'From this perspective, the system was the one at fault,' Yang Hui thought to himself, feeling not a shred of guilt. 'The system is the one behind all the bad things.'
After lunch, Yang Hui accompanied President Zhao on a stroll through the mall, mainly to check on the Ruijing Commerce store. He had been away for a month, and the store's management had grown a little lax. The employees still recognized him and came up to greet him.
"Manager Yang!" "Boss!"
President Zhao joked, "See? You still have a lot of influence in the company. Coming back this time, you're not just saving the company, you're saving them. Otherwise, all these stores would be gone."
Yang Hui just smiled. 'I'm only choosing to go back to rack up unemployment points and expand my unemployment benefits. I don't need him trying to guilt trip me. The system's rewards are far more tangible.'
