Looking into Qiu Jun's eyes, Xing Baohua nodded and said, "He's a good person. Like you, he only cares about research and development, and he doesn't care about anything else. I not only treat him as an employee, but also as a friend."

So I paid close attention to his life, his food, clothing, housing, and even his wife – I was the one who helped him find a wife.

Xing Baohua kept trying to pat himself on the back. If Xiao Tian were there, he would definitely say: "Pah!"

Perhaps during his student days, Xiao Tian was someone who only studied classical texts, and his classmates generally knew his personality.

Qiu Jun smiled slightly, looking quite satisfied. Despite Xing Baohua's capitalist mindset, his humanistic management style was still quite good.

There may be a generational gap, and people of this era may not be able to understand for the time being how the care shown by superiors feels like a great favor that they can never repay, so they can only give their lives for them.

But on the other hand, when big bosses worship the God of Wealth, they spend more money to buy offerings and burn incense to pray to Buddha, but they're actually worshipping clay sculptures! They're seeking psychological comfort.

Employees who can help you make money are the real gods of wealth. If you don't properly worship a living god of wealth and instead spend a lot of money to worship a clay sculpture, you'll either get your head stuck or be kicked by a donkey.

"Xiaotian's environment is very good. If you come here and are like him, the company won't take care of your personal life unless you are like him. Of course, most of you with technical backgrounds are the same. You will all work day and night on a project or coding."

After Xing Baohua finished speaking, Qiu Jun waved his hand and said with a smile, "Mr. Xing is exaggerating a bit. However, I am quite satisfied with my current job."

"That software development company in Hong Kong? It's very small right now, but I believe that with your joining, it will become a big company in the future. DaMi also grew from a small company to a large one. I believe in your abilities."

"Thanks."

"Let me ask you a question: Do you still have the heart to soar for your country?"

Xing Baohua's statement was essentially an attack on the other party's psychology. Although Qiu Jun and Xiao Tian were in different classes, they shared the same advisor. Both graduated from the National University of Defense Technology and majored in the same field.

Unlike Xiao Tian, ​​Qiu Jun was assigned to work in a local area, a job unrelated to his major. Since he had always wanted to pursue software development, he met a Mr. Zhang from Hong Kong.

Everyone may have felt like they have unappreciated talent, but very few people actually find a mentor who can recognize their worth.

Regardless, Xing Baohua still wanted to test the waters, because the ambitions of someone who had been navigating the social world for several years were different from those of someone who had just graduated.

Qiu Jun pondered for a moment, then asked, "Why do you ask that?"

"It's just a simple test to see if you still have the ambition to strive for the rise of our country!" Xing Baohua said.

"Don't tell me that joining your company will serve the country. You're a private enterprise, so I might as well go to a certain company; at least that's a government-affiliated job."

Xing Baohua wasn't angry at Qiu Jun's statement. After all, the other party knew very little about DaMi. To outsiders, DaMi might appear to be just a computer and mobile phone manufacturer or even an assembler, but its core operations could be counted on one hand.

Even a reliable old factory manager like Lao Li didn't know what the core of the rice business was doing.

"If something you're developing benefits the country, and happens to be targeted by the CIA, and they decide to destroy it if they can't get it, would you feel that it's honorable or dishonorable? Would you abandon the development because it involves your own security?"

"Why are you asking such a childish question? Did you call me here just to talk about this?" Qiu Jun asked, dissatisfied.

"Don't get excited, this is the last question. Just tell me the truth." Xing Baohua looked at the somewhat agitated Qiu Jun with a calm expression.

"Okay, I can tell you that the day I stepped into school was the day I began to serve my country. Even if you conscript me now, I'll go wherever you point me. If I don't have a gun, I'll go with my keyboard."

"Don't get excited, sit down and talk, sit down and talk." Xing Baohua quickly stood up and invited the agitated Qiu Jun to sit down. The honest man was getting impatient with the questions.

Children who grow up under the red flag all have a red heart, but many paths are blocked, and they cannot find a way to repay the country.

Xing Baohua personally poured tea for Qiu Jun and tossed him a cigarette, but Qiu Jun didn't touch it. He turned his head away, looking as if he was angry.

"Xiaotian and I are practically brothers in arms. Some time ago, we did a secret project for the General Armaments Department. After the project was completed, Xiaotian and his wife were on vacation in Shanghai. His wife is also pregnant. Coincidentally, there was a project in Dami's lab, so I asked him to postpone his vacation and come back to help."

While packing, his wife noticed a red dot flashing on their suitcase. She called Xiaotian over to check, and luckily, he had some experience, so he pulled his wife out the door. Boom! The entire apartment building was reduced to rubble.

Xiao Tian was seriously injured. His wife was a little better off, but they almost lost their baby. When I went to see him in the hospital, we were attacked a second time. I was also shot in the back and am still receiving injections and medication.

Xing Baohua recounted what had happened between her and Xiao Tian as if telling a story. Qiu Jun turned around and looked at Xing Baohua intently.

"We know why we were killed: because we had something that scared the enemy. They always wanted to make us fall behind, hinder our development, and even make us complacent."

In Xiao Tian's words, as long as it contributes to technological progress, every extra day he lives is a bonus. I provide the money, he provides the labor; because there are few core personnel, he has to work overtime, the kind of work that you can't stop him from doing.

Xing Baohua felt no guilt whatsoever. The overtime work wasn't voluntary for Xiao Tian; it was work that Xing Baohua had arranged. This led Xiao Tian to mentally curse Xing Baohua whenever he had to work overtime.

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