One Yuan First Recharge: I'm Actually the Boss Behind a Fortune 500 Company

The atmosphere in Xingyue Media's conference room was somewhat subtle.

Six people sat around the conference table, the lights were on, and the expressions on each person's face were clearly visible.

Zhou Jianjun sat near the door, a thermos cup beside him, his face still bearing that indifferent smile.

But a fleeting thought crossed his eyes – the boss's urgent summons meant this was no simple matter.

Sister Wang couldn't help but ask, "Why hasn't Zhang Wei arrived yet?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the conference room door was slammed open.

Zhang Wei burst in, his suit jacket draped over his shoulders, his tie half-loose, his face flushed from drinking, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"Coming, coming! Sorry, there was a traffic jam on the way!" He plopped down in an empty seat and took a breath.

Zhou Jianjun slowly unscrewed the thermos: "Xiao Zhang, how much did you drink?"

"I didn't drink too much, Manager Zhou, I really didn't drink too much." Zhang Wei grinned, revealing a set of white teeth:

"Just today... we closed a big deal!"

"A big project?" Chen Ming looked up, his attention drawn back.

All eyes in the conference room were on Zhang Wei.

Just then, the projection screen lit up.

The background remains a deep black, with that simple virtual outline in the center.

The synthesized electronic voice sounded smoothly:

Everyone is present. The meeting will now begin.

[The theme of this meeting: Launching Ceremony of the 300,000 Yuan Parent-Child Hiking Activity Project for Huamei International Primary School.]

[Zhang Wei, please introduce the basic information about the project.]

Zhang Wei cleared his throat, stood up, and couldn't contain his excitement at all:

"Everyone!"

"This afternoon, I finalized a deal with the vice principal of Huamei International Elementary School! A parent-child hiking activity project worth 300,000 yuan!"

"The school has over two hundred students, and each student brings one parent, that's over five hundred people! A ten-kilometer hike, starting from the school, circling the suburban park, and then back!"

"The most crucial point is—they don't just want a simple stage and some sound equipment; they want a complete solution! Everything!"

Three hundred thousand!

Everyone was stunned when they heard the number!

Sister Wang paused, drawing a line on her notebook.

Lin Wei stopped tapping her fingers on the table.

Zhou Jianjun paused slightly while drinking tea, then brought the cup to his lips again, but his eyes had already narrowed.

A few seconds later, Chen Ming was the first to speak, his tone filled with disbelief:

"Zhang Wei, are you sure... 300,000?"

"Confirmed!" Zhang Wei patted his chest.

"The intention has been finalized. I'll go to the school tomorrow morning to sign the letter of intent and pay the deposit! Thirty percent, that's ninety thousand!"

Lei Zhen gasped: "A deposit of 90,000... then this project is for real."

Zhou Jianjun put down his thermos, quickly regaining his composure. He looked at Zhang Wei, his tone calm:

"Xiao Zhang, when are they asking for the event to take place?"

"One week from now," Zhang Wei said. "Seven days from tomorrow."

"Seven days?" Lin Wei asked, her voice cold. "A large-scale event with hundreds of people, from planning to execution, in seven days?"

"Yeah, that's why I said it was urgent work." Zhang Wei scratched his head:

"But they said they valued our company's quick response and strong execution capabilities."

This snapped everyone out of their shock!

This job!

It's quite difficult!

Chen Ming gave a wry smile: "Five hundred people... We'd need to set up several supply depots along the way, wouldn't we?"

"Drinking water, food, medical facilities, rest areas... and safety, in case a child gets lost or something happens..."

"There's also the route approval process," Lei Zhen interjected.

"..."

The atmosphere in the conference room gradually shifted from initial shock to solemnity.

Everyone was making their own plans.

The order of 300,000 is the largest order the company has ever received since its establishment.

But a seven-day event for 500 people, the entire plan...

too difficult.

The seven of them each had their own strengths—but how could they coordinate a large event with over five hundred people?

Nobody has this experience.

Silence filled the conference room.

The excitement on Zhang Wei's face gradually faded. He looked at this and then at that, finally fixing his gaze on the projection screen with a pleading look in his eyes.

Just then, the synthesized voice sounded again:

The situation is now clear.

Project Amount: 300,000. Execution Time: 7 days. Number of Participants: Approximately 500. Requirements: Implementation of the complete solution.

Now, I need to hear a solution.

Gentlemen, please speak freely.

Still no one speaks.

Lin Wei's fingers started tapping on the table again, but this time the rhythm was very chaotic.

