One Yuan First Recharge: I'm Actually the Boss Behind a Fortune 500 Company

Wang Hao had a lot of free time for the next three days.

On the first day, he made a symbolic trip to the company and sat at his workstation for two hours.

When team leader Lao Ma saw him, he patted him on the shoulder with a smile:

"Xiao Wang, you're a hero in our department now. You don't need to be so punctual. Just let us know if you need anything."

This statement was partly polite and partly true.

After closing several large deals in a row, Wang Hao has become a "phenomenal" figure in the sales department.

His colleagues looked at him with envy and curiosity.

The next day, he simply didn't go.

Anyway, Yu Xinxin is really great—that girl is practically a tireless sales machine.

Every day when Wang Hao wakes up, his phone promptly sends him payment notifications, ranging from tens of thousands to thirty or forty thousand yuan.

In just three days, Yu Xinxin's sales revenue from selling alcohol alone exceeded 100,000 yuan.

One hundred thousand!

A 20% commission, that's 20,000 yuan!

Including the orders he had placed before, Yu Xinxin had brought him a commission of 30,000 yuan in less than a week.

But now Wang Hao is worried about another issue, namely Lin Wei.

Today is the third day since the deadline for submitting the manuscript, and it's already afternoon, but there's still no word.

He couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Although Yu Xinxin could bring him a good commission, the money wasn't immediately available, but Lin Wei was different.

As long as the manuscript is approved, the money will be in his hands immediately, and only what he receives is his.

Time passed little by little.

Two o'clock, nothing happened.

Three o'clock, and still no movement.

Wang Hao was getting restless.

He opened "Behind the Scenes" and glanced at Lin Wei's surveillance footage—she was sitting at her workstation, staring intently at the screen, her fingers moving rapidly across the graphics tablet.

Still busy.

Wang Hao resisted the urge to send a message urging him to hurry up.

He has to trust the professionalism of Five Star Talent.

4:30.

My phone finally vibrated.

It's not WeChat, it's a game notification.

Wang Hao practically lunged forward, grabbed the phone, and opened it.

Lin Wei's private messages:

"The initial draft of the women's clothing store's overall visual upgrade has been completed. A total of forty-three design files have been packaged and sent to you. Please check your inbox."

This is followed by a larger compressed file.

Wang Hao's heart raced, and he quickly downloaded the app.

Unzip and open the folder.

It's divided into categories: homepage visuals, product detail page templates, main image series, banner collection, brand element extensions...

He opened each one one by one to look at it.

The homepage has a minimalist style with a sophisticated gray-pink color scheme. The model photos are neatly arranged with a precise visual focus.

There are five versions of the product detail page template, each with a different style to suit different products, but the overall tone remains consistent.

The main images are even more stunning—the lighting, texture, and composition make each one look like a magazine spread, yet they perfectly match the sales attributes of e-commerce.

Although Wang Hao is not a fan of women's clothing, his basic aesthetic sense tells him: this stuff is high-end.

He immediately packed the entire folder and sent it to Wu Liang via WeChat.

Postscript: "Liangzi, first draft, all of it. Let your cousin take a look."

send.

Then it's just a matter of waiting.

This time the wait was longer than last time.

Ten minutes passed, and Wu Liang did not reply.

Twenty minutes passed, and still nothing happened.

Wang Hao was a little flustered.

Could it be... that the customer is dissatisfied?

This shouldn't be the case. He's seen Lin Wei's level before; she has a five-star talent!

Just as I was lost in thought, my phone finally rang.

Wu Liang made a voice call directly.

Wang Hao quickly answered, "Feeding? Liangzi, how is it?"

On the other end of the phone, Wu Liang's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement:

"Holy crap! Haozi! Where the hell did you find this god-like designer?"

Wang Hao felt a sense of relief: "What's wrong? Is your cousin... satisfied?"

"Satisfied? That's more than just satisfied!" Wu Liang's voice rose eight octaves.

"My cousin just saw it and immediately posted the picture in her boss's group chat to show off! All the people in the clothing business in the group are asking who made it and how much it cost!"

He paused, then took a breath: "My cousin said the drawing doesn't need any changes, just the final version!"

"The final payment has already been transferred to me, 24,000 yuan, not a penny less! I'll transfer it to you now!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he received two money transfers in his WeChat chat.

