Earning 100 million a day, yet trapped in a county town.

Chapter 17 You'll be the stationmaster starting tomorrow.

Wang Guanxi stood up, patted his trouser leg, and smiled.

"Why would I ask them? They're not the bosses, they're just employees. What can a factory worker on an assembly line say about company strategy?"

Wang De was taken aback for a moment: "Then why did you come to get your feet washed?"

"Just checking things out," Wang Guanxi said as he walked out.

"What are you examining?"

"To investigate the level of high-end service industries in Jiangcheng."

Wang Guanxi glanced back at Wang Defa and said, "As you can see, the GG sign was broken, the light was off, and the technician was over forty years old."

Wang Defa followed him out: "So?"

"So this is the opportunity," Wang Guanxi said. "Jiangcheng's service industry is too backward, but men in Jiangcheng, whether they own shops, run transportation, or deliver packages like you, all have a need for foot massages. The current supply cannot meet this demand, which is a market gap."

Wang Defa seemed to understand a little.

"You mean...we should open a more upscale foot massage parlor?"

Wang Guanxi didn't answer, he just smiled.

It was almost 11 p.m. when I left the foot massage parlor.

Both of them were completely relaxed after soaking in the water, their soles were bright red, and walking felt like walking on cotton.

Wang Defa drove him home, and then Wang Guanxi drove himself back to the hotel.

There's no other way; we only have one car right now, so we'll just have to make do with it for now. It will be much more convenient for Wang Defa to drive one of the other two cars once they arrive.

After getting off the bus, Wang Defa prepared to turn around and go home.

Wang Guanxi got out of the passenger seat and called out to him.

"Defa".

"Um?"

Wang Guanxi took a key out of his pocket and handed it over.

The key was small, silver, with a small piece of blue tape on it with a few words written on it.

Wang Defa took it, looked down at it, and asked, "What kind of key is this?"

"While you were buying a car today, I wasn't idle either. I closed our company's first deal since its inception."

Wang Guanxi said it in a very calm tone.

Wang Defa's eyes immediately lit up.

"Holy crap!" He turned to face Wang Guanxi. "I thought you were only interested in the foot massage business, but I didn't expect you to make a move without saying a word? Tell me, which company did you invest in?"

Wang Guanxi said casually, "SF Express."

Wang Defa thought he had misheard and paused for a moment: "You mean... SF Express?"

"right."

"You bought SF Express?"

Wang Defa's voice rose eight octaves, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Wang Guanxi was amused by his reaction: "What are you thinking? SF Express is worth over 100 billion yuan now, how could I afford that? I bought the delivery station you use."

Wang Defa's mouth was agape, his expression frozen on his face.

"That... Jiangcheng Development Zone branch?"

"Yes, that's the one. You and the station manager seem to have a good relationship, right? I talked to him, the price was right, so I bought it."

Wang Defa's mind began to buzz.

"Why...why did you buy that?"

"Let's start a company," Wang Guanxi said. "Our newly registered investment company needs some business, right? Courier stations are a great entry point. Besides, you're familiar with this, so you'll get started quickly."

Wang Defa opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Wang Guanxi continued, "I'm not very familiar with the courier industry, so you'll be the station manager starting tomorrow."

"Stationmaster?" Wang Defa's voice rose again.

"Yes, station manager. You know better than I do about managing people, affairs, and operations. This key is the key to the station's main gate. Go early tomorrow. I've already spoken with the previous station manager, and he'll hand over the reins to you."

Wang Defa held the key in his hand, standing motionless as if struck by lightning.

The blue tape on the key had the words "Development Zone Branch" written on it.

it is true.

It's not a dream.

"Damn it..." Wang Defa's voice trembled slightly, "Wang Guanxi, why the hell didn't you discuss this with me first?"

Wang Defa wanted to say something, but Wang Guanxi had already gotten into the Zunjie S800.

He lightly pressed the accelerator, and the S800's motor emitted a low, electric hum. The car, like a black cheetah, glided silently away and quickly disappeared at the end of the street.

Wang Defa stood downstairs, clutching the key in his hand, staring blankly at the direction where the taillights disappeared for a long while.

Wang Defa walked upstairs very quietly.

It wasn't because he was afraid of waking anyone, but because he felt completely adrift.

Station Master.

Wang Defa, just yesterday he was a lousy deliveryman.

Today, he became the station manager.

If he doesn't get cocky, who will?

Wang Defa pushed open the door and returned home, where Zhang Yanfen was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

Her face darkened as soon as she saw Wang Defa enter the room.

"Wang Defa, look at the time!"

"You're only getting back now?"

"Do you still care about this family?"

In the past, at this time, he would put on a smile, speak humbly and coax, "Wife, I'm sorry, I won't do it again," and then go to wash up with his head down, not daring to utter a sound.

But today is different.

Because he remembered what Wang Guanxi said: "A man should be tougher."

Wang Defa straightened up, puffed out his chest, and said in a low but steady voice, "What do you know, you're just a woman?"

Zhang Yanfen was stunned.

She thought there was something wrong with her ears.

"What did you say?"

"I'm telling you," Wang Defa raised his voice, "I'm off negotiating a big deal today. What are you standing there for? Go get me a glass of water, can't you see your husband is thirsty?"

Zhang Yanfen's hair was almost standing on end.

She sprang up from the sofa, pointing her finger at Wang Defa's nose: "You, Wang Defa! Have you gone against the grain? You're just a deliveryman, what kind of business are you talking about?!"

Her mouth began firing like a machine gun:

"You think I don't know? You get 2.7 yuan for each package you collect and 1.2 yuan for each one you deliver! You can only make a maximum of 6,000 yuan a month! How are you going to do business? With whom? With the telephone poles on the street?"

"Pour me a glass of water? You used to be so quiet at home you wouldn't dare utter a sound. How much cat pee did you drink today to get like this?"

"Hey Wang Defa, don't think you're something special just because you've been hanging out with your childhood friend for a couple of days!"

Zhang Yanfen rattled off a long string of words, getting more and more excited as she spoke, her finger almost poking Wang Defa's face.

Wang Defa was not angry.

He sat on the sofa, legs crossed, looking at her indifferently, as if watching a performance that had nothing to do with him.

When Zhang Yanfen finally stopped to catch her breath after talking until her throat was dry, Wang Defa slowly began to speak.

"Are you done talking?"

Zhang Yanfen was panting heavily, glaring at him.

"Now that you've finished speaking, it's my turn to talk."

Wang Defa took the key out of his pocket and gently placed it on the coffee table.

The key struck the glass surface with a crisp "ding".

"Starting tomorrow," Wang Defa's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear, "I will be the station manager of the SF Express station in Jiangcheng Development Zone."

"This is the key to the post station gate."