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

Wang Hao stared at his phone screen, his fingers unconsciously tightening on the bed sheet.

Zhou Jianjun read the report three times, and each time he read it, he felt a tightness in his chest.

None of his three daughters are his biological children. He was betrayed for over a decade by his most trusted friend and wife, and now the children he raised are publicly accusing him online…

"Damn it," Wang Hao muttered under his breath, the veins on the back of his hand bulging slightly.

He is not the kind of person who easily empathizes.

Having worked away from home for many years, I've witnessed the coldness and warmth of human relationships, and my heart has hardened considerably.

But Zhou Jianjun's case is different.

Wang Hao closed his eyes, trying to completely immerse himself in the situation—

I worked hard for more than ten years, saving every penny, thinking I was fighting for my family and children.

Working overtime until late at night every day, drinking with clients until I vomit, thinking, "If I just persevere a little longer, I'll have enough money for my daughter's college education."

The results of it?

Three children, none of them are his own.

His most trusted friend had slept with his wife for over a decade.

The child who calls you "Dad" with a smile every day will turn around and write a long essay online criticizing you for being "cold" and "irresponsible".

"If I were Zhou Jianjun..." Wang Hao opened his eyes, his gaze somewhat frightening in the darkness:

"My first thought was definitely not suicide, it was murder."

"Kill that adulterous couple and show those ingrates what true indifference is."

But Zhou Jianjun did not.

He was still at work, still dealing with the company's trivial matters, and still maintaining that professional smile that said, "It's okay, I can handle it."

This is what really upset Wang Hao the most.

How resilient must this person be to still be able to show up at the company on time every day after going through all this?

Or rather... he's become so numb that he can't even feel pain anymore?

The reason I broke down emotionally today is probably because of the cyberbullying from that "daughter"!

It became the last straw that broke his back.

Wang Hao felt that at this moment, saying any words of comfort would be meaningless.

What he wanted to do was to re-establish Zhou Jianjun's belief in living, and that belief could be summed up in two words—revenge!

Having figured this out, Wang Hao picked up his phone again, but then hesitated.

How should he communicate this matter with Zhou Jianjun?

You can't just say, "Old Zhou, don't be discouraged, I'll take you to get revenge and kill that scumbag couple!"

This... Zhou Jun might even think I'm investigating him!

We need to find a way to help Zhou Jianjun recover without revealing that we know the inside story.

Wang Hao's fingers tapped on the screen, deleting and typing repeatedly.

Finally, he took a deep breath and sent the simplest message.

"Old Zhou, are you there?"

After sending the message, Wang Hao thought he would have to wait at least a few minutes.

After all, someone with an emotional value of only 11 might not even have the energy to reply to a message.

But unexpectedly, the reply came almost instantly.

Zhou Jianjun: "Yes, boss."

Wang Hao frowned.

How can someone on the verge of a breakdown reply to their boss's messages so quickly?

What does this tell us?

This indicates that Zhou Jianjun has a low favorability rating, but he still values ​​his work and his boss.

After all, I had invested so much money in the company before, and I had basically given out all the year-end bonuses that were due.

"Ha! This old fox... I really don't know what he's thinking."

Wang Hao continued typing.

Wang Hao: "The company is going to expand after the New Year, I've mentioned this to you before. You need to hurry up with the recruitment."

Zhou Jianjun: "Understood, boss. I've already started screening resumes, and we can arrange interviews once we resume work after the New Year."

The reply was quick and the tone was very professional.

But Wang Hao could sense the weariness behind that formulaic approach.

He thought about it and decided to be more direct.

He couldn't delay any longer; he was really afraid that Zhou Jianjun might do something foolish in a moment of desperation.

Wang Hao: "Old Zhou, although our company is small now, I have ambitions. I don't just want to be an ordinary small company; I want to build it into a team that can fight tough battles."

"In the future, we will definitely face competition and have to fight business wars."

"You have to take responsibility for this."