Wu Liang transferred 20000 RMB to you.

Wu Liang transferred 4000 RMB to you.

Wang Hao stared at the number, his hand trembling slightly.

Twenty-four thousand... plus the previous deposit of six thousand, that's thirty thousand.

In addition, there's the expected commission of 30,000 from Yu Xinxin's side...

It's reached 60,000.

Sixty thousand!

It's only been a few days!

"Haozi? Haozi, are you listening?" Wu Liang shouted on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, I'm listening," Wang Hao replied, his voice a little dry.

"My cousin also said," Wu Liang continued:

"She has several sisters who also run online stores, and they all wanted this design."

"Ask me if you take these jobs; the price is negotiable."

"Can your friend... manage to schedule all the work?"

Wang Hao's heart started beating even faster.

A long-term meal ticket!

It's truly a long-term meal ticket!

"Yes!" he said without hesitation. "As long as the timing isn't too tight, I can handle it."

"Okay! I'll send you all the requirements later, and you can discuss the quote with your friend."

As Wu Liang spoke, his tone suddenly changed, "By the way, Haozi, you haven't been to the company these past few days, have you?"

"Tomorrow's the weekend, so we're off," Wu Liang reminded him. "How about... we go out for dinner and drinks tonight? It's been a while since we two brothers have had a proper get-together."

Wang Hao thought about it and agreed.

Wu Liang helped him so much, he should be treated to a meal.

"Okay, you choose the place, it's on me."

"Alright! Same place then, 6:30, the hot pot restaurant at the street corner."

"..."

At 6:30 p.m., Wang Hao arrived at the hot pot restaurant on time.

Wu Liang was already there, sitting by the window, waving at him.

Wang Hao walked over and sat down.

The shop was warm and cozy, a completely different world from the outside.

"Have you ordered yet?" Wang Hao asked.

"I've ordered." Wu Liang pushed the menu over. "Take a look and see if you want to add anything else."

Wang Hao glanced at the dishes and saw that they were all main courses: tripe, beef aorta, beef, and shrimp paste.

This meal must have cost at least two or three hundred.

In the past, he would have definitely felt the pinch.

but now……

"Add another serving of pig brains," he said.

"Wow, you're really extravagant now," Wu Liang joked, beckoning the waiter to order more dishes.

Wang Hao said, "Hey! You've always treated me before, so I can't be too stingy this time, can I?"

Wu Liang smiled and said, "Okay!"

The broth was served quickly, the red oil was bubbling and the aroma was irresistible.

The two chatted while eating.

"Haozi," Wu Liang picked up a slice of tripe and dipped it in the pot several times.

"Honestly, your sales performance lately... it's like you've been on fire. What's going on?"

"Sharing your experience with your brothers?"

Wang Hao had anticipated that he would ask that question.

"I was lucky." He said, sipping the beef in the hot pot, trying to keep his tone as calm as possible.

"I met a few big clients, and with a lot of referrals, things started to take off."

Wu Liang stared at him for a few seconds, then nodded: "That's true. In sales, sometimes it really comes down to luck. You were just a little unlucky before."

He didn't ask any further questions.

After all, they were childhood friends who grew up together. He knew what kind of person Wang Hao was. If he really had connections, he would have made it big long ago.

There seems to be no other explanation for this situation other than luck.

"Oh, right," Wu Liang suddenly remembered something, "you said you wanted to move houses, are you still going to?"

Wang Hao's eyes lit up: "Change it! We have to change it! My dilapidated house is freezing cold in winter."

"Didn't you say you were broke?" Wu Liang looked at him suspiciously. "What, you've really struck it rich?"

Wang Hao mumbled, "I had saved some up before, but I was reluctant to spend it."

"I really can't stand it anymore. If I stay here any longer, I'll get sick from the cold."

Wu Liang didn't doubt it and nodded: "That's true, I've been to your place, it's definitely not a place for humans to live."

He thought for a moment and said, "The apartment I live in is alright. It has air conditioning and a private bathroom."

"1,500 a month, one month's rent as deposit."

"I know the landlord. He said he has a vacant apartment in the next complex. Shall I ask him for you?"

1,500... that's three times more expensive than it is now.

But Wang Hao did the math.

