It's just that they have money.

Fang Chen was woken up by a phone call from Xu Wen.

"Boss, we've scheduled a contract signing with the transit warehouse this afternoon. The people from Fengshun Logistics are available tomorrow morning, and I've scheduled a meeting with the packaging design company for Wednesday."

Fang Chen glanced at the time; it was 7:30 in the morning.

I went to bed late last night, so I'm inevitably sleepy this morning.

"Why do you still have to go to work even though you're a boss?"

Fang Chen yawned, complaining as he got out of bed, wondering whether he should switch to working from home or having flexible commuting times.

When he arrived at the company, Xu Wen was already at his workstation.

There were three folders spread out on the table, and next to them was a cup of coffee that was already half-finished.

"You're not asleep?" Fang Chen glanced at the cup of coffee.

"I'm going to sleep." Xu Wen closed the folder, stood up, and said, "I've gone through the transit warehouse contract. There are a few clauses that I need to confirm with the landlord in person."

Fang Chen took the folder and flipped through it, seeing the annotations Xu Wen had made in the margins, the handwriting neat and dense.

"What time do we depart?"

"It'll be 2 PM this afternoon. We need to get these documents signed first this morning." Xu Wen handed over a stack of papers, which were a letter of intent for cooperation from Fengshun Logistics and a confirmation letter of requirements from the packaging design company.

Everyone else had gone to Qiongzhou, leaving only the two of them in the office. The sound of pens scratching across paper was particularly clear in the quiet office.

"Boss," Xu Wen suddenly spoke up.

"Um?"

What time did you go to bed last night?

Fang Chen looked up at her and asked, "Why are you asking that?"

"My aunt told me to keep an eye on you," Xu Wen said expressionlessly.

"Uh... I'm the boss."

"OK."

Over the next few days, things progressed relatively smoothly in Jiangcheng.

The transit warehouse agreement has been signed, the cold chain agreement has been signed, and the packaging design has been finalized.

Several contracts were stacked together, with labels marked by Xu Wen at the bottom. Fang Chen flipped through them, barely even looking at the terms when he signed.

Xu Wen has already seen it; he doesn't need to see it again.

After signing the papers, Fang Chen picked up his phone, ready to contact the restaurant.

The second order in Qiongzhou has also been completed, and everything is progressing smoothly. Fang Chen is going to arrange a celebration banquet for the team.

Before he could even dial the number, a message pop-up appeared in Fang Chen's eyes.

"Dude, I've wrapped things up in Fengtian. I'm free anyway, how about I come visit you in Jiangcheng for a few days?"

"Come."

"I'll arrive next week, we'll discuss the exact time later."

"OK."

Fang Chen didn't let Xu Wen get involved in the celebration banquet.

He chose the hotel himself; it was the best star-rated restaurant in Jiangcheng, and he booked the entire place.

It wasn't the kind of private event where a few tables are set up in the main hall; it was the entire restaurant that was only hosting his group for the whole day.

The manager paused for a moment when he answered the phone, and confirmed the date and time three times before daring to clear all the reservations for that night in the system.

Fang Chen originally wanted to contact Zhang Wen for custom-made meals, but he had previously made an appointment with Zhang Zhenghao to treat him to a meal alone, so he gave up on the idea.

Moreover, at banquets, with people clinking glasses and exchanging toasts, a group of people are busy making polite remarks and offering toasts, so even the best dishes can't be tasted.

You have to eat Zhang Wen's cooking quietly.

So he rescheduled for another time.

In Qiongzhou, it's been four days since the second surgery was completed.

The messages Lin Dong sent were getting shorter and shorter, changing from detailed reports to "recovering well and everything is normal."

Fang Chen knew this was a good thing.

If there's nothing to say, it means there's no problem.

Zhang Zhenghao sends voice messages every day, rambling on and on.

Mr. Gu was able to get out of bed today. Mrs. Gu brought him some pickled vegetables from her hometown. Mr. Gu asked if the rehabilitation plan could be brought back to the United States.

Fang Chen would occasionally reply with a word or two, but most of the time the two would engage in silent treatment of each other.

The celebration banquet is scheduled for Saturday.

Fang Chen specifically requested that the head chef cook the food himself, and even refused to have a sous chef in charge.

He didn't want to experience the same level of quality as the last time he ate here with Zhang Zhenghao at the celebration banquet.

After a few rounds of drinks, Fang Chen poured himself a glass of wine and stood up.

The voices in the private room gradually subsided, and everyone looked at him.

"The first and second orders are both successful." Fang Chen raised his glass, his gaze sweeping over everyone present. "The clients are satisfied, the processes are running smoothly, and the team is working together seamlessly. This glass is for everyone."

"Respectfully, Mr. Fang!" Zhang Zhenghao was the first to respond.

Everyone clinked glasses.

After finishing his drink, Fang Chen didn't sit down.

He looked at Lin Dong: "You tell me."

Lin Dong put down his chopsticks, stood up, and cleared his throat.

"Mr. Fang, everyone, the success of these two deals isn't just about these two clients." His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear. "Mr. Chen is recovering well a month after the surgery and has already built a good reputation for us within the local Chinese community. Mr. Gu is recovering normally a week after the surgery, and he has clearly expressed his willingness to cooperate with us in promoting his case studies."

"Based on these two cases, I've made my next steps. First, establish standardized service processes, creating replicable templates for every step, from client consultation to post-operative rehabilitation. Second, build overseas channels, focusing on expanding into the Southeast Asian and North American Chinese markets. Third, brand promotion..."

"Wait a minute."

Everyone turned their attention from Lin Dong to Fang Chen.

"Our clients started with overseas Chinese, but we can't just stop at the Chinese community."

Lin Dong hesitated before speaking, "But Mr. Fang, in the initial stage, it would be much cheaper to only do GG promotion within the Chinese community."

"Don't worry about the cost."

Lin Dong opened his mouth, as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

Zhang Zhenghao frowned.

"You just need to tell me how much it would cost to cover mainstream medical channels in North America and Southeast Asia."

Lin Dong remained silent for a few seconds, then quickly did some mental calculations.

Yu Qing and Chen Yuan exchanged a glance but neither spoke.

"If we want to achieve full-channel coverage, including online Google, cross-border insurance integration, overseas offline promotion, multilingual case studies and white papers..." Lin Dong looked up, "it will cost at least 20 million."

Fang Chen picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

"Twenty million," he said. "Is that enough?"

Lin Dong paused for a moment: "It's enough, but..."

"Then twenty million."

He didn't limit the budget not because he had too much money to burn, but because he knew these two deals were worth the price.

The first customer is Mr. Chen, a Malaysian Chinese. Word of mouth has already started to spread locally, and this can be used as an opportunity to break into other ethnic markets in Southeast Asia.

The second client is Mr. Gu, a Chinese American. If we can make his case a benchmark, the countless people in the United States who cannot afford high medical costs will become a ready-made customer base.

If you don't strike while the iron is hot, it will be difficult to push it again once it cools down.

With the system's help, Fang Chen didn't need to proceed cautiously according to Lin Dong's first draft plan.

If it weren't for the need to explain the source of the money to his parents and close relatives like Zhang Zhenghao, Fang Chen could have invested most of it and used a money-burning strategy to squeeze out his competitors.

It's easy to talk to the parents; they can say that the money was earned by the medical company.

It is necessary to be frank with Zhang Zhenghao about some things.