Hearing Zhao Dafa's question, Ren Yan couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"It won't come to that, President Zhao, you're underestimating everyone's loyalty to you."
"What's the use of loyalty to me, loyalty doesn't bring money, and without money, you can't eat or support a family."
Ren Yan looked at him and said, "Those who stayed are the old employees who fought alongside you, everyone believes that you, President Zhao, won't leave us starving. I also believe that you won't be easily defeated."
"Oh, are you intending to cling to me now?"
Ren Yan smiled, "If you want to see it that way, that's fine."
"Fine then."
Zhao Dafa stood up, adjusted his collar and appearance, and instructed Ren Yan, "Notify everyone, meeting in the conference room in five minutes."
"Got it!"
Five minutes later.
Looking at all the familiar faces, Zhao Dafa felt quite gratified.