In the small room of the small supermarket, on a folding bed.
Wu Jun heard his phone ring. With a lazy flip, he glanced at the caller ID. This time, it was his cousin, Qian Na.
"What’s up, cousin?" Wu Jun answered the phone, playing dumb.
He had just blacklisted the number saved under "Hothead," and now the call was being rerouted through his cousin.
"Hey, Wu Jun, that bastard Yan Ming just called me! Oh my god, it was hilarious! The guy sounded like he was about to cry, begging me to call you and plead his case," Qian Na’s voice bubbled with glee from the other end. "I’ve had to put up with his crap for years, and now I finally feel vindicated. It’s so satisfying!"
Wu Jun had known this day would come. He’d had an epiphany back when he sealed his first major order with Luo Zhengang.
With a good product, you don’t have to grovel and beg customers to buy it. It’s more like they’ll be begging you to sell to them. Hongyun Rice, without a doubt, had that kind of power.
Wu Jun said, "Let’s just ignore him. It’s not like we’re hurting for one restaurant’s business."
"Yan Ming said Wanrong Restaurant wants to place a one-time order for 200 bags of rice," Qian Na said, her laughter subsiding as she tried to persuade him. "Their rice bowl takeout is really popular. I bet they’ll go through those 200 bags in less than a month. That adds up to a lot of money over a year. Let’s not let a few unpleasant words get in the way of making money. Harmony brings wealth, right?"
After hearing what Qian Na said, Wu Jun was still hesitating over whether to forgive this "Hothead" when his phone vibrated. He had received a money transfer notification.
Wu Jun opened it and saw it was a transfer for 10,000 yuan.
The transfer note read: Boss Wu, please be the bigger man. I beg you not to hold my foolishness against me. Yan Ming from Wanrong Restaurant.
"Alright, I’ll let him off the hook." Seeing how sincere "Hothead’s" apology was, Wu Jun couldn’t be bothered to hold a grudge. He had already forgotten what "Hothead" had said, only remembering that the guy had a terrible temper.
His cousin was right. Harmony brings wealth. And hadn’t it just brought him 10,000 yuan?
"Gotta go, cousin. Get ready to grab some red envelopes." Wu Jun said before hanging up.
Happiness is better when shared. It was better to take this 10,000 yuan windfall and spread the joy around.
Wu Jun opened his family chat group and, without holding anything back, sent out the entire 10,000 yuan he had just received as red envelopes. A shower of red envelopes rained down on the group.
Bian Xuedao: Thanks for the huge red envelope, Boss Wu!
Qian Na: Thanks for the huge red envelope, Boss Wu!
Ma Dongmei: Thanks for the huge red envelope, Boss Wu!
Wu Jun: "..."
Even his own mother was joining in and calling him Boss Wu.
A few minutes later, after the red envelope shower was over, Ma Siyu finally surfaced.
Ma Siyu sent a bloody cleaver emoji: Wu Jun, tell me, what is THIS!!!
Wu Jun: Is it that time of the month for the cleaver?
Everyone: ...
After shooting the breeze with his family in the group chat for about an hour, Wu Jun removed Yan Ming’s number from his blacklist.
The moment he did, a call came in from Yan Ming. Who knew if the guy had been redialing nonstop for the past hour. Wu Jun answered.
"Brother Wu, you’re like my own dear brother! I finally got through to you!" Yan Ming’s voice, choked with tears of joy, came from the other side.
"Brother Wu, I apologize to you again. My attitude that day was terrible, just awful. Please, let me off the hook. Give a brother a way to live. I’ve got elderly parents and young kids at home, all depending on my salary to eat." Yan Ming immediately launched into a sob story, and he made it sound so real.
If Wu Jun hadn’t learned the truth about him from his cousin—that the guy was a bachelor—he almost would have believed him.
Wu Jun said, "Just get to the point. Cut the crap. If you don’t get down to business, I’m hanging up."
Yan Ming hurriedly said, "200 bags of rice. Cash on delivery tomorrow, at Wanrong Restaurant."
Wu Jun: "..."
Just buying rice, and this guy made it sound like some kind of shady deal. He was really one of a kind.
"Alright, got it." Wu Jun agreed, then casually hung up.