Lei Zhen stopped fiddling with the camera, his brow furrowed.

Sister Wang opened her notebook and started writing and drawing, but all she wrote were numbers and question marks.

Yu Xinxin looked around nervously, wanting to say something, but then felt like she didn't understand anything.

Zhou Jianjun... is still drinking tea.

Time passed second by second.

Wang Hao was in his apartment, staring at his phone screen, his palms sweaty.

He could feel the pressure in the meeting room, that anxious sense of helplessness, which could be transmitted even through the screen.

We've secured a 300,000 yuan order, but if we don't do it well, it'll all be for nothing.

If the task is not completed, the 300,000 real-world reward will not be received.

When he returned home for the Chinese New Year, Wang Hao was still the same disheveled and dirty man.

"Say something..." he whispered, "Say something, please..."

Just then!

A voice suddenly rang out in the conference room.

It's Zhou Jianjun.

He slowly tightened the lid of the thermos and placed it on the table with a soft "thump".

Then he raised his head, looked at Zhang Wei, and said in a terrifyingly calm tone:

"Xiao Zhang, are you sure the other party will sign the letter of intent tomorrow? The deposit is 30%, 90,000 yuan. Are you sure you'll pay?"

Zhang Wei was taken aback, then nodded: "Confirmed! Supervisor Zhou, the vice principal said it himself, see you in the school office at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Is the event scheduled for one week from now? Seven days?"

"Sure."

"A complete package, all-inclusive, with the school only providing the venue and personnel?"

"right!"

Zhou Jianjun nodded, then leaned back in his chair and placed his hands on the table, crossed.

He closed his eyes and remained silent for a few seconds.

Everyone in the conference room was looking at him, wondering what this seasoned veteran was going to say.

When Zhou Jianjun reopened his eyes, his entire demeanor had changed.

The previous feeling of being smooth, perfunctory, and just getting by has disappeared.

Instead, he had a calm, focused, and even slightly sharp gaze.

He looked at the projection screen, his voice not loud, but every word clear:

"Boss, I can handle the entire plan for this event."

"I'll give you the first draft of the plan tomorrow morning."

After he finished speaking, the conference room fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned.

Chen Ming forgot to check his phone.

Lin Wei's finger stopped in mid-air.

Lei Zhen almost dropped his camera on the table.

Sister Wang's glasses slipped down to the tip of her nose.

Zhang Wei's mouth was wide enough to fit an egg.

Even Yu Xinxin's eyes widened in surprise.

Wang Hao was also stunned in the apartment.

Zhou Jianjun?

That Manager Zhou who brews tea every day and always starts with "In principle...but..."?

That old fox with only 12% favorability and who keeps his distance from everyone?

He said he could create a complete plan for an event with 500 people.

You want me to give you the first draft by tomorrow morning?

He stared at the middle-aged man on his phone screen, wearing an old-fashioned cadre jacket and with his hair neatly combed, his mind blank.

"You..." The synthesized voice paused briefly for the first time, as if the system was processing this unexpected information. "Manager Zhou, are you sure?"

Zhou Jianjun nodded, his face devoid of a smile, only displaying a long-lost seriousness:

"Sure."

He looked at the projection screen:

"Boss, you said you were going to take on a 100,000 yuan order, but I don't think that's reliable..."

"But now, Zhang Wei has secured a deal worth 300,000 yuan, and the deposit will arrive tomorrow."

"Now that the company has reached this point, I can no longer just stand by and watch."

Zhou Jianjun stood up, placed his hands on the table, and leaned forward slightly:

"A family hiking trip for 500 people, seven days, complete package."

"Route planning, supply station setup, medical security, on-site setup, process design... I can do all of these."

"I will send the first draft of the plan to the company group before 9:00 AM tomorrow."

"If the boss thinks it's feasible, we'll move on."

"If that doesn't work..."

He paused, then smiled—it was the first time Wang Hao had seen such a smile on his face, not a smooth, fake smile, but a confident, genuine smile:

"If that doesn't work, I, Zhou Jianjun, will only make tea and remain silent from now on."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the others:

"Everyone, if you don't have anything to do today, you can go home and rest early."

"Starting tomorrow, this project will officially begin. Be prepared for a tough battle over the next week."

"Those who need to work overtime should work overtime, and those who need to stay up late should stay up late."

"We can't let a 300,000 yuan order go to waste."

He glanced at the projection screen one last time, nodded, then turned, pushed open the conference room door, and walked out.