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

"Rat, what can I do if I go back with you?"

He looked up, his eyes filled with confusion and self-mockery.

"If I go back, I'll be nothing but a useless person."

"Besides playing video games, I can't do anything else."

"Who said all you do is play video games?" Wang Hao immediately retorted, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Besides, in today's society, can't you make money just by playing video games?"

Wang Xiaosong smiled wryly: "I'm not good at the game, so I can't be a game booster or a gaming companion. I just... play around."

"It doesn't necessarily require a game booster or someone to play with you!" Wang Hao's mind raced.

"Brother Xiaosong, you've been playing games for so many years, you must know which games are fun and which are trash, right?"

"You know perfectly well which parts are designed to please you, and which tasks make you want to curse, right?"

Wang Xiaosong was taken aback by the question, and subconsciously nodded:

"Well... of course I know. Some game designers just don't seem to have brains..."

"That's real skill!" Wang Hao slammed his hand on the table.

"There are so many game companies now, and they all need people to test games, find bugs, and offer suggestions for improvement!"

"What's this job called again... game test? User experience? Something like that!"

Li Bin added from the side, his tone guiding:

"Yes, game testers, or product assistants who focus on player feedback analysis."

"Many companies need to recruit players who have actually played many games and have their own understanding of games."

"Brother, you've been playing for so many years, and the game experience you've accumulated is a resource in itself, you just haven't realized it."

Wang Xiaosong was a little confused: "Me? Go to a game company? Would they even hire me?"

"My educational background isn't good enough, and I don't have any proper work experience..."

"It's all up to human effort!" Wang Hao interrupted him, his tone resolute.

"Brother Xiaosong, you don't need to think about any of that right now."

"Just tell me, are you willing to come back with me and change your life?"

He stared into Wang Xiaosong's eyes, his tone softening, but every word carried weight:

"Now that I've come to you, I can't just stand by and watch you rot outside."

"You can't get rid of yourself even if you want to."

"With me here, you can't even afford to die."

These words, though somewhat domineering, struck like a hammer blow, shattering the hard shell of self-abandonment that had been wrapped around Wang Xiaosong's heart for so long.

His nose stung with tears, and he quickly lowered his head to look at his worn-out canvas shoes.

After a long while, he finally raised his head. His eyes were still red, but there was something different in them.

He nodded heavily, his voice hoarse:

"OK."

"Rat, I...I'll go back with you."

Wang Hao let out a long sigh of relief, a smile spreading across his face: "That's right!"

That evening, the three of them found a clean budget hotel nearby and checked in.

Wang Xiaosong had almost no luggage, just a worn-out shoulder bag containing a few changes of clothes and toiletries, so shabby it was heartbreaking.

Wang Hao didn't say anything, but the next morning, he took him to the mall and bought him several decent outfits, shoes and socks from head to toe, as well as a new suitcase.

Wang Xiaosong was uneasy throughout, repeatedly saying "It's too expensive" and "It doesn't need to be this nice," but Wang Hao shut him down with "You have to look presentable when you go home."

That afternoon, the three boarded a flight to the provincial capital.

The plane landed smoothly at the provincial capital airport.

After collecting my luggage and stepping out of the arrival hall, I was greeted by familiar local accents and fresh air.

Wang Hao, pulling his newly bought suitcase, said to Wang Xiaosong:

"Brother Xiaosong, let's go straight back to our hometown."

"My second uncle and aunt will be overjoyed to see you!"

Unexpectedly, Wang Xiaosong stood still, his face showing obvious hesitation and retreat.

"Mouse, wait...wait a minute." Wang Xiaosong called out to him.

Wang Hao turned around, puzzled: "What's wrong, Brother Xiaosong? We're already here, you're not going to change your mind again, are you?"

"It's not a change of heart," Wang Xiaosong quickly waved his hand, his face full of struggle and embarrassment.

"Rat, I promised to come back with you, which means I don't want to live like that anymore. But..."

