Chapter 1818 - 750: Celebration...Victory Party? (2)

Chapter 1818: Chapter 750: Celebration...Victory Party? (2)

Zhou Wang glanced over and casually said, "And a Tianxia Zunshang 5000?"

"Oh, you actually know this cigarette!"

Han Zechen was somewhat surprised, after all, this brand is a "priceless" limited edition, with a market circulation price reaching nearly 20,000 yuan a pack. Most people haven’t even heard of it, let alone seen it.

While Han Zechen was in a daze, Zhou Wang had unceremoniously reached out and taken it. "Thanks."

"..."

Han Zechen looked at his now empty palm, feeling a bit baffled.

Who takes a whole pack when offered a cigarette?

This pack of cigarettes had just been unwrapped by Han Zechen, and he hadn’t even had the chance to smoke one before Zhou Wang stuffed it directly into his pants pocket.

"You..."

Han Zechen glanced at Zhou Wang’s pants pocket, wanting to speak but too embarrassed to ask for the cigarettes back. Instead, he reluctantly took out a pack of Zhonghua from his own pocket but this time wisely took out two sticks before handing one to Zhou Wang.

"I don’t really smoke these; thanks, you go ahead."

Who knew Zhou Wang would wave him off in disdain, not even bothering to take the cigarette.

Damn it...

Even though Han Zechen thought of himself as quite composed, he was still a bit upset at this moment.

What’s with that disdainful look?

What, smoking a hundred-yuan pack of Jin Zhongzhi is too beneath you?

Admittedly, compared to a thousand-yuan-plus pack of Tianxia Zunshang, Jin Zhongzhi is indeed just "cheap tobacco," but the issue is... If you’re so picky, don’t swipe my cigarettes!

Feeling a bit off-kilter due to Zhou Wang’s actions, Han Zechen decided not to smoke at all. He put away the Zhonghua, took a deep breath to regain his composure, though the smile on his face disappeared.

"I’m Han Zechen, the boss of the Coastal Farewell Society across from here."

"I know, what do you want?"

"You’re partners with Yang Hao, right?"

Han Zechen said with deep eyes, "I can tell you directly, Yang Hao has offended me, and if you don’t want..."

"I was the one who did that."

"...What did you say?"

Interrupted, Han Zechen was dumbfounded once more.

"What happened in the bar, that was me. If you have issues, come at me instead."

Zhou Wang sighed and repeated.

That day, Zhou Wang didn’t come forward himself because he didn’t want Ji Xiaoxi and Hua Suisui to find out, but now there was no point in letting Yang Hao take the fall anymore. After all, this Han Zechen had some background, and Zhou Wang was worried he’d try something sly that Yang Hao couldn’t handle.

"It was you?"

Han Zechen’s expression changed a little.

He had initially intended to stir up trouble between the two, but to his surprise, he’d made a mistake about who was involved from the start.

"Yes, it was me. So, if you have any issues, you can direct them at me, but I should remind you, business is business, don’t play with fire too easily, okay?"

Zhou Wang took out the pack of Tianxia from his pants pocket at this moment, and while rummaging for a lighter, he said casually.

"Are you lecturing me..."

Han Zechen was displeased. What kind of person is this? Doesn’t even offer a cigarette after taking my own, but before he could finish, Zhou Wang interrupted again.

"Hey, got a light?"

"..."

Han Zechen handed over his lighter.

"Thanks, then, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be off?"

Zhou Wang lit the cigarette, thought for a moment, then turned back and added, "Oh, by the way, wish you prosperous business... Sincerely, keep it up!"

Han Zechen’s mouth involuntarily twitched, perhaps wanting to return a smile, but it didn’t feel right, so he stood there awkwardly.

It was only until he watched Zhou Wang walk into his own shop that the somewhat frustrated Han Zechen suddenly felt like smoking, but just as he placed a cigarette in his mouth, something felt off.

Groping up and down his pockets, Han Zechen’s face twisted in anger, letting out a roar that startled Da Qiang next to him.

"Damn, my newly bought lighter... Zhou Wang, you bastard!"

...

"Tsk, a Dunhill, huh? This little Han has some taste."

Walking into the shop, Zhou Wang pulled out the golden lighter from his pocket and, after a quick observation, clicked his tongue in approval.

