Super resource tycoon

In the past few days, the number of pickup trucks going to the warehouse every day to pick up goods is increasing.

The business of online stores is gradually getting on the right track, with more sales each day.

Regardless of employing people, Wu Jun gave Zhou Mei more authority, allowing her to take charge of the business of the online marketing department.

For planning that is beneficial to the development of the online store, as long as she feels good, let it go.

Regarding the operation of online stores, Wu Jun is also a layman, and does not know much better than Zhou Mei.

It can only be said that the ass decides the head. With the two tricks he used the previous two days, even if the supervisor, Zhou Mei, thought of it, she didn't dare to pack a ticket and do so to make a comeback.

Furthermore, all the problems encountered in the operation of the online store are attributed to considerable reasons, and there is also a suspicion of shirking responsibility.

Now it's successful, everyone is happy.

If Wu Junzhi’s two tricks were spoken by Zhou Mei, after the implementation, the online store still did not improve, her supervisor would have done it.

After solving the problems encountered in the online shop, Wu Jun is now idle again.

He has already given out two of the three big gold chains that Luo Zhengang gave last time at ICBC, one for his cousin, and one for his uncle.

The rest is kept in the drawer of the office. He has been to the warehouse these days, and there are few opportunities to meet Wu Guangkun.

On this day, Wu Jun was idle, and took the last big golden chain to the warehouse on Alliance Road.

Sitting in the office, Wang Qidong saw Wu Jun's big run from the window. Without waiting for him to greet him, he trot out to greet him.

"Mr. Wu, you are here." Wang Qidong said hello with a smile on his face.

As the company gets bigger and bigger, and more and more deliveries, he now respects the boss who used to run a small supermarket downstairs.

Although he doesn't care about receiving money, he, the warehouse supervisor, knows best how many goods are delivered a day, and he naturally knows what price his rice is currently selling.

Wang Qidong calculated an account privately, and his own boss now has a turnover of three or four million a day. Calculated at a profit rate of 20%, he can make seven or eight hundred thousand for a day.

Ordinary people, except for daily expenses and all kinds of consumption, are only a few who can save 700,000 to 800,000 in a lifetime.

The money earned by my own boss in a day is beyond the reach of others' hard work, which is really enviable.

Envy is envy, and Wang Qidong is not jealous. Because of two big orders last month, all employees received a generous bonus.

Wang Qidong, the supervisor, received a bonus of more than 10,000 yuan in addition to the basic salary of 10,000 yuan, and his monthly income was more than 20,000 yuan.

Now his job is much easier than before, and he makes a lot more money. The money he earns this month is more than what he earned from working hard for several months before.

At this moment, the company has five insurances and one housing fund for him, and there are public holidays, and he is also a leader. He is in charge of dozens of people under his hand. If he can get the job now, he can wake up in dreams.

Wang Qidong’s daughter-in-law often chats in his ears, Mr. Wu is so helpful to you, you have to know the kindness and report it to Mr. Wu in the future. Don’t get over your head and think carefully, be careful that Mr. Wu will beat you back to the original shape. .

It is easy to change from frugality to luxury, and it is difficult to change from luxury to frugality. Wang Qidong gives up his current job that is both decent and generous, and then goes back to run freight. It is estimated that he will not be able to run.

"Mr. Wu smokes." Wang Qidong greeted Wu Jun into the office, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, and held it with both hands to Wu Jun.

"Brother Wang and I don't need to be so restrained." Wu Jun reached out to take the cigarette, and was so dumbfounded by Wang Qidong's manners. This gesture of handing a cigarette was like handing a cigarette to some big leader.

Seeing Wu Jun took the cigarette, Wang Qidong hurriedly took out the lighter to help light it.

"Brother Wang has changed his cigarette." Wu Jun asked casually looking at the golden cigarette holder of the cigarette in his hand.

When he opened the supermarket, Wang Qidong went downstairs to buy rose diamonds for ten yuan every day for more than three years.

Wang Qidong smiled and said, "This is the blessing of Mr. Wu."

Wang Qidong is now making a lot of money, and the cigarette he smokes has also been upgraded from 10 yuan rose purple to 40 yuan Yuxi hard and harmonious.

"Where's my second uncle, why didn't you see my second uncle?" Wu Jun glanced towards the warehouse, but did not see Wu Guangkun, and asked Wang Qidong.

Wang Qidong said with a look of embarrassment: "The second uncle should be... to burn his head."

"Hot head?" Wu Jun looked surprised.

My second uncle's messy hair doesn't bother to get it through once a year.

You said he was annoying, he found a fader to bald his head, and then grow again.

He has been in the barbershop several times in most of his life.

Now, is it fashionable to perm your hair?

I chatted with Wang Qidong in the warehouse for a while, and waited until more than ten o'clock, but Wu Guangkun came back.

Wu Jun was thinking of asking Wang Qidong to pass the things to his second uncle, but after thinking about it, it was forgotten.

I haven't seen my second uncle for a while, and he hasn't seen Wu Guangkun's hair after finishing his hair, so he is very curious.

Wu Jun and Wang Qidong sat in the office for a while, but couldn't sit still, so they walked out of the office with Wang Qidong and strolled into Curry.

A group of couriers who picked up the parcels were surprised when they saw Wang Daku following a young man behind him like a small attendant.

"Who is this young man? Wang Daku has been chatting with him for a long time."

"It should be the young boss, right?"

"You know what a shit." The warehouse employee said with a smile, "Our boss is not married yet, where is the young boss?"

The courier asked again: "Wang Daku is so polite to him, did the fire check?"

"He is our boss." The warehouse staff looked at Wu Jun and Wang Qidong with respect.

"Such a young boss!"

"Looks like we are about the same age, how can people mix with each other, people are really incomparable."

"I have also lived for more than 20 years, and I feel like I have lived on a dog."

A bunch of couriers who picked up the parcel looked like Wu Jun, who was about the same age as him, and even a few years younger than him. At the moment, he was already the big boss of hundreds of employees under his hand, and sighed.

"Or, let me call the second uncle? Normally, this spot should have been burned." At about 11:30, Wang Qidong took out his cell phone and asked Wu Jun.

"Forget it, let me call." Wu Jun took out his cell phone and dialed Wu Guangkun's number.

"Jun, my uncle is about to call you, where are you resting now, are you busy? Have a meal together at noon?" As soon as the call was connected, Wu Guangkun's voice came across.

Wu Jun said: "It's not busy. I'm in the warehouse right now. Uncle, where are you? I'll drive over to find you."

After asking the addresses, Wu Jun and Wang Qidong greeted them and drove away from the warehouse.

Less than ten minutes by car, Mercedes-Benz GLS parked in the parking lot outside a "Golden Handspoon Home Cooking Restaurant".

Wu Jun pushed the door and got out of the car. After locking the car, he raised his leg and walked towards the hotel entrance.

In the small private room on the second floor of the hotel, Wu Jun met his second uncle Wu Guangkun.

There are many people in the private room.

In addition to the second uncle, there is also a young woman who looks like her in her thirties. Although she wears makeup, her eyes are still bruised.

Two identical young boys were teasing a six or seven-year-old boy.

Standing at the door of the private room, Wu Jun looked at the happy group of people like a family, wondering if he had gone to the wrong room.

"Why are you!" After seeing Wu Jun standing at the door, the twins stood up from their seats suddenly and said in unison.