radicalducati Chapter 2 Joining Huayu Digital City
Chapter 2 Joining Huayu Digital City
"Zhong Liang, Zhong Liang, you're utterly heartless." Lin Feng had been indignant ever since he entered the dormitory.
The reason was simple: Zhong Liang had lied to him again.
About half an hour ago, after they had packed their luggage, Zhong Liang called them to his office to discuss their onboarding, including salary and benefits.
Ye Chen, fresh out of school, wasn't familiar with the situation and couldn't join the conversation. Lin Feng, treating Ye Chen like a notebook, placed him beside him and said before even entering the office, "Brother Chen, it's time for you to put your skills to good use. You have a good memory, so write down all the details later, and we'll review them back at the dorm. This Zhong Liang seems very cunning!"
"I'll try my best," Ye Chen replied in a low voice, a rare display of humility.
"No way, my genius! You can recite the 'Memorial to the Throne' by heart. This little thing is a piece of cake for you!" Lin Feng was getting impatient, afraid that Ye Chen wouldn't take it seriously, so Ye Chen had no choice but to nod.
Ye Chen got a general understanding of the situation from Zhong Liang's spittle-flecked explanation.
Huayu Digital City... Sigh, a pheasant is a pheasant, it can never become a phoenix.
Huayu Digital City uses a tiered algorithm for salary calculation:
The first tier is for monthly sales profits below 3,000 yuan, with a base salary of 800 yuan and no commission;
The second tier is for monthly profits of over 3,000 yuan, with a base salary of 1,200 yuan and a commission of 10%.
The third tier requires monthly sales profits of over 6,000 yuan, with a base salary of 1,600 yuan and a commission of 20%.
Let's not even talk about the fourth tier. The sales profit requirement is over 12,000 yuan. Based on the Nokia N93, which has the best profit margin, you would need to sell ten units! This is basically impossible to achieve.
And there are absolutely no guarantees whatsoever!
The work arrangements for Ye Chen and Lin Feng were also finalized—Ye Chen, being a novice fresh out of the sect, wasn't qualified to work directly at the counter and would remain in the apprenticeship stage for one month. Zhong Liang said he was kind-hearted and that Ye Chen's apprenticeship could be extended indefinitely.
During the apprenticeship, his responsibilities included odd jobs: pouring water for customers when they entered the store; handing out flyers when there were no customers; and even handling after-sales service for customers downloading MP3 audio files.
The salary is 800 yuan, with no commission.
Lin Feng didn't have a probationary period; he went straight to the counter as a salesperson. Ye Chen was somewhat surprised, but after hearing Lin Feng and Zhong Liang bickering, he realized that Lin Feng was a hidden talent.
Lin Feng is a seasoned salesman. Last year, he broke records by achieving a monthly retail profit of 10,000 yuan at the Shenzhen Mobile Phone Wholesale Market, making him quite well-known in the industry.
Unfortunately, Raymond Lam's talents went unrecognized. In short, his boss was too stingy. Unable to bear it any longer, Raymond Lam packed his bags and ran away one night.
Zhong Liang was no pushover either. He played the role of a shady intermediary, hoping to bring Lin Feng over first, but he didn't expect to bring along a burden like Ye Chen.
Ye Chen recalled Zhong Liang's sly smile as he said, "With hard work, earning three thousand a month is not a dream."
Seeing his expression, Lin Feng gritted his teeth in hatred.
Zhong Liang's gaze towards Ye Chen was indescribable; that look of disdain left the great genius completely bewildered!
Helpless, Ye Chen could only complain to Lin Feng: "This is truly an inauspicious start! Why bring up the 'Memorial on Dispatching the Troops' for no reason? It's too unlucky."
For Ye Chen, going back in disgrace would make him look like a loser, so he might as well make the best of it.
It was 11 p.m. Zhong Liang suggested a welcome dinner for them, a late-night snack, and a chance to familiarize them with the nightlife in Jilong.
They started from the store. Zhong Liang pointed with his chin to the brightly lit shop with a huge sign across the street, his tone casual but with a hint of coldness: "See that? 'DaDi Digital'. Our number one rival here, ruthless in both hands and heart."
Ye Chen and Lin Feng followed Zhong Liang's gaze to the DaDi Digital store across the street... Lin Feng retorted sarcastically, "So shamelessness always comes in pairs."
