MMB Chapter 220 Chen Fei
Chapter 220 Chen Fei
That person's name is Chen Fei, a few years older than Song Huan. He was a friend Song Huan met in her previous life when she was aimlessly spending her days in internet cafes.
He studied management and also loves playing video games.
Judging by his age, he should already be doing an internship by now.
During his senior year of college, Chen Fei's mother suddenly fell seriously ill and urgently needed money to save her life.
He tried his best to raise money from all sides, but he missed out on 50,000 yuan.
Just 50,000 yuan was needed to save his mother's life, and this became Chen Fei's deepest pain in his life.
Later, when he told Song Huan about it with tears in his eyes, his voice was trembling.
Later, Chen Fei and his friends opened an e-sports studio. But the more money they made, the more the deceased could never come back, and everything was meaningless.
Judging by the timing, it is currently the time when Chen Fei's mother is seriously ill.
Song Huan ran over and stood in front of Chen Fei.
He was in a hurry, walking quickly, as if he was rushing somewhere.
"Hello," Song Huan said, then held out her hand to stop him. "Is it convenient for us to talk?"
Chen Fei stopped and frowned.
He looked at the young man in the down jacket in front of him, a man he didn't recognize.
He stepped aside, preparing to go around it.
Song Huan did not allow it.
Chen Fei's voice was a little hoarse, and his tone was unfriendly, "I don't know you. What do you want?"
Song Huan didn't beat around the bush, "I've started an esports studio and need someone who knows how to manage it. Are you interested?"
Chen Fei looked him up and down.
It must have been a high school student, standing by the roadside talking about what kind of studio he was going to set up.
There are so many scammers and pyramid schemes these days, nobody would believe them.
He lost his patience, waved his hand, and was about to leave again.
Xiao Yunqing caught up from behind, panting. Hearing Song Huan's words, he knew that he wanted to recruit this person.
She pulled a poster out of her bag and handed it to him.
Chen Fei didn't answer. He glanced at the poster, then at Xiao Yunqing, and asked, "Making money by playing games?"
He shook his head. "I'm busy."
Song Huan looked at him. "But you need money."
Chen Fei stopped in his tracks.
He turned around, looked at Song Huan, and frowned.
How did you know?
Song Huan didn't answer. "Tomorrow at 2 PM, the address is on the poster. Come and take a look, it won't take up much of your time."
Chen Fei remained silent for a moment, then took the poster from Xiao Yunqing, folded it, and stuffed it into his pocket.
Without saying a word, he turned and left.
He still walked at that fast pace, the canvas bag bouncing behind him.
Xiao Yunqing watched his figure disappear around the street corner, then turned around.
"This guy doesn't look like someone who plays video games."
"But he's good at managing." Song Huan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.
Xiao Yunqing was even more puzzled. "How did you know?"
Song Huan turned her head away without explaining further, "I'll just go with my gut feeling."
He walked forward, took two steps, and then stopped.
"Go back and prepare the contracts. We have interviews tomorrow, and I expect we'll have to eliminate some people."
Xiao Yunqing nodded and followed.
……
The next afternoon, a number of people were standing at the entrance of Tianqi Internet Cafe.
In twos and threes, some people were smoking, some were squatting on the steps looking at their phones, and some were peering through the glass door.
The door opened, and Song Huan stood in the doorway, waving to the outside.
"Come in."
The crowd surged in, and the hall was instantly filled.
Some people looked around curiously, touched the computer, and tried out the chair.
Someone sitting in their seat accidentally pressed the power button, the screen lit up, then turned off again.
Someone went up to the second floor and came down saying, "There are machines up there too."
Song Huan stood at the front desk, with a stack of forms and a pen beside her.
He clapped his hands.
"Everyone, please be quiet. My name is Song Huan, and I'm the person in charge of this studio. Those of you who came for interviews today, come one by one to my side."
The first person to walk over was in his early twenties, with dyed yellow hair and wearing a leather jacket with the zipper undone.
He sat down in front of Song Huan, crossed his legs, and asked, "What games are you playing here?"
Song Huan didn't look at him, but wrote on the form, "Fantasy Westward Journey, World of Warcraft, play both."
The man nodded. "How is the salary calculated?"
"Base salary of 1,500, plus commission. You get 30% of every piece of equipment you sell."
The man's eyes lit up. "When can I start work?"
"Come next Sunday."
Song Huan pushed the form over, "Sign and put your fingerprint on it."
The man picked up the pen, quickly signed his name, pressed his thumb into the inkpad next to his name.
Xiao Yunqing stood to the side and handed over the contract.
The man took it, glanced at it, stuffed it into his pocket, and left.
The second, the third, the fourth.
Some people sat down to talk, while others stood up, shook their heads, and walked away.
Song Huan asked questions very quickly, each lasting no more than three minutes.
Salary, working hours, and commission rates are all discussed in a few words. If it's acceptable, sign the contract; if not, leave.
Xiao Yunqing was busy handing out and receiving contracts, barely having time to breathe.
Several people waiting for their interviews nearby were whispering among themselves.
"This person doesn't look very old, does he?"
"Eighteen? Nineteen?"
"He looks like a student, but he speaks with a mature air about him."
"The pay is decent. The base salary is 1,500, which is higher than my previous job."
Some people nodded, while others stroked their chins.
More than forty people came for interviews, and after screening, thirty-five people signed contracts.
Song Huan stacked the contracts, clipped them together, and placed them on the front desk.
Xiao Yunqing shook her hand and looked towards the door.
Everyone had left, but Chen Fei was still nowhere to be seen.
She glanced at her watch, then looked outside.
"He's not not coming, is he?"
Song Huan leaned against the counter, looking at the door. "I don't know, let's wait and see."
And so another half hour passed.
It was completely dark when the streetlights came on, casting a dim, yellowish light through the glass door onto the floor.
Xiao Yunqing turned on the light; the fluorescent tube flickered twice and then lit up.
She walked back and stood next to Song Huan.
"Do we have to wait?"
Song Huan nodded.
Another hour passed.
Xiao Yunqing went out for a while and came back carrying two boxed lunches.
She sat down next to Song Huan and pushed a boxed lunch in front of him.
"Let's eat first, otherwise your stomach will hurt from hunger again."
Song Huan paused for a moment, then looked down at the boxed lunch.
The transparent plastic box contained rice, braised pork, and stir-fried vegetables.
He raised his head and looked at Xiao Yunqing.
She had already opened her own portion, broken her chopsticks, picked up a mouthful of rice, and put it in her mouth.
Song Huan opened her lunchbox and started eating. The two sat side by side on the chairs behind the front desk, eating their lunchboxes and looking towards the door.
It was pitch black outside, with streetlights illuminating the empty streets.
The meal is finished.
Song Huan threw the empty box into the trash can and sat back down.
He glanced at the clock on the wall; it was almost nine o'clock.
He sighed and stood up from his chair.
"Let's go back."
Xiao Yunqing also stood up, put the contract into her bag, and zipped it up.
The glass door was pushed open from the outside.
A man rushed in, panting, bent over, hands on his knees.
Military green jacket, canvas bag, black-rimmed glasses. Chen Fei looked up, his forehead covered in sweat.
"I'm sorry, I'm late."
Seeing him running so hard he was out of breath, Song Huan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He took the contract out of Xiao Yunqing's bag and placed it on the counter.
"It's alright. Please sit down."
Chen Fei straightened up, walked to the counter, pulled out a chair, and sat down.