Chapter 10: Chen Yansen, I've Got You Now

"Flirting with his daughter right in front of her own father—thank goodness I didn't get caught!"

Chen Yansen, in full retreat, pedaled his bicycle like mad, his heart shouting how thrilling it was, then burst into a heartless, loud laugh.

Youth really is goddamn beautiful!

Chen Yansen hummed a little tune all the way, meandering into an internet café, tossed the attendant twenty bucks, then picked a window-side seat and sat down.

"Sample received. Quality and appearance are basically ok, and it roughly meets our factory's purchasing expectations, but the cost-performance is slightly lacking. Could your company discuss the unit price further?"

"The first batch purchase quantity is 20% of the total order. We will decide the next batch's purchase quantity based on usage feedback, gift value, and after-sales service."

"Earphones must be included as a standard gift, otherwise there's nothing to talk about!"

"Right, right, right—besides the data cable, I also need some product promotional materials and posters…"

Chen Yansen clacked away on the keyboard nonstop, negotiating with three suppliers at the same time.

The real quantity of the order didn't matter. As long as his first purchase order could meet the sales side's psychological expectations, the rest could be left to them. Those commission-driven sales reps would naturally persuade the factory boss to agree to his harsh demands.

Half an hour later.

A sales rep from a factory located in Yangcheng's Electronics Port, brand name "Meimo," finally agreed to Chen Yansen's quoted price.

Meimo MP3, 2GB memory, comes with a data cable, 3.5mm wired earphones, and a storage pouch—wholesale price 22 Huayuan;

Meimo MP4, 4GB memory, comes with a data cable, Bluetooth earphones, and a storage pouch—wholesale price 116 Huayuan.

"-113,600!"

Chen Yansen looked at the number deducted from his bank card and laughed freely. He had never doubted his ability to make money. The difficulty of grabbing his first bucket of gold was, for him, nothing more than sailing with the wind.

After thinking for a moment, he called Wang Zihao again to ask about the warehouse progress.

"I thought about it—my family's old house has been empty, so it's perfect for using as a warehouse."

Wang Zihao said without hesitation, clearly having a plan ready long ago.

The old house had originally been his grandparents' home. Two years ago, after his grandmother passed away from illness, his dad had brought his grandfather back to live with them. The two houses were three or four li apart, and the doors were kept tightly locked day to day, so there was no worry of being noticed.

"Good, wait at home for my notice! By the way, you're taking Subject One next Thursday—don't drop the ball when the time comes."

Chen Yansen reminded him.

"Don't worry, these past two days I haven't even gone to the internet café—I've been at home doing practice questions."

Wang Zihao patted his chest, brimming with confidence.

"Glad you know that."

Chen Yansen said no more, hung up the phone directly, got up and logged off, hopped on his bicycle, and rode slowly home.

……

……

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye it was the early morning four days later.

"Mr. Chen, I'm a staff member from Bond Logistics. You have a shipment that has arrived. Where would be convenient for unloading?"

Chen Yansen, who had been sleeping soundly, was woken by a burst of urgent ringing.

Groggy, he pressed the answer key. After hearing the other party's words, he jolted awake and leapt out of bed.

"Hold on a moment, I'll send it to you right away."

Chen Yansen walked to his desk, sat down, and sent over the address of Wang Zihao's old house.

"Mr. Chen, I've received the text. It's about another twenty minutes or so to the destination."

The logistics guy on the other end reminded him.

"Got it, thanks."

After confirming the address with him once more, Chen Yansen hurriedly put down his phone and rushed into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

In just three minutes, he was dressed and ready.

Slam! —he shut the door!

Down on the first floor, he hopped on that folding Jete'an bike and rushed off to Xicheng in high gear.

"Haozi, our goods are here!"

On the way, Chen Yansen didn't forget to call Wang Zihao—after all, a total of 2,600 items, plus accessories and gifts, came to four standard pallets.

Trying to handle it alone, just the unloading and stacking alone would nearly kill him!

"Holy shit! I'm on my way!"

Wang Zihao was unusually excited. Ever since Chen Yansen told him about the money-making plan, he had been losing sleep night after night lately.

On one hand, he worried the business would fail and he'd end up battered and bruised.

On the other hand, he was wondering how to spend the money once he made it.

Of course, anxiety and unease took up the majority. Although Chen Yansen's plan looked airtight, in his view, two eighteen-year-old boys running a business worth several hundred thousand really didn't seem reliable.

"There's no choice but to succeed."

Wang Zihao quietly pumped himself up.

When he arrived at the old house, he saw from afar that Chen Yansen and a young man in a Bond Logistics work uniform were hauling goods with all their might.

"Sen-ge, I'm here!"

Wang Zihao waved and greeted him with a grin.

"Perfect timing—help unload the goods."

Chen Yansen wiped his sweat and let out a long breath. Despite his broad, burly build—one size bigger than Wang Zihao's—when it came to endurance, Wang Zihao was still stronger.

The guy had been running three 5K jogs every week since he was eight. He looked a bit chubby, but in fact had abundant stamina—once he got to work, one of him was worth two.

"You got it."

Wang Zihao didn't refuse either; he rolled up his sleeves and got straight to work.

The three of them worked for half an hour before finally moving all the boxes from the truck bed into the courtyard.

"Little brother, if I'd known the truck couldn't get in, I definitely wouldn't have helped you unload."

The Bond Logistics staff, sweating profusely and panting for breath, grumbled with heavy breaths.

Wang Zihao's old house was hidden in an alley barely wider than a shoulder; not only could his truck not get in, even a flatbed trailer was a tight fit, so they could only carry things by hand and shoulder.

"Thanks, brother! Haozi, go to the entrance and buy a case of mineral water, and get some ice cream too."

Chen Yansen plopped down on the bluestone slab and gave orders to Wang Zihao.

While speaking, he pulled a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and handed it to the logistics worker.

"This... this... it's too embarrassing."

The logistics worker kept refusing, but his anger vanished instantly; staring at Chen Yansen, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly: "He doesn't look that old, yet he handles things more seasoned and generous than an adult."

Helping unload wasn't something he did for the first time.

Generous people would buy him a pack of cigarettes, stingy ones a bottle of water, and tightfisted ones would just say thanks; some did give money, but he had never met anyone as young as Chen Yansen before.

"It's the least I can do; if you don't take it, I'll give you a bad review later."

Chen Yansen grinned wickedly.

Others worked hard until their shirts were soaked with sweat; a hundred yuan was absolutely worth it.

"Alright, alright, alright, then I won't be polite."

The logistics worker let out a dry laugh and casually accepted the hard-earned fee; what if the guy actually believed him and didn't give it later?

Wang Zihao saw it all and seemed to have a sudden realization.

He immediately responded, got up from the ground, and headed straight for the small shop at the alley entrance.

Chen Yansen leaned against a crate, panting heavily in big gasps.

Suddenly, the sound of rustling footsteps gradually approached; he thought it was Wang Zihao returning.

"Chen Yansen, I've caught your tail! Hee hee!"

The girl's light smile was like a clear spring chiming, carrying a touch of playfulness and a hint of triumph.

(End of this chapter)