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

Yu Xinxin dressed simply today, wearing a white sweater with a light gray wool coat, dark jeans, and white sneakers.

Her hair was neatly combed, and she had a faint smile on her face, looking much more relaxed than yesterday.

"Let's go together!" she said happily. "It's only four subway stops away, very convenient."

"it is good."

The two went downstairs together. The apartment building was quiet in the morning, with only the occasional sound of doors closing and footsteps.

"Are you nervous?" Yu Xinxin asked softly.

"A little," Wang Hao said honestly, "after all, we don't know what the interview will be about."

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous," Yu Xinxin quickly said.

"Manager Zhou is a very nice person. Although he can seem serious at times, he is actually very reasonable."

"And the atmosphere in our company is really amazing, you'll see when you get there."

As she spoke, her eyes lit up again: "If you can get in, we can work together from now on."

"Let me tell you, our company is only five minutes away from the subway station, and our company provides meals."

As Wang Hao listened, a strange feeling welled up inside him.

The girl was earnestly recommending her company to him, unaware that she was actually recommending his company.

"You seem to really love this job," he said.

Yu Xinxin paused for a moment, then nodded very seriously: "Yes. Because... this job is very important to me."

She paused, her voice softening, "I've had several jobs before, and they were either low-paying, had bad bosses, or had difficult colleagues. But coming here... it's really different."

The elevator reached the first floor, and the two stepped out.

The morning sunlight streamed through the glass door, casting bright spots of light on the floor.

"How come it's different?" Wang Hao asked.

Yu Xinxin thought for a moment and said, "It's just... I feel respected. It's not just the kind of respect you get when you get paid, it's the feeling that you as a person have value, your time has value, and your thoughts have value."

She looked up at Wang Hao and said very seriously, "Wang Hao, I don't think work should be a simple exchange—I'm exchanging my time for money. It should... it should be more meaningful."

"It may sound a bit sentimental, but working here, I truly feel like I'm doing something meaningful."

Wang Hao fell silent.

These words struck a chord with him.

Wasn't he looking for this kind of "sense of meaning" when he changed so many jobs before?

Isn't it just about finding a job where you feel "respected"?

And now, he has unintentionally created such an environment for others.

"You're right," he said softly.

Stepping out of the apartment building, the cold morning air hit me.

The streets were already bustling with activity. Commuters hurried by, breakfast stalls steamed, and buses pulled up at the bus stop.

The two walked towards the subway station. Yu Xinxin continued to introduce the company along the way:

"Our company may not have many people, but everyone there is very capable..."

The subway arrived, and the two boarded. The morning rush hour wasn't completely over yet; the carriage was quite crowded, but not so crowded that it was impossible to move.

Yu Xinxin stood near the door, and Wang Hao stood next to her.

The carriage swayed, and their shoulders occasionally brushed against each other.

"Oh, right," Yu Xinxin suddenly remembered, "did you add Supervisor Zhou on WeChat?"

"Not yet," Wang Hao said. "I plan to call directly."

"Oh, that's true. Manager Zhou doesn't like discussing work on WeChat; he says important things are best discussed by phone or in person."

The four-stop journey was quick, taking less than twenty minutes.

As Yu Xinxin stepped out of the subway station, she pointed to a gray building in front of her:

"That's the startup park. Our company is in Building C, Room 502."

Wang Hao looked in the direction she pointed. The park wasn't large, but it was very clean, with several five- or six-story buildings arranged in a pleasing, staggered pattern, and green belts and small squares below.

Although it's an old park, it's well maintained.

"Are you coming up with me?" Yu Xinxin asked.

Wang Hao thought for a moment, then shook his head: "You go up first, I... I'll make a phone call and then go up."

"Okay, I'll wait for you at the company!" Yu Xinxin waved and jogged into the park.

Wang Hao watched her retreating figure, took a deep breath, and took out his phone.

it's time.

……

Meanwhile, in apartment 502 of building C.

Zhou Jianjun stood in his small office, the window was slightly ajar, and the morning breeze, carrying the coolness of early spring, blew in.

He had a cigarette between his fingers, but he didn't light it; he just twirled it unconsciously.

The boss's younger brother is coming for an interview today.

He's been thinking about this since last night.

The boss made it clear that there should be no special treatment, and that the interview and evaluation should be conducted normally.

