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

The Audi A6 sped along the road, Zhang Wei's face still looked grim; the anger he had suffered at Li Jianguo's hands hadn't completely dissipated.

"Damn it, what bad luck!" he couldn't help but curse again.

"I didn't check the almanac before I left home, and I ran into this guy who's trying to rip me off."

Lin Wei, sitting in the back row, also spoke up, her voice cool and clear, as if she were giving a final summary.

"The one on the west side, PASS."

Just three words were enough to sentence Yuanda GG Production Center to death.

Zhang Wei glanced at her in the rearview mirror and nodded:

"Yeah, PASS! I wouldn't go even if you gave me eight million! Who knows how many pitfalls await me after I take over."

He vented his anger by cursing and swearing, and finally felt a little better.

The atmosphere inside the car eased up.

"So what do we do now?" Zhang Wei asked. "We still have two backup options."

"One is in the southern suburbs. It's a large place with cheap rent, but the equipment is old and all the workers have left. It's basically an empty shell."

"The other one is in the city center. It's not as big as the one on the west side, but I heard it's pretty good. It's just that the factory lease only has one year left."

After he finished speaking, he posed the question.

"Which one should we go to first?"

Wang Hao thought for a moment and said, "Let's go to the one in the city center."

"Why?" Zhang Wei asked, somewhat curious.

Wang Hao analyzed, "The one in the southern suburbs sounds like a complete mess."

"The equipment needs to be replaced, and the workers need to be rehired, which means starting everything from scratch. It's too time-consuming and energy-intensive."

"What we lack now is a base that can be put into production immediately, not a construction site that needs to be slowly rebuilt."

"As for the one in the city center," he paused:

"Being small in scale may not necessarily be a bad thing for our current business volume."

"You can't get fat in one bite. Our company is just starting out and doesn't need such a large production capacity. It would be a waste if it were too big."

"Moreover, its location in the city center makes it convenient for transportation, which is more presentable whether it's for delivering goods or for customers to come and inspect the premises."

"The only potential problem is that the lease only has one year left."

"But it's not a dead end. If the landlord is easy to talk to, the lease can be renewed. This is negotiable."

This is Wang Hao's most genuine thought at the moment. He wants to quickly complete the task in the game and own a business entity, but he also needs to consider the actual situation.

Since this electronics company does exist, it must proceed from reality and match its development with what is suitable for the current situation, rather than messing around.

Zhang Wei nodded repeatedly as he listened.

"That makes sense, bro!"

He slapped his thigh.

"Damn, you see things so clearly! I was only thinking about how grand and impressive it would be, and I forgot that we don't have that kind of appetite yet."

Lin Wei, sitting in the back row, also gave a soft "hmm" in agreement.

"Go to the city center."

Her opinions are always so concise and clear.

"Alright!" Zhang Wei turned the steering wheel, full of confidence. "Whatever you say, destination: city center. Let's go!"

The Audi made a U-turn and headed towards the city center.

This time the journey was much shorter. About twenty minutes later, the car entered a street that looked quite old.

The surrounding area is no longer filled with tall factory buildings, but with some old residential buildings and shops.

Zhang Wei looked at the navigation, which led him through many twists and turns before finally stopping deep in an alley.

At the entrance of the alley hangs an inconspicuous sign that reads "Hongfa GG".

"This should be it."

The three people got off the bus.

Compared to the previous factory in the western suburbs industrial zone, this place is indeed much smaller.

There was no grand entrance, only an ordinary roller shutter door, which was half-open at the moment.

Surprisingly, the entrance was very clean, with no messy piles of materials and no oil stains on the ground.

That alone makes people like you.

The three people bent down and went inside.

The scene inside the factory confirmed their first impression.

Although the space is not large, estimated to be only seven or eight hundred square meters, everything is arranged in an orderly manner.

The material area, semi-finished product area, and finished product area are all clearly divided.

Several machines were running, but the noise was much less than at the previous place, and the pungent smell of ink in the air was also much fainter.

Several workers in blue overalls were busy at their respective posts.

They looked to be quite old, mostly in their thirties or forties, but their movements were swift and their expressions focused.

The entire workshop can be summed up in two words.

Standards.

Zhang Wei stopped a worker who was pushing a cart past and asked with a smile:

"Excuse me, is your boss here?"

The worker stopped and politely pointed to a glass room in the corner.

"He's in his office. Do you need to see him?"

"Yes, we're here to discuss some business."

"Okay, then you can go by yourselves." The worker nodded and continued pushing the cart forward.

The three men exchanged a glance, and each saw a hint of satisfaction in the other's eyes.

If even ordinary workers are this polite, the management of this factory must be quite good.

They walked to the door of the glass room and knocked.

"Please come in."

A slightly hoarse voice came from inside.

Zhang Wei pushed open the door, and the three of them went inside.

The office was small and simply furnished.

An office desk, a sofa and coffee table for entertaining guests, and a bookcase—that's all.

A slightly overweight middle-aged man wearing a gray jacket looked up from behind his desk.

He looked to be in his forties, with somewhat disheveled hair, heavy dark circles under his eyes, and a face etched with fatigue and anxiety.

But when he saw a guest arrive, he immediately stood up and tried to force a smile.

"Hello, please have a seat."

He gestured for the three to sit on the sofa and then picked up the kettle on the table to pour them tea.

Wang Hao noticed that the hand he was pouring water was trembling slightly.

"Hello, boss, we're from Xingyue Media." Zhang Wei got straight to the point, handing over his business card.

"I saw your factory was for sale online, so I came to take a look."

The boss took the business card, glanced at it, and his smile became more sincere.

"Oh, welcome, welcome. My surname is Qian, Qian Dapeng."

"Boss Qian." Zhang Wei nodded, no longer boasting as before, and went straight to the point:

"To be honest, our company wants to acquire a processing plant to do our own production, and we've looked at several options."

"I'd like to come here to learn more about the specifics."

Qian Dapeng sighed, his face growing even more worried.

"To be honest, I had no choice; I urgently needed the money."

"Otherwise, I've owned this factory for over ten years, and I really can't bear to sell it."