He paused, then took a deep breath:

"But the problem is, what would I look like if I went back like this?"

"I haven't dealt with the issues, I haven't found a job, and I'm just going to walk home looking so dejected? I... I can't get over this."

He looked at Wang Hao, his eyes pleading:

"I feel so guilty for not going home for so many years. You have to give me some time to think about how to face my parents and how to tell them what's happened all these years, right?"

"Perfect," he said, raising his voice slightly, as if to encourage himself.

"I can also take this time to resolve my own problems. Just like you and Brother Binzi said, we have to try the lawsuit, win or lose, and get some revenge."

"In addition, I need to find a suitable job, even if it's just a temporary one, so that I can at least settle down in the provincial capital and have some money in my hands, which will make me feel more at ease."

"When I go back then, I... I'll be able to hold my head high."

After listening, Wang Hao was stunned for a few seconds, then slapped his forehead:

"Damn! That makes sense! Brother Xiaosong, I misunderstood! I was only thinking about getting you all reunited as soon as possible, and I didn't consider your feelings."

"Okay, we'll do it your way! Let's settle down in the provincial capital first!"

At this moment, Li Bin spoke up:

"Brother Hao, now that Brother Xiaosong is back, I don't have anything else to do, so I'll head back now."

He turned to Wang Xiaosong:

"Brother Xiaosong, please organize all the relevant materials from Liu Qiang's side, such as contract photos, chat logs, and transfer receipts, and send them to me."

"Leave the follow-up on the lawsuit or negotiations to me."

Wang Hao patted Li Bin on the shoulder gratefully: "Binzi, thanks! I've troubled you again!"

Li Bin chuckled, "No need for trouble, we brothers don't talk about this. I'm off, call me if you need anything."

After seeing Li Bin off, Wang Hao hailed a taxi.

"Driver, go to the High-tech Zone, over on Innovation Road."

The taxi stopped in front of a fairly new-looking apartment building.

Wang Hao led Wang Xiaosong upstairs and opened the door to his rented apartment.

The room wasn't big, just one bedroom and one living room, but it was kept clean and tidy.

Bright windows, comfortable sofa, and a few simple decorative paintings hanging on the wall.

Compared to the internet cafes, bridge tunnels, and low-rent housing where Wang Xiaosong used to live, it was a world of difference.

Wang Xiaosong stood at the door, looking at the smooth floor, hesitant to take a step.

He looked down at his newly bought shoes, still feeling that he might get them dirty.

"Brother Xiaosong, come in, what are you standing there for?" Wang Hao turned around and greeted him.

Wang Xiaosong then cautiously walked in, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet, his eyes filled with unfamiliarity and unease.

Wang Hao saw this and sighed inwardly.

He poured a glass of water and handed it to Wang Xiaosong, speaking as casually as possible:

"Brother Xiaosong, look at you, here you go again."

"Don't feel uncomfortable. From now on, just treat this place like your own home."

He pointed to the living room:

"Of course, it's not right for two grown men to squeeze into one room."

"I remember there are vacant rooms available for rent on my floor. I'll ask the landlord later."

"Stay here with me for a couple of days. Once I've rented a place, you can move in. It'll be close by, and we can look out for each other."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaosong immediately became anxious:

"That won't do! Mouse, how much will that cost? Renting a place in the provincial capital isn't cheap, is it?"

"I...I can't spend your money like this!"

"You don't need to worry about the money," Wang Hao waved his hand, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"You're my brother, and now that I have some ability, it's only right that I help you."

Besides, what's the big deal about spending money?

"Once you've settled in, find a job quickly. Once you've made some money, you can treat me to a big meal, right?"

He put his arm around Wang Xiaosong's thin shoulders and shook him forcefully:

"Now, you have two tasks:"

First, let's work with Binzi to get the materials ready so we can settle accounts with Liu Qiang.

Second, think about what you like to do and what you're good at. We'll figure out the work together.

"As for the others, I'll take care of them."