Earning 100,000 yuan a day. Wu Jun had never even dared to dream of it, but now it was his reality.
Besides, this was just the beginning. While Shimen City couldn’t compare to a first-tier metropolis, it was still a provincial capital with countless restaurants of all sizes.
Ctrip.com alone listed over 1,200 sizable, reputable restaurants. The number of smaller, unlisted eateries was even greater. At a rough estimate, Shimen City had at least 10,000 restaurants.
The dozen or so restaurants Wu Jun had signed on two days ago were just the tip of the iceberg. The satisfaction of earning 100,000 a day lasted only a moment before disappearing.
The game’s daily production could reach a maximum of 100 tons. The ideal situation would be when he could sell all 100 tons in a single day.
In other words, earning a million yuan a day was the ultimate goal for this current stage.
This income sounded intimidating at first, but on second thought, it was only a little over 300 million yuan a year, not even 400 million. That wasn’t even enough to be worthy of shining the shoes of the titans at Tencent, Alibaba, and Baidu. It was just three of "Old Wang’s" small goals.
He still had a long and arduous road ahead of him if he wanted to join the ranks of the super-rich.
However, Wu Jun believed that day would come eventually. He was still young, he had plenty of time, and he had [Resource Tycoon].
"First, I’ll set a small goal: earn 100 million." Wu Jun mimicked "Old Wang’s" tone, setting a small goal for himself. ’A man has to have ambition, right? It gives you the drive to get things done.’
After setting his small goal, Wu Jun noticed the rice in his supermarket was running low. He took out the phone linked to [Resource Tycoon], ready to withdraw some more to restock.
He opened the interface and saw there were 58 packaging bags left in the game’s warehouse. Fifty-eight bags of rice would be enough for the supermarket’s daily sales, which would save him a trip to the warehouse in Xiao’anshe.
Wu Jun withdrew the 58 bags of rice and summoned Red and Number 2 to stack the scattered bags neatly. Once they were done, he recalled both of them to the game.
After a trip to the bathroom to wash up, Wu Jun returned to his bedroom, set his phone aside, and went to sleep.
「The next morning.」
When Wu Jun got up and left his room, he saw Xu Fei busy in the kitchen.
Wu Jun glanced down at his stomach. ’Just like Ma Siyu said, I’ve gotten fat.’
’Before Xu Fei came to work at the store, I was too busy in the morning for breakfast and just grabbed whatever for lunch. With such a heavy workload every day, it was hard *not* to be thin.’
’Ever since she started, I’ve been eating three square meals a day, and she’s taken over most of the work. It would be a miracle if I didn’t put on some weight.’
"Boss Wu, you’re awake! Go wash your hands, breakfast is almost ready," Xu Fei said, turning to call out to Wu Jun, who was standing at his bedroom door.
"Thanks, Xu Fei," Wu Jun replied, turning to go wash up in the bathroom.
When he came out, Xu Fei had already set the table. Wu Jun went into the small kitchen, and the two of them started eating.
After they finished eating, Xu Fei washed the dishes in the kitchen while Wu Jun sat in the boss’s chair behind the counter, waiting for the phone to ring with orders.
While Xu Fei was washing the dishes, Wu Jun took two calls, selling 30 bags of rice and banking 7,500 yuan.
After calling out a goodbye to Xu Fei, Wu Jun left and drove his pickup truck toward the warehouse in Xiao’anshe.
He had used up all the packaging bags in the game. The ones Chen Xingyang delivered yesterday were still at the warehouse, as he hadn’t had a chance to deposit them into the game’s storage.
With little traffic in the morning, the drive only took about ten minutes. Wu Jun parked the pickup at the warehouse entrance.
He unlocked the door, went inside, and bolted it from within. After making sure everything was secure, he took out the phone linked to [Resource Tycoon] and deposited the 5,000 bags on the floor into the game’s storage.
The game’s inventory had increased by another 38 tons the previous day, so Wu Jun decided to withdraw it all. He summoned 38 Farmers to stack everything neatly, then left Red out and recalled the others to the game.
Once the prep work was done, Wu Jun pulled out his phone and called Wang Qidong. Upon hearing that Wu Jun had more work for him, Wang Qidong cheerfully accepted.
Working for Wu Jun these past few days was far better than scrambling for random jobs. He’d earned more in a few days than he used to make in an entire week of grueling work. An opportunity this good was one you’d have to fight for.
Not long after they hung up, Wang Qidong arrived at the warehouse.
After a brief chat, Wu Jun gave Wang Qidong the delivery address. Once Red finished loading the truck, the two of them set off.
Wang Qidong had just left when Wu Jun’s phone rang again. He pulled it out to see it was a call from Huang Zili.
"What’s up, Old Huang?" Wu Jun asked after picking up.
Huang Zili’s voice was filled with excitement. "Old Wu, my wife just got out of the operating room! The doctor said the surgery was a success. She’ll be able to go home after some time to recover."
Wu Jun breathed a sigh of relief to hear that Dong Yajun was out of danger. He told Huang Zili to focus on taking care of his wife and that he would help him find a good job once Dong Yajun was discharged from the hospital.
Huang Zili pressed him about the job, but Wu Jun kept it a secret, only saying that the offer would be off the table if he didn’t take good care of his wife. They chatted for a few more minutes before hanging up.
Less than three minutes after he hung up, Wu Jun got another order for 20 bags of rice.
The orders kept coming, but Wu Jun was starting to worry. ’Being chained to the warehouse all day answering the phone isn’t a viable solution... ’
’I’m still planning to expand my market share. I can’t just be satisfied with business from a dozen restaurants and give up on the much larger market of several thousand, can I?’
’Looks like it’s time for my second uncle to start working.’
As for hiring a sales team, Wu Jun had been mulling over some ideas for the past two days but wasn’t ready to recruit anyone yet.
Wu Jun called Wang Qidong and told him to return to the warehouse for the next order after he finished his current deliveries.
After ending his call with Wang Qidong, Wu Jun locked up the warehouse and drove his pickup toward the corridor-style apartment building where his second uncle lived.
He bought some breakfast at a shop downstairs, carried it up, and knocked on the door.
"Jun! When do I start work? Got any definite news for me?" The moment Wu Guangkun opened the door and saw Wu Jun, the question about work tumbled out. He’d been staying there for nearly a week with nothing to do but eat and sleep, and he was bored to death.
"You’re starting today. We’ll head to the warehouse right after you eat," Wu Jun said as he came in with the breakfast. "Go wash up, Second Uncle. I’ll drive you over after we’re done."
"Great, that’s great! I can finally get to work," Wu Guangkun said happily. He turned and left the room to wash his face in the communal washroom, then came back and scarfed down his breakfast in a few bites before urging Wu Jun to hurry up and leave.
The two men went downstairs, got into the pickup, and Wu Jun started driving toward the warehouse, briefing Wu Guangkun on the way.
By the time they arrived back at the warehouse, Wang Qidong and Red had already returned from their delivery and were waiting at the entrance.
Wu Jun made brief introductions, and the three of them were now acquainted.
With Red to handle loading and unloading and Wang Qidong to make deliveries, Wu Guangkun’s job was simple. There was a stool by the warehouse door; all he had to do was sit there, keep an eye on things, and wait for the other two to come back for the next shipment.