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

Fifth floor, Building C, Startup Park.

Wang Hao stepped out of the elevator. The corridor was quiet, with only the faint sound of keyboard typing coming from the end.

He glanced at the sign; 502 was on the right side of the corridor.

Upon reaching the entrance, a line of simple silver lettering was affixed to the glass door: "Star Moon Culture Media Co., Ltd."

Through the glass, you can see the office area inside; it's not large, but it's very neatly arranged.

A light gray carpet, a white desk, a row of green plants against the wall, and sunlight streaming in through the window make the whole space bright and warm.

Wang Hao pushed open the door.

Welcome to Star Moon Culture!

Yu Xinxin stood up at the front desk, a standard professional smile on her face.

But when she saw it was Wang Hao, she paused for a moment, then her smile immediately became much more genuine: "Wang Hao?"

"Yes," Wang Hao nodded.

"I'll take you there!" Yu Xinxin came around from the front desk. "Manager Zhou is waiting for you in his office."

She led Wang Hao inside.

There were already three or four people in the office area, and two workstations were empty, so there must be some people who hadn't arrived yet.

"This way." Yu Xinxin knocked on a half-open glass door. "Manager Zhou, Wang Hao is here."

"Please come in." Zhou Jianjun's gentle voice came from inside.

Wang Hao went inside.

This is a small office, about ten square meters, with a desk, two chairs, and a filing cabinet.

The company's business license and some qualification certificates are displayed on the wall.

Zhou Jianjun was sitting behind his desk when he saw Wang Hao come in. He stood up with a friendly smile on his face.

"Wang Hao, right? Please sit down." He gestured to the chair opposite him.

Wang Hao sat down.

This was the first time he had met Zhou Jianjun in person—around forty-five years old, wearing a dark gray jacket over a light blue shirt, his hair neatly combed, always wearing a nonchalant smile, but his eyes were bright and shrewd.

"I'm Zhou Jianjun, the company's administrative supervisor, and also in charge of human resources." Zhou Jianjun handed over a business card. "The boss told me you're his brother?"

Wang Hao took the business card and nodded: "Yes, Manager Zhou. My brother asked me to give it a try."

"Okay, let's begin." Zhou Jianjun opened a notebook, picked up a pen, and said, "Shall we start with a brief self-introduction?"

"My name is Wang Hao, and I'm twenty-nine years old." Wang Hao sat up straight and spoke calmly. "I studied visual communication design in college, and after graduation, I've had several jobs with a wide range of roles."

"What exactly did you do?" Zhou Jianjun asked, looking at Wang Hao.

"My first job was as a design assistant at a GG company, which lasted for six months. Later, I went to a media company and did event planning and execution. Then I switched to sales and worked at a wine company for over a year. In between, I also took on some freelance work, mainly graphic design and video editing."

Wang Hao spoke fluently. These experiences were all true, but he didn't mention "Behind the Scenes" or the boss behind it.

Zhou Jianjun nodded as he took notes: "That's quite a wide range. So tell me, what do you think you're best at?"

Wang Hao had thought about this question many times. He had changed jobs too many times, and learned something in each job, but he was not proficient in any of them.

"To be honest, Manager Zhou, I don't have any particular area of ​​expertise," Wang Hao said frankly.

"I can do design, and I can use the Adobe suite—PS, AI, AE, and PR—but I'm not at the level of a professional designer."

"I can do sales too. I've talked to clients and closed deals, but I'm not a top salesperson."

"I know a little about event planning too..."

He paused, then continued, "Perhaps my biggest advantage is that I 'know a little bit of everything.' I can help out when the design team is too busy, I can fill in for when they need people in video post-production, and I can go to meetings with clients..."

Zhou Jianjun put down his pen, looked up at Wang Hao, and his smile deepened:

"A multi-talented individual, that's an interesting definition."

"Do you know how to use the camera?"

"Yes. I've used both DSLRs and mirrorless cameras, so I have no problem with basic shooting and composition."

"Drone?"

"I've flown a few times and know the basic operations, but I haven't taken the certification exam."

Zhou Jianjun jotted down a few notes in his notebook, then asked, "Do you know anything about GG materials?"

"Yes," Wang Hao nodded. "I had some experience with it when I was at GG Company. For example, I know what materials are used for display stands, what kind of paper is used for posters, what types of illuminated signs are available, and what the approximate costs are."

"What about sales? How were your results when you worked in wine sales?"

"It's just okay, not very good," Wang Hao said.

Zhou Jianjun put down his pen, leaned back, and looked at Wang Hao.

His gaze was very focused, as if he were assessing something.

The office was quiet for a few seconds, with only the faint sound of traffic coming from outside the window.

"Wang Hao," Zhou Jianjun began, his voice gentle but earnest.

"I've interviewed many people. Some are very professional, but only know their own area; some know a little about everything, but are not experts in anything; and some... how should I put it, don't know what they want."

He paused for a moment: "You belong to the second type, but I don't think that's a flaw."

"Our company doesn't have many employees right now, so often one person has to take on multiple roles."

"For example, Zhang Wei is in charge of external relations, but he also helps with business negotiations sometimes; Lin Wei is a designer, but she also manages the brand's visual identity."

"What we need is someone who can play multiple positions."

Wang Hao breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed Zhou Jianjun had a good impression of him.

"However," Zhou Jianjun changed the subject, "I also have to be honest. You're the boss's brother, that identity..."

"Manager Zhou," Wang Hao interrupted him, speaking very seriously, "My brother specifically instructed me to make sure to convey to you that my identity must not be known to anyone else in the company."

"He wants the company to maintain its current atmosphere and doesn't want anything to change because of my joining."

Zhou Jianjun paused for a moment, then laughed: "The boss really... went to great lengths."

"So please evaluate me fairly," Wang Hao said. "I'll be in my proper position, regardless of my brother's connections. If I'm not capable enough, I should be let go."

"Okay." Zhou Jianjun nodded, his eyes showing more appreciation.

"That concludes my interview. I understand your situation. I'll report back to your brother in detail later, and we'll discuss the specific position further."

He stood up, took a red envelope from the drawer, and handed it to him:

"This is a new rule in our company. Everyone who comes for an interview, regardless of whether they are hired or not, will receive a red envelope."

"88 yuan, not much, just a token of my gratitude for taking the time to come."