CHAPTER 79: AT LEAST SHE THINKS I’M NOBLE.

He coughed. "Well... about that... We don’t exactly have spare offices yet. How about you work from home for now? Don’t worry, we’ll give you food and housing subsidies."

Yeji tilted her head. "You spent a million on me and then told me to... work from home?"

Even for someone who liked Suho, she couldn’t help but feel baffled. Other bosses bleed their hires dry. This guy just wants to pay me to stay out of sight. He’s either an idiot... or too rich to care.

"At least let me handle risk assessments or employee training," she offered.

Suho sighed inwardly. Damn system. If I don’t give her anything, I’ll get penalized for ’passive sabotage’ again.

"Fine. In two days, prepare a legal education seminar. Our staff could use a crash course in labor laws and compliance."

Yeji nodded. "Understood. It’s important to popularize legal awareness in any company."

Great. At least she thinks I’m noble. If only she knew I’m trying to make the company lose lawsuits.

"Uncle Wu, check this out." Lee Wonho proudly tapped the new induction sensor door. "Only employees with key cards can enter now. Even if someone finds a lost card, the system updates regularly, so outsiders can’t sneak in."

Wu Yi, the head chef, let out a long breath of relief. "Since you installed this, it’s been quiet. Before, people from other factories kept sneaking in. Some only came for food, fine. But some went upstairs, trashed the leisure room, and even stole things! A billiard ball disappeared, a racket went missing... One was even broken in half, like someone used it to fight a gorilla!"

He shook his head. "If it weren’t for Mr. Suho’s good temper, I’d be pulling my hair out. Instead, he just told me to report to you to replace everything. But now, with this door, I finally have peace."

Lee Wonho puffed his chest. "That’s why we need leaders with vision. This door wasn’t cheap, but Mr. Suho approved it in seconds. Shows he values order."

"True," Wu Yi admitted. Then he rubbed his stomach and grumbled. "But this morning exercise he makes us do every day? Too painful. I’ve lost more than ten kilos. Another month and my wife won’t recognize me."

Lee Wonho smirked, but before he could reply, Wang leaned in seriously.

"There’s still a problem in the cafeteria, and this one we really have to solve."

Lee Wonho’s eyes lit up instantly. Another chance to spend Suho’s money? Finally, something fun again.

In addition to purchasing a few workshop fabrics and raw materials, Lee Wonho’s main duty that day was simple: handle the canteen.

The workshop orders were routine—just replenishment on a schedule. The canteen side was even easier. Auntie Su had already prepared daily menus; all Lee Wonho had to do was glance at her recipe list and phone the supplier, and food would be delivered directly.

That was it.

His only real "job" afterward? Keeping receipts, compiling purchase reports, and handing them off to the finance office.

In short, he had way too much free time. So lately, he filled his hours with the terrifying task of "learning Excel." The poor man looked like a caveman discovering fire whenever someone showed him how to make a pivot table.

But today, when he overheard there was a problem in the canteen, Lee Wonho’s eyes lit up as if someone had handed him a treasure map.

"It’s not a big deal," sighed Wu Yi, the canteen head chef. "Mr. Chen told us to make as much food as possible, so the employees never go hungry. I followed his instructions—cooked extra portions—but now it’s unpredictable. Some days there’s way too much left over; other days it’s just enough. If I make less, I worry people won’t get enough. But if I make more, I end up dumping trays of food. It’s such a waste."

Every time he watched trays of untouched sweet-and-sour ribs go straight into the trash, Wang’s heart ached.

Lee Wonho rubbed his chin in deep thought. Waste really was shameful... but employee meals had to be guaranteed. That meant erring on the side of cooking more. So the question became, how to handle the leftovers?

After a long pause, Lee Wonho’s eyes gleamed.

"There’s a solution—we can sell the leftovers."

Wang blinked. "Sell? Sell to whom?"

"Think about it. You’ve seen those food trucks outside the industrial park at noon and evening, right? They sling two meats and a veggie for thirteen dollars. Their portions are tiny, everything crammed into little plastic grids. Our food is way better; the chefs here are all hotel-trained, and our dishes are loaded with meat. If we just buy some takeout containers, we can package leftovers into sets: two dishes and a big box of rice. Fifteen dollars a box."

"Fifteen?" Wang frowned. "That’s higher than the trucks. Who would buy it?"

Lee Wonho smirked. "Plenty. First, our cooking blows those food trucks out of the water. Second, our portions are generous—our ’two dishes’ are bigger than their three. And don’t forget: we serve real rice, not the sad clumpy stuff they pass off as edible. Fifteen is a bargain. Plus, we’re not making this to get rich—it’s just dealing with leftovers. If we sell fifty boxes, that’s fifty lunches saved from the trash. Even if we don’t sell out, we lose nothing."

Wang hesitated, but Lee Wonho pressed on.

"One more thing. Our factory gets off work earlier than the others. By the time our employees finish eating, nearby workers are just clocking out. We’ll have the leftovers boxed and ready before anyone else can grab dinner. It’s perfect timing."

"...Then maybe we should try," Wang muttered.

"Exactly!" Lee Wonho slapped the table like a general issuing orders. "I’ll go buy disposable containers right now. Tonight, we test the waters."

Meanwhile, Wu Yu stood in front of a sleek office tower with two rookie colleagues, each holding a gift box. He checked his phone’s GPS and grinned.

"This is it. Director Jin Wu should be here."

The three of them entered the lobby, rode the elevator, and soon stopped at a floor with the company sign:

Horny Princess Interactive.

Wu Yu’s eyes widened. "So this is Boss Suho’s other company..."

The receptionist looked up as they approached. "Hello, who are you looking for?"

"We’re from Steel Cup T-Shirt Factory. Here to see Director Jin Wu," Wu Yu answered politely.

At the mention of Suho’s factory, the receptionist immediately straightened. This wasn’t just any group of visitors; these were people from Boss Kim Suho’s first company, the core foundation of his empire. She hurried to call the director’s office, then personally went to fetch him from the employee studio.

Sure enough, Jin Wu was there, notebook in hand, scribbling while leaning over an employee’s shoulder like a stern teacher.

"Director, some salesmen from Steel Cup are here for you," the receptionist whispered.

"Wu Yu?" Jin Wu’s brows lifted. He stood, smoothing his shirt, and walked out.

"Hello, Director Jin!" Wu Yu quickly stepped forward and bowed. The gift box in his hand looked awkwardly expensive for a young rookie’s budget.

One glance was enough for Jin Wu to understand. Ah. Bribery 101.

"Come with me."

Inside the office, Wu Yu nervously offered the gift. "Master, I didn’t know what you liked, so I bought some tea. Please accept it."

At his subtle eye signal, the two colleagues scrambled forward with their own offerings.

Jin Wu placed the boxes on his desk and gave a rare chuckle. "Not bad. You’ve only been in sales for a short time, but you’ve already learned this trick."

Wu Yu scratched his head sheepishly. "Master teaches well."

"Hmph. Don’t flatter me. I haven’t taught you nearly enough yet," Jin Wu said with mock sternness, then waved for him to sit. "So tell me, what is it you need?"

Wu Yu straightened, palms damp with sweat. Time to explain.