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

"Sister Wang." Zhang Wei handed over the company's official seal.

Sister Wang took the official seal and pressed it down forcefully in the position designated for Party A.

The red inkpad fell.

From this moment on, the factory, which embodies Qian Hongfa's more than ten years of hard work, officially changes hands.

After the contract was signed, Sister Wang took out her laptop, connected it to the company's financial system, and inserted her online banking USB key.

"Mr. Qian, please provide your company account information."

Qian Hongfa recited a string of account numbers, his voice trembling.

Sister Wang skillfully operated the system, entering the amount, verifying the information, and inserting the password.

"Okay." She clicked to confirm the transfer.

The office was eerily quiet; everyone was holding their breath.

A few seconds later, Qian Hongfa's phone rang with a crisp text message notification.

He frantically pulled out his phone and opened the bank message.

[Dear customer, your account xxxx received RMB 4,200,000.00 on xx/xx/xx at xx:xx. Current balance...]

Looking at that long string of numbers, Qian Hongfa's tears welled up again.

The contract was signed and the money was received.

Logically, the acquisition should have ended successfully here, and Qian Hongfa could have used this life-saving money to deal with his family affairs.

But strangely, he didn't leave.

The middle-aged man sat on the sofa, clutching his cell phone that displayed his bank balance tightly in his hand, his gaze occasionally drifting to the roaring workshop outside the office, his face full of unspoken words.

Zhang Wei was observant and noticed his unusual behavior at a glance.

"Brother," he said, offering her a cigarette.

"Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

"It's alright, go ahead and say it. While we're all still here, if there's anything we can do for you, just let us know."

Qian Hongfa hesitated for a moment, then finally sighed, put his phone back in his pocket, and stood up.

"Thank you, brother."

"I'm leaving now. Legally speaking, this factory, and everyone here, already belongs to your company."

"As for me, I have no right to point fingers here."

"But... I really feel bad about leaving like this."

"I feel...I've let them down."

The "they" he was referring to were the workers busy in the workshop.

Zhang Wei nodded, not interrupting him: "Brother, go on, we're listening."

Qian Hongfa then spoke again, his voice carrying a hint of pleading.

"That's right. There are eight workers in my factory."

"Besides the two young men in their early twenties, the other six are all veteran workers who have been with me for many years, and the youngest is almost forty."

"They... are all honest people, not very educated, and all they know how to do is manual labor."

"Take Lao Zhang for example. His son is going to college this year, and the whole family is relying on his salary."

"And then there's Lao Li. Last year, his mother got sick, and I lent him 30,000 yuan. I paid him his salary for the next few months, but he didn't take a single penny. He just used his salary to cover the cost. They're all honest people."

"In this day and age, it's too difficult for them to go out and find work."

"Even if we find it, it's probably not reliable."

"I just hope... I hope that after your company takes over, you could... not reduce their salaries?"

His voice grew softer and softer, tinged with humility.

"They are all very obedient. If you ask them to work overtime, they never complain. They are also very proactive and efficient."

"They've really had a tough time. They've been with this factory for years, through thick and thin. I don't know what they'll do after they leave."

"I know my request might be a bit excessive."

"Actually...actually I can ask for 100,000 less, no, 200,000 less!"

As if he had made up his mind, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with utmost sincerity.

"I can transfer that 200,000 to you! But I really... really hope you can treat my long-time employees well; they are all very, very good people."

By the end, this resolute man's voice was trembling with sobs.

The office was completely silent.

Whether it was Wang Hao, Zhang Wei, Sister Wang, or Yu Xinxin, they were all deeply shocked by the scene before them.

They never expected that even after the transaction was completed and the money and goods were settled, the man's biggest concern was still his employees.

They were even willing to return part of the money they had already received.

At this moment, everyone's admiration for Qian Hongfa reached its peak.

Even if we take a step back and say that we're all just working people, who wouldn't want to have a boss like that?

"Brother, what are you saying!" Zhang Wei was the first to speak, his voice firm and resolute.

"Don't worry! Our boss is just like you; he's incredibly good to us and extremely generous to his employees!"

"Pay cuts are absolutely unthinkable in our company!"

Zhang Wei's assurances relieved Qian Hongfa slightly, but Sister Wang maintained the rationality of a financial director.

She admired Qian Hongfa, but she was even more responsible for the company's finances.

"Boss Qian," she began, her tone respectful.

"I completely understand your feelings. However, before agreeing to your conditions, I need to know what level of wages your factory previously paid its workers."

If the salary is ridiculously high, far exceeding the market price, then she cannot agree so easily.

At the very least, you should consult the boss; you can't make decisions on your own.

Even though she admired Qian Hongfa, it was the boss of Xinyue Company who paid her salary.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Qian Hongfa's expression tensed up again. He was genuinely afraid that Wang Jie, the finance director, wouldn't agree, but he still answered truthfully:

"That's right. The wages I paid them before were six thousand for the more skilled veterans and five thousand for the younger ones."

"I know that in our area, this wage is already quite good for an ordinary worker."

"This requirement may be a bit high, but the work they do is really hard."

He emphasized again, his eyes full of sincerity.

"If you think it's too high, I'm really willing to ask for 200,000 less, just please don't reduce their wages."

After hearing this, Sister Wang felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders.

Five thousand to six thousand.

Based on her understanding of her boss, this salary level was absolutely not a problem.