Clayton simply sipped his coffee and watched the stock market, as if he was indifferent to what was going on outside.
In just one hour, more than a dozen people came over t o settle accounts with Jake.
Some went over to beg for forgiveness, to please Jake, or to withdraw their resignation letters. These people were mostly those who had just joined the company and had not yet established a firm footing.
Others went over to bribe Jake and used all sorts of methods to make Jake turn a blind eye when the accounts were checked.
Clayton shook his head and smiled. It was very entertaining.
Two hours later.
Jake refused to meet anyone. He was so tired that he could barely open his eyes.
He saw that Clayton was sitting there leisurely, bathing in the sun as if he was on vacation.
Then, he looked at his miserable self. For a moment, Jake could not accept their great disparity in moods.
Jake walked over and sighed.
"Mr. Sloan, see this situation? That meeting yesterday threw the company into turmoil."
The corner of Clayton’s lips held a light smile. "It'll be even more chaotic down the road. Jake, you have to be mentally prepared."
Jake rubbed his face and looked extremely helpless.
"Alright, then I want a pay raise!"
If Jake had to deal with such an annoying mess without a salary increment, he would quit.
Clayton bowed his head and laughed. "Okay, I’ll triple your salary, but your deadline is compressed to two years. After two years, I want to see a brand-new SF Corporation that's profitable."
The corner of Jake’s lips twitched, and he stiffened for a moment.
It was really a mix of temptation and risk.
Jake casually mentioned it, and Clayton surprisingly offered to triple Jake's annual salary.
However, the deadline to get the company back on track in three to five years was shortened to two years.
This meant that Jake had to face a more complex dilemma and speed up the process.
After thinking for a few seconds, Jake nodded his head and agreed.
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