Before looking for new talent, Yang Jia pulled Bai Ting to a corner and asked a pressing question, "It seems our company doesn't have a name yet."
Actually, it was just as well that Zheng Yizhao didn't want these people. After all, now that the company was being separated, it would be more convenient to recruit under the company's name to avoid future disputes. But the problem was, even if this wasn't a company yet, it still needed a resounding brand to attract people, right? Otherwise, who would be willing to work for them if they didn't even know the company existed, or even its name?
Bai Ting scratched her head. "I would have forgotten if you hadn't told me. It's time to come up with a name. Otherwise, it would be so embarrassing if someone asked what company it was."
It was surprising that Feng Qingxuan hadn't asked. Perhaps this girl's personality was inherently unusual, and her interests were rather peculiar. But not everyone could be like her. So it was best to be prepared.
"Then what do you think is a good name?" asked Yang Jia, who has difficulty in naming.
Bai Ting looked embarrassed. "You won't like the name I chose."
"Would you like to hear it first?"
"How about Green Company, Battleship Company, or Pioneer Company?" Bai Ting asked excitedly.
Yang Jia: "... Let me think about it again."
Bai Ting had already guessed that she wouldn't be able to use it, so she didn't care. "Then you figure it out yourself. I'll find you a table, but you have to hurry."
She grabbed Feng Qingxuan and carried the table, leaving Yang Jia and Bai Ting alone. Yang Jia looked around and found a spot with a good view, planning to set up the table there later. It certainly couldn't compare to the Nirvana Guild's information desk next door, but it would be more eye-catching to attract people.
Li Bai followed and saw Yang Jia standing there in a daze, so he asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"We also need to make a poster so people can know what we do at a glance." Yang Jia said, "It needs to be eye-catching so people will notice it."
Li Bai looked around and saw the remaining materials from the guild piled up not far away. He walked over, picked up one of the rolls of white cloth, and walked over to Yang Jia to unfold it. "Is this enough?"
"That's enough." Yang Jia took it and looked at it for a while, then said, "It doesn't have to be too complicated, just write some words, the main thing is to make it big." There were no writing materials here, but there were various shops near the hotel. Yang Jia ran over and came back soon with two buckets of paint and brushes.
She asked Li Bai, "How is your handwriting?"
"It's okay." Li Bai thought for a moment and gave a very vague answer.
"Then you do it." Yang Jia shoved the brush into her hand. Li Bai said it was okay, and it shouldn't be too bad. After all, she always held herself to high standards. At least it should be much better than her own sloppy handwriting.
Li Bai didn't refuse. He spread the white cloth on the ground, opened the lid of the paint can, and dipped a long-handled brush in the paint before looking at Yang Jia. "What do you want to write?"
"Just write... let me think about it. Write 'Games aren't just about leveling up and killing monsters. Feitian Group sincerely welcomes all kinds of talents.' That's it for now."
"Feitian Group?"
"What do you think of the company name I just thought of?" Yang Jia didn't know how he came up with it. At the moment he spoke, a light bulb went off in his head and he thought of this name. The more he thought about it, the better it seemed.
Li Bai turned his head and stared at Yang Jia for a while. When he saw a puzzled look on Yang Jia's face, he turned his head away and continued writing, saying, "Not bad."
Maybe many people don’t know the special meaning of the word “Feitian”, but Li Bai is one of the few people who knows the inside story: the intelligent main brain of the game “Reality” is named Feitian.
Of course, these two words are drawn from mythological times and are used in many places. But this is a game, where everything that happens, every tiny detail, is under the control of the mastermind. In this case, why did Yang Jia choose such a name?
This thought flashed through Li Bai's mind, but it did not affect the stability of her writing at all. After a while, she finished writing the two sentences.
Yang Jia leaned over to take a look.
As someone who'd been using a keyboard since she was learning to walk and talk, Yang Jia had never considered her handwriting ugly. After all, handwriting was rare these days, and it was a skill she'd rarely used except to show off, so why bother wasting time and effort learning it? So, aside from calligraphy lessons in middle school, she'd never even picked up a pen.
But now, in front of Li Bai's words, Yang Jia suddenly felt what it meant to "feel ashamed of himself".
Although Li Bai's image as an all-knowing and all-powerful person has long been established, it's still a shock to discover that she knows more than one might have anticipated. After all, human energy is limited. Most people can only choose between specializing deeply and studying broadly but superficially. However, there are a few geniuses who can achieve mastery of everything.