Hearing that it had gone quiet outside, Wu Jun glanced at the time. It was almost 10 PM. He got out of bed, went to the bathroom for a shower, and then returned to his room to sleep.
「The next morning.」
When Wu Jun woke up, Xu Fei had already made breakfast, and Xu Minli had also come downstairs to the supermarket.
Wu Jun greeted them both and turned to the bathroom to wash up.
After washing up, the three of them sat around the dining table in the small kitchen to eat.
Halfway through the meal, Xu Fei suddenly said, "Brother Wu, I’d like to go out and try things on my own today."
"You don’t need me to come with you? Are you sure?" Wu Jun stopped what he was doing and looked up at Xu Fei to confirm.
Xu Fei said with a determined expression, "I don’t. I can handle it myself."
"Alright then. Drive carefully, and don’t rush." Seeing that Xu Fei had made up her mind, Wu Jun didn’t try to persuade her further.
After breakfast, Wu Jun and Xu Fei headed out again.
Xu Fei took the pickup truck to the Xiao’anshe warehouse to pick up a shipment.
Wu Jun took a taxi to the newly rented warehouse on Alliance Road. On the way, he called Wang Qidong and told him to handle the 200-bag rice order for Wanrong Restaurant.
He got out of the taxi on the main road outside the warehouse, walked to the entrance, took out his key, and pushed the door open to go inside.
He hadn’t withdrawn any inventory from the game for the past two days, so he had accumulated nearly 80 tons.
The stock at the Xiao’anshe warehouse hadn’t sold out yet, and this new warehouse hadn’t been officially put into use. Only Wu Jun knew about it, so no one would come to disturb him.
Wu Jun locked the door from the inside, took out the phone bound to Resource Tycoon, and unlocked it with his fingerprint. He withdrew all the inventory from the game and summoned the Farmer to stack it all neatly.
After withdrawing the inventory, Wu Jun took a taxi to the hospital. He chatted with his father and mother for a while and transferred 100,000 yuan to his mom as spending money.
Ma Dongmei knew her son was busy setting up a business for the Ma Family. She was delighted that her son was so considerate of her side of the family. Though she didn’t say much, she was very happy inside. After a bit of small talk, she urged Wu Jun to leave.
Wu Jun saw that his father was recovering well and was in good spirits. He reminded his mother to buy whatever they wanted to eat before finally leaving the hospital.
After leaving the hospital, Wu Jun took a taxi to the company at West Sanzhuang Villa.
As soon as he walked into the company, he saw several new faces, and they were all young, vibrant women.
"This is our Boss Wu. Everyone, say hello to Boss Wu," Dong Lizhu said with a smile as she introduced him to the young women.
"Hello, Boss Wu." Hearing Dong Lizhu say that Wu Jun was the big boss, the young women’s eyes filled with surprise.
Wu Jun was twenty-seven, but he had a baby face and looked like a recent college graduate. His tall stature and handsome looks were all bonus points.
’The new company has a top-notch office environment and great pay, and the boss is even a young, handsome guy! How did I get so lucky?!’
"Hello, everyone. Welcome to Junheng." Wu Jun nodded in greeting, exchanged a few words with Dong Lizhu, and then turned to go upstairs.
Entering his office, Wu Jun leaned back in the boss’s chair. ’So comfortable!’
’This is more like being a boss. The days of running around, tired as a mule, are finally coming to an end.’
Hearing a knock at the door, Wu Jun sat up straight and said, "Come in."
Dong Lizhu pushed the door open and came in to report. "Boss Wu, the young women downstairs were hired as order takers, dispatchers, and customer service staff. I’ve already instructed the regional managers to contact the main office directly with any new orders."
"Mm, got it. Thank you for your hard work, Director Dong," Wu Jun nodded. At the hospital, he had been wondering why his phone was so quiet today. ’So it’s because someone is sharing the load now.’
After finishing her report, Dong Lizhu said she was going downstairs to train the new employees and left.
’Now I can finally be a real slacker.’ The market was divided up, and he no longer had to take orders himself.
’It seemed like the only work left for him each day was withdrawing goods from the game. No one could do that for him; he still had to do it himself.’