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

The three people walked out of the company.

Downstairs in the parking lot, a black Audi A6L was parked quietly.

This is a company car provided to Zhang Wei for business purposes, to facilitate his business trips and negotiations, and to enhance his image.

Zhang Wei opened the driver's side door and said to Lin Wei and Wang Hao in a gentlemanly manner, "Please get in the car, both of you."

Lin Wei opened the back door and got in, her movements swift and decisive.

Wang Hao then got into the passenger seat.

The car drove smoothly out of the startup park.

As Zhang Wei drove, he glanced at Lin Wei in the rearview mirror, then turned to ask Wang Hao.

"Which restaurant should we go to first?"

Lin Wei's cool voice came from the back row: "Let's go to the one in the western industrial zone first."

"The one with the best reputation in the industry is the one that is transferring its customer resources as a package deal. For us, this is the key target for investigation."

Zhang Wei nodded, then looked at Wang Hao: "Wang Hao, what do you think?"

Wang Hao smiled and said, "I have no objection. I'll follow your arrangements."

He's just a junior assistant now, so of course he can't offer any decisive opinions.

"Alright, let's head west first!"

Zhang Wei stepped on the gas, and the Audi A6 merged into the traffic.

The journey from the company to the western industrial zone is not short; it took about forty minutes to get there.

As the car entered the industrial zone, tall factory buildings lined both sides of the road, and large trucks roared past from time to time.

Following the navigation, Zhang Wei parked his car in front of what appeared to be a fairly large factory.

A slightly faded sign hangs on the factory gate: "Yuanda GG Manufacturing Center".

"This is it."

The three people got off the bus.

As soon as you get close, a strong smell of ink and chemicals hits you.

The roar of machines running could be heard from inside the factory.

There was no one in the security booth at the entrance, so the three of them went straight in.

A worker in blue overalls was pushing a cart of materials out of there. He paused for a moment when he saw them.

Who are you looking for?

"Hello, sir," Zhang Wei immediately offered a cigarette with a broad smile, "We're looking for your boss, is he in?"

The worker took the cigarette, tucked it behind his ear, and pointed to a two-story building next door: "It's in the office on the second floor."

"Thanks, Master."

The three people entered the small building and went up the stairs to the second floor.

The door to a room with a sign that read "General Manager's Office" was ajar.

Zhang Wei stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

Pushing open the door, a middle-aged man in a black jacket, somewhat overweight, was sitting behind his desk drinking tea.

He was probably around forty years old, with slicked-back hair. When he saw a stranger come in, his eyes showed a hint of wariness.

"Who are you?"

"Hello, boss." Zhang Wei walked up with a big smile and handed over his business card with both hands.

"We are from Xingyue Media. We saw online that your factory is for sale, so we came here to learn more about it."

Upon hearing that they were there to visit the factory, the boss's attitude immediately became much more enthusiastic.

He stood up, took the business card, glanced at it, and his smile became even more genuine.

"Oh! Star Moon Media, I know, I know! Please, have a seat, please have a seat!"

He warmly invited the three of them to sit on the sofa and personally poured them tea.

Wang Hao sat to the side, observing silently.

Zhang Wei, meanwhile, had already begun his performance.

"What's your surname, boss?"

"My surname is Li, Li Jianguo."

"Oh, Mr. Li, it's an honor to meet you."

"Boss Li, to be honest, our company has been expanding rapidly recently and urgently needs a stable and reliable production base." Zhang Wei crossed his legs, leaned back slightly, and struck a pose like a big boss.

"Our boss has extremely high requirements for production."

"As you know, the quality of those small workshops outside varies greatly, and they often fail."

"A company we worked with before almost ruined an 800,000 yuan order of ours because of a color difference issue!"

Wang Hao's eyelids twitched as he listened from the side.

An order worth 800,000?

Since our company was established, our largest single income has been 300,000, which was from a scam insurance scheme. When have we ever had a deal worth 800,000?

However, Zhang Wei didn't care what Wang Hao was thinking and continued speaking:

"So, our boss said we have to set up our own processing plant!"

"We don't care about cost, quality is everything!" Zhang Wei said with unwavering determination and great confidence.

"We looked at several places, and in the end we felt that Mr. Li's place was the most suitable in all aspects. We came here with sincerity."

Mr. Li nodded repeatedly, his face beaming with joy.

"Yes, yes, Manager Zhang is right. In our line of work, quality is the lifeline."

He looked at Zhang Wei and tentatively asked, "I don't know... what kind of business your company does? Is it large?"

Zhang Wei took a sip of tea and said slowly, "Us? We mainly do full-service brand planning."

"From the initial market research to the mid-term brand design and visual packaging, and then to the later event implementation and media promotion, we provide a one-stop service."

"As for the scale..." Zhang Wei smiled and held up five fingers.

"We don't have many people now, only about a hundred."

"But the clients we serve are among the top in the country, and we've worked with several Fortune 500 companies."

Wang Hao almost spat out his water.

Fortune 500?

He watched Zhang Wei boast without batting an eye, and only one thought crossed his mind.

When you're out in the world, you give yourself your own identity.

Zhang Wei is truly wasting his talent by not becoming a crosstalk performer.

But his tone and demeanor made him seem very sincere, not at all like he was bragging.

Even Lin Wei, who had been silent all along, couldn't help but glance at him a few more times.

Boss Li was clearly stunned, and his eyes became filled with awe as he looked at them.

"So you work for big companies? My apologies."

"Mr. Li, you're too kind." Zhang Wei waved his hand. "We're just running errands. It's mainly because our boss is capable and has a broad vision."

The two of them chatted enthusiastically, one after the other.

They talked about industry development and market prospects, and about management experience and life philosophy.

Wang Hao felt that his worldview had been completely refreshed.

He finally understood why Zhou Jianjun said Zhang Wei was the company's spear.

This isn't a spear, it's a nuclear warhead.

After chatting for about twenty minutes, Zhang Wei felt he had laid enough groundwork and finally got to the point.

"Boss Li, all talk and no action is useless."

"How about... you take us for a tour of the factory area?"

"Our Director Lin has a technical background and knows a lot about equipment. He also wants to see it in person."

"Of course, of course!" Boss Li immediately stood up. "The three of you, please."

The four people walked out of the small building and headed towards the factory.

Upon entering the workshop, the smell became even stronger.

Zhang Wei was prepared; he took out three N95 masks from his bag and handed them to Wang Hao and Lin Wei.

The workshop is very large, covering nearly a thousand square meters, and is filled with various large machines.

Inkjet printers, photo printers, engraving machines, laminating machines...

A dozen or so workers were busy at their respective posts, but they all looked listless and lacked enthusiasm.

The roar of the machines was deafening.