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

Wang Hao smiled.

Sure enough, Zhou Jianjun's first thought was this—the boss's younger brother, he must be given a high position.

This is the instinctive reaction of a seasoned office worker: to avoid offending the boss while also giving him face.

But that's not what Wang Hao wants.

He replied, "Old Zhou, although he is my brother, this is not a family business."

"For a company to develop healthily, it must make the best use of everyone's talents."

"He should do whatever he's suited for; he doesn't need any special treatment."

"You'll have a normal interview and evaluation; whatever position you're assigned to, that's the position you'll get."

After posting this message, Wang Hao himself felt like a real, visionary boss.

Zhou Jianjun quickly replied, "Understood, boss. Don't worry, I will evaluate it carefully. When would be a convenient time for your brother to come over tomorrow?"

"I asked him to contact you this morning. By the way, his name is Wang Hao."

"Okay, I've got it. Wang Hao, I'll wait for his call tomorrow morning."

"Thank you for your hard work, Lao Zhou."

"Of course, boss."

After exiting the chat window with Zhou Jianjun, Wang Hao felt a little more at ease.

The first step has been arranged.

But he knew that this alone was not enough.

He'll be going for an interview tomorrow, and Zhou Jianjun will definitely have reservations because of his "boss's brother" status; the interview might be a bit lenient.

This is not what Wang Hao wanted.

What he wants is a genuine assessment and a realistic job assignment.

He wondered where Zhou Jianjun would place him if it weren't for the "boss's brother" aura.

"I need to emphasize this to Lao Zhou again," Wang Hao muttered to himself.

But after thinking about it, I decided against it.

Saying something too many times can make it seem deliberate.

Zhou Jianjun is a smart man; he should have already understood what the boss meant from those words—don't treat him specially.

Now, there is one more thing to do.

Wang Hao opened Wang Jie's chat window.

At this time, Sister Wang should be getting ready to sleep.

Tomorrow is the first day back to work, and no one can escape the holiday-long comprehensive recruitment.

He himself had experienced that feeling—lying in bed thinking about going to work the next day, feeling a surge of irritability, even though he knew he had no choice but to go.

What if there were a little surprise?

He typed: "Sister Wang, are you asleep?"

The reply came almost immediately: "Not yet, boss. What's up?"

He smiled and typed: "Isn't tomorrow the first day back to work? Give every employee a 2000 yuan red envelope as a lucky start to the new year."

send.

The dialog box displayed "typing" for quite a while.

Then came the reply: "Boss, are you sure? There are currently 7 employees in the company, each earning 2000 yuan, totaling 14000 yuan."

Typical Sister Wang style – confirm first, then calculate the bill.

Wang Hao replied: "Confirmed. It will be transferred directly from the company account. Just keep a record."

"Okay, boss. I'll take care of it first thing tomorrow morning."

"Thank you for your hard work. I wish you a successful new year at work."

"Thank you, boss!"

Wang Hao exited the game and placed his phone on the coffee table.

The room fell silent again.

He walked to the window and looked at the city outside.

It was already past 10 p.m., but the streets were still bustling with traffic, and many office buildings still had their lights on.

This city is never short of people working overtime late into the night.

He is about to own a company where employees only work four hours a day.

No, it's that I already possess it.

What he needs to do now is to personally walk into that company and become a member of it.

The thought made his heart race.

tomorrow.

Tomorrow he's going for a job interview, to meet Zhou Jianjun, and to see what the company he's been "running" for months is really like.

And then there are the employees—he's already met Yu Xinxin, he might see Lin Wei tomorrow, and there's Zhang Wei, Chen Ming, Lei Zhen, Sister Wang…

He will get to know them as "Wang Hao," not as "the boss."

This will be interesting.

It will also be very challenging.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Wang Hao took a change of clothes and went to take a shower.

Even as the hot water poured over him, he was still thinking about tomorrow's plans.

What should you wear to an interview? Not too formal, as that would seem contrived; not too casual, as that would seem unserious.

What was the first thing you said to Zhou Jianjun when you met him?

"Hello Manager Zhou, this is Wang Hao. The boss asked me to come see you."

Did you see Yu Xinxin?

She'll recognize him as the neighbor, but she won't know he's the boss's brother. Should we mention this relationship?

One question after another arose, but he suppressed them one by one.

After showering, I walked out of the bathroom while drying my hair, and my phone vibrated again.

It was a WeChat message from Yu Xinxin.

"Wang Hao, are you asleep? I sent you Manager Zhou's WeChat, remember to add him."

"I told him that a friend of mine wanted to have an interview, and he said I should contact him tomorrow morning."

Following this was Zhou Jianjun's WeChat contact card.

Wang Hao replied, "Okay, thank you. I just finished showering and was getting ready for bed."

"Okay, goodnight. Good luck tomorrow!"

"Good night."

……

Meanwhile, in another corner of the city.

Sister Wang leaned against the headboard with a face mask on, holding her phone in her hand, the screen still displaying her conversation with her boss.

"Give each person a 2000 yuan red envelope..."

She looked at it three times to make sure she hadn't misread it.

Her husband, who was looking at his phone, noticed her expression and asked, "What's wrong? Something happened at work?"

Sister Wang turned her head, and the corners of her mouth under the face mask couldn't help but turn up:

"Our boss... said he'll give us red envelopes when we start work tomorrow."

The husband paused, putting down his phone, and asked, "How much?"

"2000. Everyone."

"Your boss... is really generous."

"It's more than just generous," Sister Wang said, peeling off her face mask, her tone carrying a pride she herself wasn't even aware of.

"Since taking over the company at the end of last year, I have done everything that employees appreciate, from raising salaries and issuing bonuses to year-end bonuses and now giving out opening-of-work red envelopes."

She paused, then said softly, "Old Li, I've worked for so many years and I've never seen a boss like this."

Her husband looked at her and smiled, "Then you'd better do your job well. It's worth working for a boss like that."

"Definitely." Sister Wang nodded, her expression serious. "As long as the company doesn't go bankrupt, and as long as the boss still needs me, I'll keep working here."

She picked up her phone, glanced at the message again, and then switched to the company's work group.

The group chat is quiet; work doesn't start until tomorrow, and everyone hasn't gotten into work mode yet.

Sister Wang thought for a moment and sent a message: "@Everyone, just letting you know that the boss said tomorrow is the first day back to work, and he's prepared red envelopes for everyone. See you at the company at 10 a.m.

The message was sent, and the group became active a few seconds later.

Zhang Wei was the first to jump out: "A red envelope?! How big?!"

Sister Wang replied, "You'll know when you get here. [smile]"

Yu Xinxin: "Really? Thank you, boss! [Happy]"

Chen Ming: "Received, will arrive on time tomorrow."

Lin Wei gave an "OK" gesture.

Lei Zhen: "[Strong]"

Zhou Jianjun: "See you all tomorrow! New Year, new look! [smiley face]"

Sister Wang smiled as she watched the replies pop up in the group chat.

This company, this team, this boss...

It's really good.