The entire Jilong Commercial City has a total of 77 stores, including 49 shoe stores that advertise factory direct sales, two telecommunications company service halls, 12 clothing stores, one Shaxian snack shop, one flower shop, one clinic, four bank service halls, eight mobile phone sales stores, and one large daily necessities department store.
Among the eight competitors, there are two chains: Huayu Chain and Dadi Chain. Lin Feng's mouth was never one to hold back: "This is quite interesting. Two legitimate stores have been squeezed into this state by two shady stores. How interesting!"
Tomorrow Communications, Future Communications, Shanhe Communications, and Ahua Communications all have only one storefront, with some daily necessities scattered around the entrance, making them somewhat deserted.
At the end of the Kuala Lumpur Trade City, there is a large river called the Kuala Lumpur River. Standing by the river, the wind blowing across the surface of the river brings a strange smell, a mixture of the fishy smell of the river water and the smell of shoe glue.
The street was lined with many blue tents, their color fading to white, forming five separate food stalls. People finishing work arrived in small groups, making the night market lively. Those seated had beer at their feet and held dice cups, calling out their wares. Most of the accents were from outside the province, and there were many young women in their twenties, their faces flushed from drinking, adding to their allure.
Ye Chen and his two companions sat down at one of the food stalls, run by a Hakka couple. They didn't order much, just a plate of salt and pepper duck heads, a plate of stir-fried snails, and three plates of fried rice noodles.
Zhong Liang asked, "Can I drink beer?"
Ye Chen shook his head. Lin Feng was eager to try, and Zhong Liang laughed and said, "Drink if you want. Men should be more forthright. The girls at the next table are more forthright than you. A rugged man is more attractive. Ah Feng is already pretty; if his personality is more like a girl's, he's doomed."
Raymond Lam immediately changed his expression: "You dog Chung Leung, if you can't speak properly, then shut your mouth."
Lin Feng is still confused by Zhong Liang's direct revelation of his shortcomings and the series of events that happened today. He feels like he's been completely fooled by this fatso.
When you drink too much, you naturally talk more, and there are some things you can't say without alcohol.
After drinking two bottles of Tsingtao beer, Zhong Liang held the bottle up for a long time, muttering to himself. At first, he commented on the female staff members, repeatedly mentioning Aya: "I just got married too early. I really had to get Aya. Her face, tsk tsk! Honestly, she's no less beautiful than those on TV!"
"You know what, Lin Feng has a good-looking face, he'd be perfect as a gigolo. There are plenty of female CEOs in Jilong, if he puts in a little more effort, he could save himself twenty years of hard work."
"Ah Feng, you absolutely mustn't pursue Aya. Two pretty girls like that aren't a good match. If you go on a date, it'll look like two sisters going shopping."
"Brother Chen, you could try pursuing Aya. She's a top salesperson, after all, and earns a high salary. The female boss probably wouldn't be interested in you. Let Aya support you. Sigh, too bad Aya isn't interested in me."
Influenced by Raymond Lam, Chung Liang also called Ye Chen "Brother Chen." Ye Chen felt awkward, since Chung Liang was six years older than him. Every time, he would earnestly say, "Manager, just call me Ah Chen, or Ye Chen."
"Okay, Brother Chen." Zhong Liang always agreed earnestly, and after a few times, Ye Chen just went along with it.
As Zhong Liang's ramblings became increasingly absurd, the two men's expressions grew increasingly grim. Lin Feng finally interrupted him, saying, "Zhong Liang, why are you just chatting and not drinking? Don't try to cheat me!"
When they returned, Zhong Liang and Lin Feng were unsteady on their feet, and Ye Chen had to support one of them, half-walking and half-dragging them back. The lights in the girls' dormitory were all off, and Ye Chen regretted not being able to meet his new colleagues.
Ye Chen also turned off the lights and rested. He was indeed exhausted after a long day of running around.
Before taking a break, Ye Chen has a habit of reviewing the useful information he received that day. Today, besides his salary, the information he heard most about was Aya.
Ye Chen was very curious about the celestial beauty Aya that Zhong Liang had mentioned; he hoped he could see her when he woke up tomorrow.
Ye Chen boasted that he had a photographic memory, but in reality, it was just him praising his own wares. He simply liked to review things, and after doing so many times, he naturally remembered them.
Of course, for Ye Chen, the urge to review his past experiences was also a form of pain. Some deeply etched pains seemed even more profound, making it difficult to escape their grip.