An Yiqing noticed the eyes of these two people, bright, full of energy, yet carrying a hunter-like sense of danger. With just one glance, An Yiqing could tell that these two youngsters were definitely not as simple as they appeared.

"Oh Liao! Is this the chairman you mentioned? So young?" The gray-haired man looked at An Yiqing in surprise and walked forward, "Hi, dear Oriental Beauty, I’m Bob Bain, just call me Bob. It’s really amazing, I can’t believe a listed company’s chairman is such a young girl!"

An Yiqing stood up, smiled slightly, and shook hands with Bob. "Mr. Bob, using someone’s age to judge capability is not the perspective a professional should have."

Bob was dumbfounded for a moment, a light gleamed through his eyes, and his look at An Yiqing became more respectful.

"You’re right, dear Miss An, pleased to meet you."

The silent Horan also stepped forward and shook hands with An Yiqing, "Miss An, Horan Blaine."

"Welcome both of you to Xuanjin, please have a seat."

An Yiqing led Horan and Bob to their seats, Zhang Yuksheng and Liao Jinglin also sat down.

"If there’s nothing else, I think we can get straight to the point. Jinglin should have explained the purpose of your visit. Is there anything you wish to ask?"

An Yiqing’s straightforwardness was unanimously appreciated by the two. For the Xuanjin People, Bob and Horan had a very good impression, but there was one thing they didn’t quite understand.

The Xuanjin People speak too circuitously, a sentence winding round and round takes quite a while to say. This made Bob and Horan, who were always action-oriented, feel very uncomfortable.

However, An Yiqing did not have the common flaw of Xuanjin People; in public speaking, time is money.

"Beautiful Miss An, I would like to ask what the management philosophy and future plan of Xuanjin Yulong are?" Bob, who was relatively skilled in communication, asked.

An Yiqing paused for a moment, then softly spoke, "More than a year ago, I first founded Yuyuanzhai and got to know our General Manager Zhang Yuksheng. At that time, I told him I would lead him to the peak of the world. Now, I still stand by these words. I don’t believe in fate; I only believe that those who work hard will succeed. It is because of this belief that Xuanjin Yulong created miracle after miracle. If you ask me the management philosophy of Xuanjin Yulong, I can tell you it is to continuously surpass oneself and create miracles. If you ask me about future plans, I remain with these four words: create miracles."

Bob and Horan glanced at each other, surprised by An Yiqing’s words. They have visited many companies, but whenever they asked about management philosophies and plans, the counterparts would bring out thick documents, droning endless professional jargon, making them drowsy.

Those companies were neither unprofessional nor financially weak, nor did they offer poor treatment. However, Bob and Horan couldn’t find a sense of drive, an atmosphere of daring innovation and ambition.

This was also the reason they left their previous group. There were too many rules and regulations, and their enthusiasm and ideas had no space to be realized.

Upon entering the Xuanjin Yulong office building, the two could already feel the different atmosphere here, full of energy and explosive power. Most employees of Xuanjin Yulong were young, without the numbness and fatigue seen in other companies, but rather marked by more vigor and vitality. This situation Bob and Horan rarely encountered.

"Miss An, I’d like to ask why are Xuanjin Yulong’s employees so... happy." Yes, happy.

An Yiqing, Zhang Yuksheng, and Liao Jinglin exchanged smiles and cheerfully said to Horan and Bob, "At Xuanjin Yulong, there aren’t so many rules. You do what you excel at. Instead of focusing on interpersonal relations and all-around development, the company prefers to foster outstanding talents capable of standing on their own. Here, there’s no clear division between superiors and subordinates. As long as you have ideas and capabilities, you can fully showcase them. If you feel you haven’t understood enough, there’s just a meeting on new products this afternoon, both of you can come and experience it. I believe after the meeting, you will surely come to love it here."

Bob and Horan looked at each other, sensing a faint anticipation in their hearts.

That afternoon, concerning the launch of new products by Xuanjin Pharmaceuticals, Xuanjin Yulong’s top management held a meeting primarily discussing sales models and plans.

Bob and Horan, as spectators, felt for the first time just how... terrifying Xuanjin Yulong’s meetings are.

A large group sat around the conference table, initially talking freely, expressing opinions. Then, when disagreements arose, a hand slammed on the table, sleeves rolled up, debates began. A large group, faces flushed, stretched necks, each expressing their views—not insulting, not quarreling—the ideas spoken were all pearls of wisdom, leaving Bob and Horan in shock.

Forty minutes later, everyone had roughly finished shouting, and the silent An Yiqing finally spoke up, delivering an almost perfect plan. Then, everyone waved their hands, and it was approved!

The meeting disbanded, and those who had been shouting spittle-flying and nearly fighting earlier then walked off with arms around each other.

"How was it, both of you? Anything you want to say about Xuanjin Yulong?" An Yiqing asked with a smile to the two stupefied individuals.

Bob regained his composure, shook his somewhat dazed head, "Miss An, are you always like this?"

"Of course."

"Aren’t you afraid they’ll fight?" Bob asked in astonishment.

An Yiqing smiled silently, got up and walked to them, "Xuanjin Yulong always protects its employees, as long as you’re justified, the company will accept you unconditionally. Our employees are just like family; the two of you, if you disagree with your brothers, would you bear grudges after arguing?"

"How do you make them treat the company as home?" Horan suddenly asked.

"We tell every new employee, here, you’re the manager."

The two were stunned; making every employee a manager—this idea, they had never heard before.

After a while, Bob suddenly nodded.

"I like it here, I want to join. Horan?"

"Agreed."

An Yiqing smiled serenely and extended her right hand, "Welcome, both of you, believe that in the near future, you will feel proud of today’s decision."

That night, to welcome Horan and Bob, An Yiqing generously treated Xuanjin Yulong’s top management to a club. Horan and Bob once again watched as the group of elites, clad in high-end suits and full of professional terms in their speech, instantly transformed into crazed spirits, clutching microphones howling heart-rendingly.