After cutting off the piece of white cloth, Yang Jia picked up a wooden stick to secure the two ends. Then he looked at Li Bai in embarrassment, "It seems that it is too big. Even with a frame, it won't be able to support it, right?"
"Don't be arrogant." Li Bai said.
Before Yang Jia could ask, she had already rolled up the cloth and held it in her hand. Then, she spotted a nearby lamppost, ran a short distance, and simply stepped on it to climb up. Because she was moving fast enough, she was just using the pillar for leverage, so it looked like she was "walking" up, as if she were walking on flat ground.
This unusual movement caught the attention of many people nearby, and exclamations and discussions quickly spread. It was likely that soon, everyone in the square would know the news.
Li Bai moved quickly. In just a few seconds, she had climbed to the top of the lamppost. Then she hung one end of the rolled-up cloth strip on the protrusion of the lamppost and "walked" down backwards.
The speed at which the cloth strip unfolded was almost synchronized with her. When Li Bai fell to the ground, the cloth strip was completely unfolded, revealing the words written on it.
Just then, Bai Ting and Feng Qingxuan brought back the table and chairs. Li Bai pointed to the empty space under the lamppost and said, "Put it there."
After the table was set up, there was a banner hanging behind it, and anyone passing by would definitely not miss it.
As the four of them settled down behind the table, a number of people gathered around. These people might not have any special skills, or even a desire to join them; they were simply drawn to Li Bai's heroic performance and gathered to watch the fun. But it was undeniable that this did bring in some crowds, which was better than a deserted and unattended gathering.
So Yang Jia's attitude was very kind and he told everyone everything he knew.
After a while, someone finally hesitantly squeezed to the front. He took a closer look at Yang Jia before saying, "I remember you. Excuse me, this place is recruiting special talents, right?"
"That's right." Yang Jia was shocked and immediately put on a kind smile on his face. He opened the registration book and asked, "What are your specialties?"
"I'm studying robot manufacturing." The visitor was a thin boy with his head lowered. He seemed not good at communicating with others, and his words were not confident at all. "It doesn't seem to be of much use. It doesn't matter if you don't need it. I know a lot of other people..."
"No, no, no, we need all kinds of talents." Yang Jia handed him the registration book, "Please register your name, specialty and contact information here. By the way, do you have any contact information?"
"Yes." The man holding the pen and writing in the registration book did not even look up. "I saw it for sale yesterday... It was quite interesting, so I bought one to study. I took it apart and took a look. It was made rather crudely..." At this point, he suddenly paused, as if realizing that he had talked too much, and closed his mouth.
Yang Jia's eyes lit up. She glanced at the registration book and read out the boy's name, "Zhang Zitao, can you make a better communication tool?"
This one or two hundred yuan phone is definitely only a transitional device. If real-world technology advances faster than in-game, then perhaps it would be possible to create a smartphone with a long battery life? Then, not only could they be sold to gamers, but they could even consider the indigenous market. This way, the company might be able to develop a healthy profit model, at least without being tied to the Nirvana Guild, where profitability is entirely determined by the guild itself.
"I can." said Zhang Zitao.
He didn't say "try," nor did he use vague words like "maybe" or "perhaps." There was no hesitation on his face, nor the timidity he had previously displayed. Clearly, he possessed absolute confidence in his field.
"Then welcome to Feitian Group." Yang Jia extended his hand to her. "Now, you are one of us. Would you like to wait here and meet your new companions, or do you want to go and rest first?"
"I'll stay," Zhang Zitao said. "Actually, I know a few people who are pretty good too. I've been to the Nirvana Guild before, but unfortunately they don't accept anyone."
"It was my mistake. I didn't consider the actual situation," Yang Jia said. "Do you have their contact information? If possible, I hope they can come here and take a look. Regardless of whether they join or not, I want to apologize for misleading everyone before."
"Let me try." said Zhang Zitao.
Technicians are always more likely to be interested in things that others overlook, so these people also bought mobile phones and left their numbers after getting to know each other. However, since they had never contacted each other before, Zhang Zitao was not sure whether they would come again.
As a result, none of the five people present had expected that Zhang Zitao's phone call would have such a good effect, and a hundred or two hundred people came!
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