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

The rehearsal started promptly at 17:20.

Simulated music plays, simulated host takes the stage, simulated parents and children enter, simulated leaders give speeches, simulated start of the hike, simulated mid-trip resupply, simulated sprint to the finish line, simulated awards ceremony...

Every step was like a real battle rehearsal.

Zhou Jianjun stood in the last row of the auditorium, his notebook filled with questions:

"The host spoke too fast at the beginning; please remind him to control the pace."

"The positioning of the hostesses during the awards ceremony conflicted with the camera positions, and adjustments are needed."

"The exit route intersects with the entrance route, posing a risk of congestion, and needs to be replanned."

"The volunteers' hand gestures are inconsistent and require further training."

……

19:30 in the evening.

There are 13 hours and 30 minutes left until the event starts.

By the time the rehearsal ended, it was completely dark.

Temporary lights were set up on the playground.

Everyone surrounded Zhou Jianjun, their faces showing exhaustion, but the light in their eyes had not yet gone out.

"The list of issues has 27 items in total." Zhou Jianjun held up the notebook in his hand:

"Now allocate resources and resolve them one by one."

"Zhang Wei, you're in charge of the first five items. Chen Ming, items 6 to 12, and Sister Wang, items 13 to 18..."

"I'm in charge of overall coordination and the final check." He looked at everyone:

"This is our first major battle."

"If we win, the company will survive, and everyone will benefit."

"We lost..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood.

"We won't lose." Chen Ming was the first to speak, his voice not loud, but very firm.

"We can't lose." Zhang Wei grinned, though he looked exhausted from the smile.

Lin Wei nodded.

Lei Zhen clenched his fist.

Sister Wang pushed up her glasses: "There will absolutely be no problems with the finances."

Yu Xinxin pursed her lips tightly: "I...I will keep a close eye on every detail!"

Zhou Jianjun looked at everyone and finally smiled: "Okay."

"Then—"

"Get to work!"

"..."

23:00am.

There are 9 hours and 30 minutes left until the event starts.

The conference room was brightly lit.

The boxed meals had long since gone cold, but no one had time to eat them.

The table was covered with blueprints, lists, walkie-talkies, and charging cables.

Chen Ming was giving the final training to the five volunteer group leaders. His voice was so hoarse that he could barely speak, but he persisted.

"Remember, the guiding gestures must be consistent..."

Lin Wei reviewed the report after finalizing all safety measures.

She carefully checked the signatures and dates on every document, including electrical safety inspection reports, stage structure reinforcement reports, and fire equipment inspection checklists.

Zhang Wei made his last phone call: "Security company, all twenty security guards must be on duty by six o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Yes, uniforms are the same, walkie-talkie channels are tuned..."

Sister Wang is checking every payment that follows—volunteer subsidies, fees for outsourced staff, final payments for temporary purchases… Every penny must be settled immediately after the event, without delay.

Yu Xinxin is compiling the last material allocation list.

Her hands were trembling slightly, not from fear, but from extreme focus and exhaustion.

Each time she checked an item, she would put a checkmark next to it, pressing the checkmarks harder and harder, as if she wanted to press all her unease into the paper.

Zhou Jianjun sat in the corner of the conference room with his eyes closed.

He didn't sleep; he mentally went over every time point, every step, and every person in charge for tomorrow, from six in the morning to noon.

Again and again.

One o'clock in the morning.

There are 7 hours and 30 minutes left until the event starts.

Problem number 23 has been solved.

Two o'clock in the morning.

There are 6 hours and 30 minutes left until the event starts.

Problem number 26 has been solved.

Only one item remained—the results of the investigation into the missing bib number.

Yu Xinxin returned from the security room, holding her phone, her eyes red-rimmed.

"We found it... It was someone from the transport company. They accidentally broke a box while unloading, and thirty sets fell into the seam. They didn't notice it until they were cleaning the truck this afternoon..."

She sniffed: "They just delivered it. I counted it; six hundred sets, not a single one missing."

Sister Wang took the pack of race bibs, carefully counted them, and nodded.

"Xin Xin, don't cry. This isn't your fault; it's the transportation company's responsibility."

"After the event, I will deduct the corresponding loss fee when settling accounts with them."

Yu Xinxin nodded vigorously, tears welling up in her eyes.

2:50 a.m.

There are 5 hours and 40 minutes left until the event starts.

Zhou Jianjun closed his notebook.

All twenty-seven issues have been resolved.

All reports, lists, and confirmations were neatly stacked in the center of the conference table.

He stood up and clapped his hands.

Everyone looked up.

"Now, stop working." Zhou Jianjun's voice was exceptionally clear in the silent conference room:

"All problems have been resolved, and all preparations are complete."

"The rest of the time is for rest."

He pointed to the corner of the conference room—where seven simple mattresses had been laid out at some point, with clean sleeping bags on top. The air conditioner was set to 26 degrees Celsius, and warm air circulated throughout the room.

"One seat for everyone. Lie down now. Silent your phones, but don't turn them off. I'll call you in case of an emergency."

"I will wake everyone up promptly at five o'clock in the morning."

No one speaks.

After eleven hours of intense tension, my nerves can finally relax a little.

Chen Ming was the first to stand up and head to the restroom.

His steps were unsteady, and the fatigue of the past seven days finally overwhelmed him at this moment.

Next was Zhang Wei, who was practically dragging his legs as he walked.

"..."

Zhou Jianjun checked the doors and windows one last time, then walked to his mattress and sat down.

He did not lie down.

He sat there, leaning against the wall, watching seven figures sleeping or trying to fall asleep in the darkness.

The fluorescent hands on the watch pointed to exactly 3 a.m.

There are 5 hours and 30 minutes left until the event starts.

Everything is ready.

All that's needed now is a few hours of rest and a little bit of luck.

"..."

Wang Hao leaned back on the sofa in his apartment, the glow of his phone screen reflecting on his tired face.

For those seven days, he kept almost the same schedule as these people.

When they arrived at the company in the morning, he would open the game and start watching.

He would stay up with them until whatever time they worked overtime in the evening.

At first, he thought it was just a game, and these people were just characters generated by code.

but now……

He felt himself deeply involved; he felt he had developed an indescribable bond with these people…

Wang Hao made a decision: no matter how the event went, he would definitely not be stingy with his rewards based on everyone's hard work.

He doesn't make empty promises, he just gives money!

Because this is what everyone truly needs.

At this moment, Wang Hao's eyelids started to droop; he was extremely sleepy.

But he still turned on his phone alarm.

Several plans were made, and even behind the scenes, he intended to stand with everyone through thick and thin.

"Damn it, even if it's just a game, I'll give it my all! I'm happy!"