Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 219 Recruiting

The day the documents were obtained, Song Huan stood at the entrance of Tianqi Internet Cafe, clutching a bunch of keys in her hand.

The cold air has moved south again these past few days, and it's been a bit chilly.

Xiao Yunqing stood beside him, wrapped in a scarf, with only her eyes showing.

The key was inserted into the lock, turned, and the lock opened.

As the glass door opened, a faint smell of dust wafted out, mixed with the plastic smell of the computer.

Song Huan went inside, reached out and touched the wall, found the light switch, and with a "click," the light turned on.

The fluorescent light flickered twice, then stabilized, illuminating the entire hall with a stark white light.

Rows of computers were neatly stacked, their screens all facing the same direction, like they were in a queue.

The chairs were neatly arranged, and each seat had an empty headphone stand in front of it.

The floor is covered in gray ceramic tiles, which have been wiped clean and are so shiny they reflect light.

Xiao Yunqing followed behind him, looking around curiously.

She walked up to a computer, bent down to look at the case, and then stood up to touch the monitor.

"It's so clean."

Song Huan nodded. "My mom came to help clean up."

Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment, then turned around to look at him.

"Why didn't you agree when your aunt offered to watch over this internet cafe for you last time?"

Song Huan walked to the window and drew back the curtains.

Sunlight streamed in, shining brightly on the floor.

"The most troublesome thing is when family members interfere in your career."

He turned around and leaned against the windowsill. "If my mom comes, she'll think this isn't good enough and that needs to be changed, and I'll feel awkward saying no. Over time, business will suffer, and our relationship will be strained."

Xiao Yunqing nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

She thought about it again, and then, almost as if possessed, asked a question.

"And what about me?"

After asking the question, her face turned red, from her cheeks to the tips of her ears.

Song Huan looked at her like she was an idiot, "You're stupid, it doesn't affect me at all."

Xiao Yunqing's face turned from red to purple, and she was so angry that she looked around for things to smash.

He grabbed a mouse from the side, raised it, and then put it down.

I picked up the keyboard, but then it felt wrong, so I put it down again.

Unable to find a suitable match, he could only wave to Song Huan.

"Come here."

Song Huan walked over.

She raised her hand and slapped the back of his head.

After she finished, she chuckled, revealing her white teeth.

Song Huan rubbed the back of her head, said nothing, and smiled.

The two of them walked around the internet cafe.

There are seventy or eighty machines on the first floor, and another forty or fifty on the second floor. The staircase is in a corner, and the iron railings are painted white.

Zhang Xuejuan came to clean over the weekend, so every corner was spotless. She even wiped down the toilet faucet, making it so shiny you could see your reflection in it.

As night fell and darkness descended, Song Huan turned on all the lights.

The chandelier in the lobby, the wall lamps, and the flickering lights of the computer screens in standby mode illuminated the entire internet cafe brightly, like daytime.

Xiao Yunqing walked to the freezer and opened the glass door.

There were a few bottles of drinks left inside, lying haphazardly.

She rummaged through the bottles and pulled out a bottle of honey grapefruit tea from the very back.

I glanced at the production date on the bottle cap; it hadn't expired.

Her eyes narrowed with delight as she unscrewed the cap, took a sip, and exclaimed, "This internet cafe is really great!"

Song Huan walked over and leaned against the freezer next to her. "It's a pity the location is a bit out of the way. If it were in the city center, it would definitely be bustling."

He looked at the empty seats, then at Xiao Yunqing.

"Would you like to come with me to recruit employees tomorrow?"

Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment, with the honey grapefruit tea still in her mouth.

"Where to?"

With his hands in his pockets, Song Huan asked, "Where do you think people like playing video games but are short of money? They'd love to turn gaming into a profession?"

Xiao Yunqing thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up.

"cybercafe!"

……

The next morning, the two stood at the entrance of the StarCraft Internet Cafe.

The neon lights on the sign don't light up during the day.

Pushing open the door, the smell of smoke was still so strong, mixed with the smell of instant noodles.

The blond guy was sitting at the front desk, legs crossed, scrolling through his phone.

He looked up, saw Song Huan and Xiao Yunqing, and was stunned for a moment.

"Hey, long time no see."

He put down his phone, looked them up and down, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Song Huan leaned against the counter. "Hiring."

The blond-haired man was taken aback. "Hiring? Hiring with me?"

He laughed, revealing a set of yellow teeth. "My guys are all internet addicts. Why would you hire them? Besides, aren't your families government officials? Why are you running a business?"

