complicated. You see, I have a friend who recently started a company. He has many employees, but their enthusiasm for work is always low.
So, while increasing their monetary incentives, he also wants to create a more positive work attitude emotionally.
What I want to ask is about the issue of their love lives."
"Uh..."
Duan Xian was somewhat baffled.
"I have a friend" is a typical opener, but owning a company with many employees isn't playing by the book, is it?