He believed this – judging from the boss's behavior over the past few months, he wasn't the type to run a family business or practice nepotism.

But the identity of "the boss's brother" carries its own special characteristics.

How did he assess it?

If I'm too strict, the boss might be unhappy; if I'm too lenient, it goes against the boss's wishes.

"It's tough," Zhou Jianjun sighed.

He put the cigarette back in the pack and walked to the window.

Downstairs in the small square, several early-arriving office workers were buying breakfast; the steaming hot buns smelled delicious.

Just then, my phone rang.

It's Zhang Wei.

"Brother Zhou, the card's all set!" Zhang Wei's voice was booming; you could feel the energy even through the phone.

"I contacted a friend of mine who owns a printing factory. I went straight there, and the prints were fresh off the press, still warm!"

Zhou Jianjun laughed: "So fast? How much?"

"What's the point of talking about money? I treated him to breakfast and also packaged up the design for his factory's brochure for next year for Lin Wei," Zhang Wei said smugly. "A win-win situation, you get it?"

"You little rascal..." Zhou Jianjun shook his head, "Alright, what kind of card do you want?"

"Just like you said, 'Thank you for coming. Whether we ultimately walk together or not, I wish you all the best for the future,' in gold lettering, with a really high-quality feel. I took 100 of them, enough to last me a while."

"Okay, thanks for your hard work. When will you arrive at the company?"

"Soon, in ten minutes. Is Sister Wang's red envelope ready?"

"Ready, 88 yuan each, 50 in total."

On the other end of the phone, Zhang Wei whistled, "The boss's move is brilliant. I dare say you won't find another company in the whole city that gives red envelopes to interviewees."

"Yes," Zhou Jianjun said with emotion, "so we have to do a good job and not let the boss down."

"Don't worry, Brother Zhou, when have I ever messed up?"

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Jianjun felt a little better.

Zhang Wei may be a loudmouth, but he's actually quite reliable.

He has a wide network of connections and a quick mind; it seems like he can find a solution to any problem.

Zhou Jianjun recalled the trust and authority his boss had previously given him.

And—his ultimate goal is revenge.

He walked back to his desk and turned on his computer.

There is a folder on the desktop named "Company Development Plan".

This is what he organized during the Chinese New Year holiday, planning to report to his boss after work resumes.

The boss's brother is coming now...

"Never mind," Zhou Jianjun told himself, "I'll just follow the normal procedure. The boss wants a genuine assessment, so I'll give him a genuine assessment."

He opened an interview evaluation form, created a new document, and named it "Wang Hao - Interview Evaluation".

My phone rang again as soon as it was finished.

This time it was an unfamiliar number.

Zhou Jianjun's heart skipped a beat, and he answered the call: "Hello."

"Hello, Manager Zhou, this is Wang Hao." A young man's voice came from the other end of the phone, calm and composed.

"Hello Wang Hao," Zhou Jianjun stood up and walked to the window. "Where are you now?"

"I'm at the park entrance."

"Okay, then come right up to room 502. It's on the left as you enter my office."

"Okay, I'll be right up."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Jianjun put down his phone and straightened his collar.

coming.

The boss's younger brother, Wang Hao.

He walked out of the office, where people were already waiting in the outer office area.

Sister Wang was sitting in a small cubicle near the finance office, counting red envelopes. The red envelopes were neatly stacked on the table.

"Sister Wang, are the red envelopes ready?" Zhou Jianjun walked over.

Sister Wang looked up and adjusted her glasses: "It's ready, 50 of them, 88 yuan each. Zhang Wei will bring the cards over later."

She paused, then whispered, "Old Zhou, the boss's approach... is truly beyond words. I've worked in finance for so many years, and I've never seen anything like this."

Zhou Jianjun nodded: "That's why we need to be more careful. By the way, an interviewer named Wang Hao is coming over later. Could you keep an eye out for him and let me know when he arrives?"

"Okay," Sister Wang agreed and continued counting the red envelopes.

(P.S.: This book's performance has been really poor, but everyone has been incredibly supportive. We rely entirely on these gifts, big and small, to keep the book afloat. Even though it only brings in a few dozen yuan a day, I'm still very grateful to everyone. To express my gratitude, I'll be adding two extra chapters later today.)