"Ms. Wan, the employees recruited from Mushroom Village have completed all the onboarding procedures and can start work tomorrow."

The butler stood in the office, a faint and warm smile on his face as he reported to Wan Qian.

"Also, the village chief of Mushroom Village is very grateful for your willingness to help solve the villagers' employment problem. However, due to various reasons, he's unable to meet with you for the time being, and he sends his sincere apologies."

Wan Qian, sitting in her office chair with her chin propped on her hand as she played Spider Solitaire on the computer, looked up upon hearing the steward.

"Oh, the village chief is far too polite. I was planning to thank him for providing our farm with so much talent."

On the day of the Mushroom Village God Worship Festival, after the earthquake struck, Doctor Jiang, Hao Shijun, and the others disappeared without a trace.

Wan Qian thought that in the chaos, they must have escaped in time. She was a little surprised at how quickly they had run, yet also felt a twinge of regret for not exchanging contact information—she didn't know if she'd ever see them again.

Afterward, Third Uncle, who had fainted, was revived by the villagers' efforts. The very first thing he did upon waking was to discuss recruitment for the farm with Wan Qian.

Third Uncle's heart was filled with sorrow and helplessness.

From the rabbit incident, he had already realized that Ms. Wan was a ruthless, decisive woman. But he hadn't expected her to be this extreme.

The greatest reliance of Mushroom Village was the Dog God. Surely, even the village chief hadn't foreseen that the Dog God's sudden disappearance was because Ms. Wan had captured it—turning it into the farm's guard dog.

The villagers' generations-long devotion to the Dog God had been sustained by a sacred canon that had descended from the heavens. And yet, that sacred canon had been burned to ashes by those outsiders!

Since Ms. Wan had been associating closely with those outsiders from the moment she arrived, Third Uncle couldn't help but suspect that she had played a part in orchestrating the burning of the sacred canon.

Perhaps, from the very start, Ms. Wan had never given Mushroom Village a choice.

By taking control of the Dog God and burning the sacred canon, she had severed all their paths of retreat—forcing Mushroom Village to be bound tightly to the great vessel that was Dark Farm.

Once he realized this, Third Uncle felt a chill crawl down his spine. What kind of meticulously planned scheme, decisive methods, and overwhelming strength was this?!

The owner of Dark Farm—truly terrifying!

But Third Uncle could tell that this farm owner's ambition went far beyond the small Mushroom Village.

After the recruitment, as she left the village, Ms. Wan lingered in the woods at the village entrance, searching almost the entire forest and capturing several servants of the Flesh-and-Blood God.

Such an audacious act could even be called a provocation. Could Ms. Wan's ultimate goal be to confront the Flesh-and-Blood God directly?

Now, dressed in the farm's uniform, Third Uncle steadied his complicated emotions. He turned the handle, pushed the office door open, and stepped inside. Slowly, he walked to Wan Qian's desk and stopped.

"Farm owner, you wanted to see me?" Third Uncle asked respectfully, head lowered.

Wan Qian gave a brief "Mm" and studied him.

That day, when Third Uncle fainted on the altar, she had worried that he might have had some sudden health issue.

Now, seeing him standing here in uniform, looking in good spirits, she felt relieved.

Third Uncle kept his eyes down, not daring to meet hers, but he could feel her gaze lingering on him.

Nervousness prickled at him; sweat gathered in his palms as he tried to guess her reason for calling him here.

Finally, after a moment of silence, Wan Qian spoke. "Third Uncle—"

"You can just call me Old Three!" Uncle San hurriedly said. In his heart, he knew how fearsome Wan Qian was—he wouldn't dare let her continue calling him "Third Uncle."

Wan Qian looked at him disapprovingly. They were old acquaintances, and he was much older than her, with high status and prestige in the village.

With so many employees from Mushroom Village now on her farm, it wasn't unreasonable for her to give him a little face.

"It's fine, Third Uncle, listen to me," Wan Qian said.

"Alright, alright." He didn't dare argue further, adopting a "please speak, I'm listening" posture.

"I think you're a dependable man, and the villagers respect you. So, I want to appoint you as head of the Human Resources Department."

"What?" Third Uncle froze, immediately suspecting this was a test, and waved his hands frantically.

"No, no, I could never handle such an important position."

Wan Qian couldn't help but laugh as she saw him shaking his head like a rattle.

"Oh, come on, don't be so modest." She stood up, came around the desk, and faced him with genuine sincerity. "I believe you'll do well—you can definitely help me manage the farm's personnel matters."

Third Uncle stayed silent. Carefully, he raised his eyes to study her expression, wondering what she truly meant by this.

With a pleasant smile, Wan Qian continued, "By the way, Third Aunt's cooking is quite good. Our farm currently needs a cafeteria chef—I think she can handle it.

And you mentioned before that you and Third Aunt have a son. Why not have him work on the farm too.

Oh, and... that boy Xiaosong—living alone in the village is rather pitiful. As it happens, I have a partnership with a school. In a few days, I'll visit and check the environment. If it's suitable, we can send Xiaosong there to study."

Wan Qian was very satisfied with her arrangements.

Third Uncle could assist the village chief in managing the village, so surely he could handle HR.

She had wanted to recruit Third Aunt ever since her first meal at their home.

As for their son, well, she thought that since Third Uncle was older, if he ever got sick or injured, their son could step in to help.

And helping Xiaosong get into a school? Just a small matter, an employee benefit.

Hearing her smiling words, a layer of cold sweat formed on Third Uncle's forehead.

With this move, the farm owner had his entire family firmly in her grasp—of course he would work diligently for her.

He had no room to refuse and could only nod heavily. "Thank you for trusting me. I'll do my best for you."

Wan Qian nodded in satisfaction. She knew that with such favorable working conditions and benefits, there was no way he'd turn her down.

Indeed, good bosses like her were rare these days.

After sending Third Uncle off, Wan Qian turned to the butler, who had been standing quietly nearby.

"By the way, what's the name of that school you mentioned—the one that wants to work with us to supply their cafeteria with vegetables?"

The butler's smiled gently. "Yucai Middle School."

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