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

Wang Hao went to the stairwell, found a step to sit on, and took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

He reopened the game and clicked on Yu Xinxin's avatar.

He first browsed around the chat box to see if there was a function to send files—luckily, he found the attachment icon below the input box.

Wang Hao breathed a sigh of relief, quickly switched to Green Bubble, saved the PDF of the company's wine introductions, and then also saved the customer phone number form assigned to him.

He switched back to the game and attached both files together.

Then type it out in the chat box, one word at a time:

"Xin Xin, I have a task for you."

"First, take a look at the product introduction and brochure to understand these wines clearly."

"The table contains customer phone numbers. Try contacting them and sell as many as you can."

"It's okay if you can't sell them, don't put pressure on yourself."

After sending it, he felt something was missing, and then he slapped his forehead—that's right, where do we collect the money?

So I switched back to the green bubble, saved the payment code, and sent it over as well.

"If a transaction is completed, the customer can simply transfer the money to this QR code."

How can we just do the work without talking about money?

He typed, with a cigarette dangling from his lips:

"I'll have Sister Wang transfer 2000 yuan to you first as a task incentive."

"Like I said, don't be nervous. If sales are good, there will be bonuses later."

Not long after, Yu Xinxin replied:

"Boss, received it! Don't worry, I will do my best to live up to your trust!"

An emoji followed by it.

Looking at the phrase "I will not let you down," Wang Hao felt inexplicably embarrassed, yet also warmed.

He typed "Go for it!" in the chat box, but when he clicked send, the system popped up a message:

[The daily limit for individual chats with employees is 3 messages; today's limit has been reached.]

Wang Hao was taken aback. He had never discussed this with his employees privately before, and this was the first time he had heard about this restriction.

Fortunately, the three messages have already explained everything that needed to be explained.

He quickly exited the chat, clicked on Finance Sister Wang's profile picture, and sent her a message:

"Sister Wang, please send Yu Xinxin a separate incentive bonus of 2000 yuan. Please process it immediately. Thank you for your hard work."

Sister Wang quickly replied, "Received, will process it immediately!"

Seeing this, Wang Hao exited the game and put his phone back in his pocket.

He subconsciously shook his head and smiled helplessly—he was really grasping at straws in his desperation, even doing something so outrageous.

But he didn't have any other options.

In real life, phone calls get increasingly silent, but in games... at least there's an echo.

After taking the last drag of his cigarette, he stubbed it out on the steps, got up, and walked back to his office.

After that, I made several more sales calls, but they either said "I don't need it" or "I'm busy," and I still didn't get any results.

Time flew by and it was noon. Wu Liang, who was sitting next to me, slid his chair over and leaned closer.

"Haozi, come on, my stomach's been growling for ages, let's go eat."

Wang Hao nodded, tidied up the messy documents on the table, and followed Wu Liang out of the company.

A cold wind blew in through the stairwell, and he shrank his neck.

What should we eat for lunch?

"The usual, Shaxian Restaurant, chicken leg rice." Wu Liang rubbed his hands together.

Wang Hao said, "Okay!"

After walking a few steps, Wu Liang said again:

"By the way, how about we go to the internet cafe for a couple of games after we eat?"

Wang Hao shook his head without hesitation: "I'm not going."

"Why?"

"I have no money!"

"Internet cafes are currently offering a 100 yuan bonus for every 100 yuan you top up, it's a pretty good deal." Wu Liang nudged his shoulder: "Relax, why are you so tense?"

"I really have no money," Wang Hao said honestly, his voice a little dry.

"We're almost at our breaking-even point for the electricity bill, and with the Lunar New Year just around the corner, how can I afford to spend money recklessly?"

"Besides, it's already the 20th, and I haven't closed a single deal yet. I won't even get my base salary next month."

After hearing this, Wu Liang's smile faded, and he didn't reply.

He knew Wang Hao's situation well—he was the one who initially brought Wang Hao to this company to work in sales.

However, Wang Hao doesn't seem to have much talent in this industry. The first few deals were basically made possible by Wu Liang's private connections and word-of-mouth.

The two were childhood friends who grew up in the same village, and their relationship was extremely close.

But as the saying goes, you can help someone in an emergency, but not someone who is poor, so Wu Liang didn't know how else he could help him.

After a moment of silence, Wu Liang reached out and wrapped his arms around his neck, shaking him forcefully.

"Haozi, you should think about this more yourself and put in more effort."

"There are people on the other end of the phone too. The more insincere you are, the more they will think your stuff is worthless."

"Yeah, I know," Wang Hao replied in a muffled voice.

"Alright, let's eat first. After we eat, come with me to the internet cafe. You don't have to play, it's fine. The sofas there are so comfortable, and there's free air conditioning. Isn't it better than sitting in the office like this?"

Wang Hao did not refuse and nodded.

The two turned into a Shaxian snack bar on the street corner, each ordered a chicken leg rice, sat down facing each other, and wolfed down their food.

"..."

Crescent Moon Company.

After receiving the information from Wang Hao, Yu Xinxin immediately began reading it without wasting a moment.

There's nothing else to it, this new boss is just too good to her.

When she applied for a receptionist position at this media company, the company was struggling financially, and the previous boss frequently delayed or kept wages low.

Until two days ago, the company suddenly changed its boss, and her monthly salary as a receptionist jumped from 4000 to 6000.

She was so happy to receive an extra two thousand yuan that she almost jumped for joy in her rented room.

While I was worrying about my mortgage payment today, my company suddenly gave me a bonus of 5000 yuan.

She looked at the text message on her phone that the money had arrived, counted it three times, and her eyes welled up with tears—this wasn't just a bonus, it was a lifesaver.

She felt incredibly lucky to have such a wonderful boss; it was a rare find.

So when she received her first task from her boss, her first thought was:

We must complete this task well, and not let the boss feel that he has given us this trust and care for nothing.

Anyway, the company doesn't have much business right now, so she spends most of her time at the front desk staring blankly at the computer.

What moved her the most was that her boss gave her a 2000 yuan incentive bonus before she even started making phone calls.

"Since the boss is so generous, I can't afford to be sloppy."

She whispered to herself that she was completely energized.

Although she is somewhat socially anxious when communicating with people face-to-face, she always rehearses her words several times in her mind before speaking.

But for some reason, when she called clients to communicate, she didn't feel any pressure—after all, it was over the phone, and no one could see or hear each other's faces; all they could hear was their voices.

She didn't even go out for lunch; she just ordered the cheapest fried rice delivery on the platform, quickly ate it, and then rushed to look at the product information.

After reviewing the information twice and mentally reciting the prices, characteristics, and suitable occasions for each wine, I felt I had memorized it. Only then did I take my phone and the printed customer form and hide in the meeting room.

She cleared her throat, looked at the first number on the form, took a deep breath, and pressed the dial button.

(P.S.: Please help me add this to my bookshelf, thank you so much! This is really important to the author! And this book is really good.)