Song Huan ignored him, turned around, and glanced around the internet cafe.

There weren't many people in the morning, just a dozen or so scattered around.

Some were sleeping on their desks, some were watching movies with headphones on, and some were playing games, their keyboards clattering away.

Song Huan's eyes swept over each figure's back like a searchlight.

He doesn't judge people by their faces, he judges them by their hands.

Those whose fingers fly across the keyboard, whose eyes are glued to the screen, who grumble when they lose a game but immediately start another—these are the people he wants.

He walked up to a boy.

The man was in his early twenties, wearing a gray hoodie with worn-out sleeves.

He was playing Fantasy Westward Journey, with five accounts running on the screen, his fingers dancing across the keyboard like he was playing the piano.

Song Huan stood beside him and watched for a while.

"Dude, your hand speed is impressive."

The man didn't even look up. "Not bad. You'll be like this if you play too much."

Song Huan took a poster out of his pocket and placed it on the table. "We've opened a studio over there that specializes in making money by playing games. It's a base salary plus commission. You can come and take a look if you're interested."

The man stopped.

He turned to look at the poster, then at Song Huan, somewhat doubtfully: "Is it real?"

Song Huan pushed the poster towards him, "Tomorrow at 2 PM, the address is on it. You'll see when you get there."

The man picked up the poster, folded it, and stuffed it into his pocket. "Okay, I'll go take a look."

Xiao Yunqing stood to the side, holding a stack of posters in her hand. Seeing that Song Huan had finished talking to one, she quickly handed one over.

Song Huan took it and walked to the next seat.

A girl, about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, wearing a black down jacket, is playing World of Warcraft.

Her hand speed isn't fast, but her operation is very precise; every skill is executed perfectly.

Song Huan glanced at it for a few seconds, then placed the poster on her desk. "Our studio is hiring, for gaming. Feel free to come and take a look if you're interested."

The girl looked up at him, her eyes filled with surprise. "Hiring people to play games?"

"Hehe, of course." Song Huan chuckled.

"What's the base salary?"

"One thousand and five, plus commission."

The girl picked up the poster, glanced at it, and said, "Okay, I'll go."

Huang Mao sat at the front desk, watching Song Huan talk to each person one after another, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

He stood up, walked over to Song Huan, and lowered his voice, "You're running a studio?"

Song Huan didn't look at him.

"Um."

Huang Mao scratched his head and looked at the people Song Huan had talked to.

Some were looking at the posters intently, while others had already started packing their things.

He gritted his teeth. "Your studio really makes more money than an internet cafe?"

Song Huan finally turned to look at him. "What do you want to do?"

Yellow Hair swallowed hard. "I'll think about it."

Song Huan didn't say much and turned around to continue looking for people.

I visited six or seven internet cafes in one morning.

In this day and age, most of those who frequent internet cafes are unemployed people or internet-addicted teenagers.

Hearing that you can make money by playing games, many people can't resist.

Song Huan talked while Xiao Yunqing handed her a poster. The two worked together seamlessly, like workers on an assembly line.

When Xiao Yunqing came out of the last internet cafe, she had already handed out all the posters in her hand.

She shook her aching hand and looked at Song Huan, "Huanhuan, we've invited over thirty people today. But how are we going to manage them? You have to go to school all the time, so you definitely can't manage them. And you don't let your auntie help."

Song Huan frowned; this was indeed a problem.

He stood by the roadside, hands in his pockets, watching the cars come and go.

There's no good solution right now; we can only take it one step at a time.

He was about to speak when his gaze suddenly froze.

Across the street, a person got off a bus.

He was wearing a white shirt, carrying a canvas bag, with messy hair and thick black-rimmed glasses.

He got off the train, stood on the platform, looked around, and then walked over here.

Song Huan's eyes lit up.

He suddenly turned around and hugged Xiao Yunqing tightly.

Xiao Yunqing froze, her hands hanging in mid-air, unsure of where to put them.

Her face turned red starting from her neck, then down to the tips of her ears, and finally to her earlobes.

"Little Cloud, you are truly my lucky star!"

Song Huan let go of her and ran away.

He took long strides, his clothes billowing in the wind.

Xiao Yunqing stood there, her face flushed, her mouth agape, still not understanding what had happened.

She watched Song Huan's retreating figure, touched her face—it was burning hot.

He just... hugged me?

But she didn't have time to think about it and quickly chased after him.