Wang Hao's idea was to use his electronics company to directly destroy that bastard Zhou Jianjun's company, making that beast go bankrupt and end up on the streets.

At the same time, it deprived that worn-out shoe and those ungrateful wretches of their financial support... and even burdened them with debt...

This is what's truly exhilarating...

No, there's one more thing: we need to make Zhou Jianjun even richer... so that slut and those three ingrates will regret it...

After the message was sent, there was silence on the other end for a few minutes.

Wang Hao waited patiently.

He knew that Zhou Jianjun needed time to process these words.

On the other side of the screen, in a rented room.

Zhou Jianjun sat on the sofa, the light from his phone screen reflecting on his tired face.

Several empty beer cans were scattered on the coffee table, and the ashtray was piled high with cigarette butts.

He hasn't slept much for three days.

Every time I close my eyes, those images come to mind—my daughter's laughter as a child riding on my shoulders, my wife gently saying, "Honey, you've worked hard," and my friend patting his chest and saying, "Brother, just let me know if you need anything."

It's all fake.

The entire city has been tested.

This is already so sour... and now they're even cyberbullying me...

Just then, his phone vibrated, and he looked down to see a message from Wang Hao.

"In the business war...we must shoulder the responsibility..."

Zhou Jianjun twitched the corners of his mouth, wanting to laugh, but couldn't manage it.

Business war?

He barely has the strength to live anymore, so what business war can he possibly wage?

But her fingers mechanically tapped the screen, replying with the professional "Boss, I understand what you mean."

After sending the message, he stared at the screen, waiting for his boss's response.

Over the years, he has heard far too many nice words.

Your boss says, "The company will not treat you unfairly," your friend says, "We're brothers for life," and your wife says, "I will always love you."

The results of it?

That's all bullshit.

So when Wang Hao sent the second message, Zhou Jianjun's first reaction was suspicion.

Boss: "I don't lack money, what I lack are people who can lead the charge."

Boss: "And you, I think you're the most suitable."

These words sounded all too familiar. Back when that "friend" recruited him, he said the same thing—"Brother, my company is just starting out, and we need someone who can handle things. You're the perfect fit."

and then?

Then that man slept with his wife for over ten years, fathering three children for him to support.

Zhou Jianjun's finger hovered over the screen, hesitant to drop it.

But just then, Wang Hao sent another message.

Boss: "You might think I'm just making empty promises, but after being with the company for so long, you should know my style very well, right? So there's no need to doubt me, just do it."

Upon seeing this message, Zhou Jianjun hesitated!

Indeed... this new boss he's dealing with seems completely different, totally different...

Perhaps... he's telling the truth?

If there really is a business war... his first thought would be to destroy that bastard's company and make sure that beast never recovers.

Just then, Wang Hao sent another message:

"You've worked in the system and in the corporate world for so many years. You've seen more backstabbing and dirty tricks than I have. If we really have to go head-to-head with competitors, I need someone who understands the rules and knows how to play the game."

These words were like a needle, piercing the deepest pain in Zhou Jianjun's heart.

Intrigue and backstabbing...

Dirty methods...

He understands it all too well.

Hasn't he been ruined by these things for half his life?

Zhou Jianjun's breathing became rapid.

He stared at his phone screen, his eyes slowly becoming bloodshot.

The emotions he had deliberately suppressed—anger, resentment, and hatred—all surged up at this moment.

On what grounds?

Why do people who do all sorts of dirty things get to live so well?

Why should he be the one being cursed online after being deceived for over a decade?

On what grounds?

The phone was so hot from being gripped in my hand.

Zhou Jianjun's fingers began to tremble.

He types, deletes, types again, and deletes again.

Finally, he wanted to confirm it one more time.

Zhou Jianjun: "Boss, are you serious? The company... really has this plan?"

After sending it, he stared intently at the screen.

It's like waiting for a verdict.

It's like they're waiting for... a lifeline.