I currently have over 30,000 yuan in hand, and I also have design orders and beverage commissions coming up. The rent of 1,500 yuan is manageable.

And most importantly—it's warm.

He will most likely not need to go to the company every day in the future, and will have to stay at home most of the time.

A warm environment is so important.

"Okay!" Wang Hao decided. "You ask around for me, and if there are any vacant rooms, I'll move in tomorrow."

"I happen to have tomorrow off, you can lend me a hand!"

"No problem," Wu Liang readily agreed. "I'll take care of the moving."

With the house deal settled, Wang Hao felt a little more at ease.

He took a sip of beer, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke:

"Ryoko, there's something else... I want to buy a car."

Wu Liang was scooping shrimp paste when he heard this and paused: "Buy a car? Why do you suddenly want to buy a car?"

"My cousin is getting married on the 22nd of the twelfth lunar month, and I have to go back to attend the wedding." Wang Hao briefly explained his family situation. "Not having a car... is unacceptable."

After listening, Wu Liang put down his chopsticks and thought about it seriously:

"Your cousin is getting married, and as her brother, you have to show your support. What's your budget?"

"Around 100,000 yuan," Wang Hao said. "A domestic one is fine, I can drive it back to give to a bride, and use it for getting around the city."

Wu Liang didn't speak immediately, but took out his phone and did some calculations.

"Haozi, let me do some math for you." He looked up:

"With the orders you've closed these past few days, you'll be getting at least 70,000 to 80,000 yuan by the time you get paid on the 15th!"

Wu Liang analyzed, "With 80,000 yuan, there are actually quite a few options."

"If you're willing to take out a loan, you could even look at the BMW 3 Series or Mercedes-Benz C-Class. They've had significant price reductions right now, and you can get one for around 200,000 yuan. The down payment would be around 80,000 yuan, and the monthly payment would be 3,000 to 4,000 yuan."

Seeing Wang Hao frown, he quickly added:

"I'm not advising you to buy the expensive one, I'm just saying it's possible."

"If you want to pay in full, there are quite a few good cars around 100,000 yuan, both joint venture and domestic brands."

Wang Hao remained silent for a while.

Wu Liang was right. If everything went smoothly, he could indeed raise 100,000.

It's not impossible to even take out a loan and buy a better car.

but……

"No, thank you." He shook his head. "Just 100,000, cash only. Domestic brands are fine."

Wu Liang was somewhat surprised: "Why? If you have the budget, go for a better one. It'll make you look good when you drive it back."

Wang Hao smiled wryly: "Liangzi, I'm not like you."

"You've been stable these past few years and have saved up some money."

"I...I'm terrified of being poor."

He paused, then lowered his voice: "This money comes quickly, but I don't know if I'll be able to earn it again in the future."

"I feel uneasy with the monthly mortgage payment on my shoulders."

"What if this wine doesn't sell one day? I won't even be able to pay off the loan."

Wu Liang opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

He understood what Wang Hao meant.

He had also experienced those days of uncertainty, living hand to mouth.

"Okay." Wu Liang patted him on the shoulder:

"Ten thousand it is. I'll keep an eye out for you; there are quite a few good cars in this price range. I'll let you know if I find a suitable one."

"Thanks, bro."

"No need to thank me." Wu Liang raised his glass. "Come on, let's have a drink."

The two clinked glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

The hot pot was steaming, and the night outside the window was deepening.

Looking at his reflection in the glass, Wang Hao suddenly felt that this winter wasn't so hard to endure after all.

We need to move to a new house.

The car... seems to be settled now.

As for my parents... this year when I go back, I'll finally be able to bring something decent instead of going empty-handed.

He picked up a perfectly cooked slice of beef, dipped it in the sauce, and put it in his mouth.

Spicy, fresh, and fragrant.

This is the smell of making money.

It's also... the taste of hope.

"Oh, right," Wu Liang suddenly remembered something:

"I'll send you the requirements for my cousin's friends' orders tomorrow."

"Tell your friends not to quote too low a price; they have plenty of money."

"Okay." Wang Hao nodded.

He felt a little more at ease. If both Yu Xinxin and Lin Wei's relationships were to generate stable revenue, then he should have more money when he went home for the New Year, and he wouldn't be in such a tight spot anymore.