Leaving the conference room, Lin Chu returned to his own room.
After a moment's thought, he decided to give Liu Junfeng a call.
"Brother Feng, how do you like Paris? I'm buying a bank here, and I want you to be a director. I'm seriously short-staffed. Just hold the fort for two years, and once we have more people, you can step down if you want. This is a desperate plea for help."
There were seven board seats. Old Bian could fill two of them—both operations-heavy positions—which left the other five for Lin Chu to coordinate himself.
It wasn't that there were no positions available.
Rather, the problem was too many openings and not enough people.
After all, they were developing so quickly that their logistics and talent pool couldn't keep up at all.
The group had previously recruited a batch of students from Qingbei as management trainees, but they had only been there for a few months and were far from being seasoned enough.
Liu Junfeng: ...
