I Really Didn't Mean to Make Money

“Once a teacher, always like a father, huh.”

Wu Yu replied with a smile. But when he saw Wei Yan’s serious expression, he quickly adjusted his demeanor and spoke more respectfully.

“These two are new to the company too—just like me, no real experience yet.”

“We came today to seek your guidance, Master, to learn a bit about how to handle sales.”

“Have a seat, then.”

Wei Yan gestured toward the empty chairs in the office.

Once everyone sat down, he continued:

“Experience, huh? It’s just about running around, doing more, putting in effort. Don’t be afraid of rejection. Grow a thick skin. Over time, you’ll figure things out.”

“But no matter how much I tell you, it’s not like you’ll get orders right away.”

“Since you’ve come all this way to ask, I’ll give you a shortcut.”

As Wei Yan spoke, he reached for his water cup but found it was empty.

Wu Yu reacted quickly, grabbed the cup, and went to fill it at the water dispenser.

Seeing the full cup of water, Wei Yan smiled slightly and continued:

“What makes veteran sales reps so good? First, experience. Second, their client base. After years of work, they’ve got countless customer contacts. That’s why their performance is so strong.”

“So, if you want to get results quickly—get orders—you need more leads.”

“As for me, since I’ve been reassigned here as a department head, I’m not sure if I’ll be going back to sales.”

“So I might as well pass on some of my client list to you. The more people you visit, the better your chances of landing orders.”

“Thank you, Master!”

Wu Yu looked overjoyed. He hadn’t expected to gain so much from this visit.

“Alright, if there’s nothing else, get out there and do some sales. Don’t make me regret giving you these contacts.”

“I’ll organize the information and send it to your phone.”

“And the gift—I’ll accept it.”

Wei Yan tapped the gift box on the table. All of them were doing sales, and gift-giving was part of the game. He didn’t want them thinking they could get rewards without putting anything in.

After Wu Yu and the others left, Wei Yan picked up one of the gift boxes and stepped out of the office. He turned a corner and entered the manager’s office.

“Director Wei, I thought you’d still be in the employee training room around this time.”

Fang Chang looked up and joked as Wei Yan walked in.

“Oh, just a junior from the clothing factory came to ask a few questions about sales. Brought a few boxes of tea, too.”

“I can’t drink that much by myself—thought I’d bring you one to try.”

Wei Yan said as he casually placed the gift box on Fang Chang’s desk.

“You’re too kind, Director Wei. Well, I’ll gladly accept then.”

Fang Chang smiled. Since it was a goodwill gesture, refusing it would be awkward.

“Good thing you’re here, Director Wei. Saves me from having to track you down—I’ve got something to report.”

Zhao Bowen suddenly burst in from outside.

“What is it? What’s got you all flustered?”

Fang Chang looked puzzled.

“It’s about Tianlong Game. I’ve been monitoring its backend data recently, and today, the number of online players started to increase.”

“Revenue is going up too—not by a lot, but it’s been steadily growing.”

Zhao Bowen reported quickly.

Fang Chang looked surprised.

“Do we know why?”

“Not yet. But the revenue source is weird—over 90% comes from memberships. And almost all users stop upgrading at Tier 3.”

Zhao Bowen recalled the backend stats, his expression a bit odd.

“Is there some special reward at Membership Tier 3?”

Wei Yan, listening from the side, suddenly asked.

Everyone stopping at Tier 3 suggested that Tier 3 must offer something they specifically wanted.

Zhao Bowen shook his head.

“No special reward. Just some basic ingots and a ring that gives +1 Luck.”

Wei Yan was confused. He didn’t know enough about the game to understand the significance of a +1 Luck item.

But Fang Chang was different—he understood how stats worked in the game.

A +1 to Luck had a minimal impact.

So what did they want the ring for?

Fang Chang thought about it for a while but couldn’t come up with an answer. He could only sigh and tell Zhao Bowen:

“Keep monitoring Tianlong’s data. Report any updates or changes immediately.”

—

Clothing Factory Office.

Chen Mo happily exited Tianlong Game. He’d just gone on a killing spree in-game, and anyone who met him in the wild was instantly defeated.

And today, there were noticeably more players out there—but they’d all become his prey.

He leaned back in his chair and turned his attention to the system panel.

His system funds had dropped to just over 4 million now.

But Tang Qiu’s annual salary still hadn’t been transferred from accounting. Once that went through, he’d be left with a bit over 3 million in system funds.

Of that, a million needed to be set aside for next month’s employee salaries and various tax and miscellaneous expenses.

That left a bit over 2 million.

The upcoming sports meet at the end of the month would use up part of it too.

In other words, if he could spend just over a million more, he could zero out this round of system funds.

Just over a million?

Should be easy enough to spend.

And with more than 40 days until the system settlement, he had plenty of time to burn through it.

—

Employee Cafeteria.

After dinner, Li Shen found Wang Maonian in the kitchen and asked:

“How’s it going, Uncle Wang?”

“I followed your instructions—packed 32 boxes of dishes, each with two types of food. And I packed 38 boxes of rice.”

Wang Maonian led Li Shen to a corner and pointed at two large cardboard boxes.

“All in there. Rice on the left, dishes on the right.”

Li Shen walked over, squatted down, opened a rice box and a food box to check. Everything looked fine. He nodded.

“Looks good. I’ll take these to the front entrance and test the waters.”

“I’ll go with you.”

Wang Maonian looked at the two big boxes. One person couldn’t carry them alone.

“No need. Just help me get them to the cafeteria door. I brought out the trolley from the workshop—it’ll make things easy.”

Li Shen shook his head. This was his idea—no need to trouble others.

Besides, this was just the beginning. Once business picked up, he wouldn’t have to deliver anymore. He could just set up a window at the cafeteria and let people come buy it themselves.