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

After sending the message and waiting a few minutes, Zhou Jianjun replied:

"Yes, boss. What are your instructions?"

Wang Hao typed: "There's something important that you need to prepare in advance."

"The company plans to expand its scale after the New Year and is preparing to recruit 13 new employees."

"Positions include, but are not limited to: sales, design, photography, post-production, administration, etc."

"You are in charge of the recruitment standards. The core requirements are: strong ability, hard work, and a sense of responsibility."

"There's no rush. You can keep an eye out during your vacation. If you find a suitable candidate, you can make contact with them."

"After resuming work after the Spring Festival, I will prioritize this task."

"You should prepare in advance, including a recruitment plan, job descriptions, salary budget, etc."

"Is there a problem?"

After sending the message, Zhou Jianjun quickly replied:

"Understood, boss. I'll begin preparations."

"However... Boss, I have a question."

"Please speak," Wang Hao replied.

Zhou Jianjun: "The company currently only has 7 employees. Although the business volume has increased, suddenly expanding to 20 people will significantly increase personnel costs."

"I'd like to confirm if the company has enough business to support the salaries of so many people?"

Looking at the message, Wang Hao understood Zhou Jianjun's concerns.

As an executive, he needs to consider the company's operating costs and sustainable development.

This is normal.

Wang Hao replied, "Don't worry about the business; I'll handle it."

"The company will be undertaking more large-scale projects in the future, and we need enough manpower to support them."

"You just need to arrange the recruitment, and leave the rest to me."

Zhou Jianjun was silent for a moment, then replied, "Understood, boss. I will formulate a recruitment plan as soon as possible and report back to you after the New Year."

"it is good."

Wang Hao breathed a sigh of relief after exiting the chat.

The task has been accepted, and the direction has been set.

The rest is just a matter of taking it one step at a time.

He looked at the countdown timer on his phone screen—89 days, 23 hours, and 58 minutes.

There's still enough time.

He can finally have a peaceful New Year.

I'll come back after the New Year and then properly plan the company's development.

As for that apartment...

Wang Hao smiled.

If he can actually get it, he will have truly settled down in this city.

At that time, my parents can come and live with us.

He no longer needs to rent a house.

Everything will get better and better.

"..."

With the company's expansion underway, I felt a little more at ease.

He glanced at the time; it was a little past four in the afternoon.

Since he had nothing better to do, he remembered what Xiaoya had told him to take Su Qing with him when he went back.

Although I've agreed to it, I still need to confirm the time with the other party in person.

Wang Hao swiped his phone and opened WeChat.

He hovered his finger over the screen for a few seconds before finally tapping the input box.

"Are you there?"

After sending the message, Wang Hao felt a mix of emotions.

The first time he contacted me after the breakup was for this kind of thing.

About two or three minutes later, Su Qing replied:

"exist."

It's a very short word.

Wang Hao continued typing:

"Xiaoya said you want to take a ride back together. I'm leaving promptly at 6 PM the day after tomorrow. Can you manage your schedule?"

Su Qing replied very quickly this time:

"Yes, it doesn't conflict. I'll take half a day off the day after tomorrow, that'll be fine."

Wang Hao: "Okay, I'll contact you then."

After sending the message, he was about to exit WeChat when he noticed that the chat box on Su Qing's end displayed "The other party is typing...".

It displayed for a few seconds, then stopped.

After a while, it displayed "The other party is typing...".

Then it stopped again.

Wang Hao was somewhat confused and stared at the screen, waiting.

About half a minute later, Su Qing sent a message:

"Wang Hao".

Just two words.

Wang Hao frowned and replied with a question mark: "?"

Then it showed "The other party is typing...", and this time it lasted even longer.

Wang Hao could even picture Su Qing hesitating as she typed, deleted, and typed again on the other end of the phone.

Finally, new information has arrived:

"Let's have dinner together tonight."

Wang Hao was stunned for a moment.

Have a meal?

He stared at the words for a few seconds, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.

To be honest, he didn't really want to go.

Having dinner alone with my ex-girlfriend feels incredibly awkward.

But then I thought, we'll be traveling together for several hours the day after tomorrow, so it's better to talk things out today to avoid any awkwardness on the road.

And he himself did not eat lunch.

Wang Hao thought for a moment and replied:

"it is good."

Su Qing quickly sent her a restaurant address; it was a hot pot restaurant not far from their neighborhood.

"Six o'clock, is that alright?"

Wang Hao: "Okay."

"..."

At 5:30 p.m., Wang Hao quickly washed up, changed his clothes, and went out.

I arrived at the hot pot restaurant in less than ten minutes in my newly bought BMW 330.

After parking the car and entering the store, a waiter warmly greeted me: "How many are in your party, sir?"

"You two have an appointment, your surname is Su."

"Miss Su has arrived. This way, please."

The waiter led him inside, through the bustling lobby, to a booth by the window.

Su Qing was already sitting there.

She wore a beige knit sweater today, her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and she wore light makeup, making her look softer than usual.

The hot pot base and several dishes were already laid out on the table, the red oil broth bubbling and steaming.

Seeing Wang Hao approach, Su Qing looked up and smiled at him, "You're here."

"Okay." Wang Hao sat down opposite her.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

Neither of them spoke first; only the sound of the pot boiling could be heard.

Finally, Su Qing broke the silence:

"It's been... a long time since we ate together, hasn't it?"

Wang Hao nodded: "It has been several years."

"Three years and four months," Su Qing said softly. Only after she finished speaking did she realize that she remembered it too clearly. A hint of unease flashed across her face, and she quickly lowered her head to stir the condiment bowl in front of her.

Wang Hao was also taken aback.

Three years and four months.

It turns out she had been counting down the days.

"Let's order." Su Qing pushed the menu over. "Take a look and see what else you want to eat. I've just picked a few things."

Wang Hao took the menu and glanced at it casually: "That's enough, this will do."

He ordered another serving of tripe and beef, then handed the menu to the waiter.

After the waiter walked away, the two fell silent again.

As darkness fell outside the window, the lights in the hot pot restaurant were warm and bright, and the surrounding area was filled with lively chatter and laughter.

Their table was unusually quiet.

"How's work been lately?" Su Qing finally spoke, her tone as relaxed as possible.

"It's alright," Wang Hao said. "It's better than before."

"What exactly do you do?" Su Qing asked, her eyes filled with curiosity.

Wang Hao paused for a moment: "Sales."

"Sales?" Su Qing frowned slightly, though she quickly relaxed, but Wang Hao still caught the fleeting change in her expression.

Sure enough, Su Qing picked up her teacup, took a sip, and said carefully, "..."

"Wang Hao, actually, your previous major, visual communication, has pretty good career prospects if you can delve deeper into it."

She paused, then continued:

"Sales... can be a quick way to make money, but it can also be unstable."

"You need to think this through carefully. After all, you're almost thirty, and you need to plan for the long term."