“Is the recruitment over?”
Jiang Qin reached for the folder and opened it to look at it. The content management department had hired about ten people and the review team had twenty people.
In addition, Wei Lanlan also identified several algorithm engineer candidates through the recruitment website, and the information sheets were also among them.
After Tonight Toutiao enters the self-media stage in the later stage, the amount of content will increase infinitely, and it will be troublesome to manually find the content of interest, so precise push will be the main development direction in the later stage.
This thing involves algorithms, so Jiang Qin asked Wei Lanlan to look for some candidates.
Of course, in addition to Tonight Toutiao’s need for algorithm engineers, the later stage of group-building unification of the market also requires the blessing of algorithms to achieve precise promotions.
For example, recommendations for good products and careful selection for group shopping require precise data to be pushed to users who may be interested in purchasing, so the formation of an algorithm team is essential.
This is the second step of the company’s development strategy, called the talent plan.
The current mobile Internet has just started, and everyone is competing for the market, so talents are relatively easy to obtain.
Wei Lanlan had previously interviewed these engineers through the recruitment company and asked about their salary requirements, which were marked on their files.
Jiang Qin turned his head, snatched the clicking ballpoint pen from Cao Guangyu, and marked every file. The principle was that he was not afraid of spending money.
He returned the pen and glanced at Cao Guangyu.
If he revealed how much money he had raised, Master Cao would probably not be able to sleep for a month.
The short class lasted five minutes, of which two minutes were spent reading the recruitment letter. However, during the remaining three minutes, Boss Jiang still fell asleep.
People in the classroom had been evacuated one after another, and the huge lecture hall became empty in an instant.
At this time, Feng Nanshu was lying obediently next to him, resting his arm on the side of his face, staring at Jiang Qin with a pair of bright eyes, and his long and curled eyelashes were dyed colorfully by the afternoon sun.
After lying like this quietly for half a minute, the little rich woman suddenly stretched out a white and tender finger and gently pressed Jiang Qin’s face, then pressed it again and again. Seeing that he was still awake, she was reluctant to call him.
Ten minutes later, Jiang Qin woke up from his dream, wiped his saliva, leaned back and stretched.
I don’t know why, but when I sleep in class, I always feel at ease as if I have studied well. Even though I haven’t listened to half of the words, I still feel that I am doing well in my studies. It’s really fucking amazing.
“Little rich woman, I’m so thirsty, can I have a sip of your water?”
Feng Nanshu nodded, unscrewed the lid and handed it to him.
This is a couple’s cup I bought for Christmas that year. It’s pink and white. There’s also a message on the inside of the cup saying “Wife Drinks Water.”
Logically speaking, good friends of the opposite sex are not allowed to use cups with each other, because this seems very ambiguous. After all, the cup is something that goes into the mouth. However, after the friendship has been sublimated, Jiang Qin often eats the tip of the little rich woman’s tongue, so there is no need to pay too much attention. It’s polite.
Jiang Qin took two sips and felt that the taste was sweet, lighter than the popsicle, but the ambiguity was very high.