Just then, Yang Hao approached, "Brother Dog, you’re finally back!"

"Here’s a lighter for you."

Zhou Wang casually tossed the lighter over.

"A Dunhill?"

Yang Hao marveled at it but grinned as he pocketed it, "This must be worth a few thousand, right? Tsk tsk, Brother Dog, does this count as an early red envelope for me?"

"What red envelope?"

Zhou Wang was baffled, and his expression quickly turned serious, "By the way, what’s going on, is it the cash flow..."

"Brother Dog, come over here first, everyone’s waiting for you!"

Yang Hao interrupted him, leading him to the door of the internal meeting room.

The meeting room was a separate inside area, only covered by a simple curtain at the entrance. Zhou Wang, not quite sure what Yang Hao was plotting, took a deep breath and pulled the curtain open.

"Surprise!"

Zhou Wang had just walked in when a series of celebratory poppers went off, leaving him completely stunned.

Along with the falling colorful fragments, there were also the silver bell-like cheers and screams of the girls.

Looking up, Zhou Wang saw the dozen or so employees of the Wanghai Farewell Society all clapping together, with the small meeting room decorated brightly. In front, there was a big line of text flashing on the screen:

"Wanghai Farewell Society Phase Summary and Celebration Event"

"Celebration event?"

Zhou Wang blinked in confusion, "Celebrating what?"

"Hahaha, Brother Dog, didn’t expect this, did you? Are you shocked?"

Yang Hao sneaked up from behind with a mischievous grin, patting Zhou Wang’s shoulder while laughing, "I specifically prepared this surprise for you, do you like it?"

"Hold on, what exactly are you talking about... What surprise?"

Zhou Wang waved to stop Yang Hao, trying to figure out what was happening.

"Do you know how much our workload has increased in the past week?"

Yang Hao pumped his fist excitedly, "720%... Over seven times more! Before, the two of us would work ourselves to death, working overtime, and at most do a dozen orders a week, but now it feels like with a bit more effort, a hundred orders aren’t out of reach; Brother Dog, can you imagine, a hundred orders!"

"..."

"Brother Dog, you really have great foresight, hiring so many people at once. I even doubted you before; I was wrong!"

"..."

After a long silence, Zhou Wang finally began to recover.

He didn’t pay attention to the proud and enthusiastic employees in the meeting room but instead pulled Yang Hao outside again.

"Let me ask you, didn’t you adjust the prices as I instructed?"

Zhou Wang’s face was serious.

"I did. As you requested, we lowered all our products’ prices, with the lowest service processes even at a 70% discount... Isn’t it low enough?"

Yang Hao initially protested with a bit of grievance, but then he gradually grew excited again, "But you were right, Brother Dog, even though the customer unit price decreased, with the wild increase in workload, our preliminary estimate is that our gross profit increased by at least over twice; indeed, small profits bring quick sales is the way to go!"

"You mean to say... this past week not only did we not suffer losses, but our gross profit increased by two times?"

Zhou Wang opened his mouth, momentarily at a loss for words.

"Yes, that’s already after subtracting the high personnel costs. If we could squeeze those people’s salaries a little lower, maybe we’d earn even more..."

"Wait a minute!"

Zhou Wang suddenly grabbed Yang Hao’s collar as he remembered something, "Speaking of workforce... Did you force them to work overtime? What did I say to you before?"

"No, no, Brother Dog, I strictly implemented the seven-hour double-rest work system as you instructed, even occasionally organizing team-building dinners... Uh, but for some reason, everyone often volunteers to work overtime, and they don’t even want overtime pay."

At this point, Yang Hao recalled something, looking quite admiring, "Everyone says that the shop’s work system is just too humane, and they feel embarrassed to slack off, only wanting to work hard so they can repay us."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Wang finally understood where the enormous increase in business volume came from. Even though when hiring, he tried to choose fresh graduates who were blank slates.

But this wasn’t an overly complex job, and as long as they were dedicated, with so many people working hard together, it wasn’t surprising the business volume surged?

Zhou Wang was on the verge of tears.

He had offered such good benefits and a relaxed work system initially to give everyone more leniency at work...

How did things end up developing the opposite way?