Waving an open checkbook through a high-power megaphone outside the main gates of the Taichu Sanctuary High-Tech Park, Director Vance stood beside ten idling black Mercedes vans as morning sunlight glinted off East Lake.
Beside the vans, Director Vance and Murong Jie had erected three white corporate recruitment canopies.
Ten international headhunters in tailored charcoal suits were standing behind fold-out tables stacked with red cash envelopes and foreign passports.
Vance held a high-power megaphone, his foreign accent echoing loudly across the landscaped driveway.
“Attention, research personnel of Science Park Lab 7!” Vance shouted, waving an open checkbook. “Academician Fang is an old fool trapped in nineteenth-century patriotism! He asks you to sacrifice your youth for three thousand yuan a month!”
Murong Jie stepped up beside Vance, tapping the microphone with a gold pen.
“We know your families are struggling!” Murong Jie yelled through the speakers. “You have thirty-year mortgages in Tianhai! Your children cannot get into top municipal kindergartens! Your elderly parents cannot afford private health insurance! Vance Global is offering an immediate two-million-yuan cash signing bonus to every researcher who signs today!”
Two headhunters held up glossy brochures displaying private laboratories in Munich, Zurich, and California.
