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

The online store business is gradually getting on the right track, and sales are increasing day by day.

Without any doubts about the employment, Wu Jun gave Zhou Mei more authority, allowing her to take full charge of the online sales department's business.

As long as she thinks it's a plan that's beneficial to the development of the online store, she'll do it.

When it comes to online store operations, Wu Jun is a layman and doesn't know much more than Zhou Mei.

It can only be said that the butt determines the head. Even if Zhou Mei, the supervisor, thought about the two tricks he used two days ago, she would not dare to guarantee that if she followed them, she would be able to make a huge comeback.

Furthermore, attributing all the problems encountered in online store operations to considerable causes is also suspected of shirking responsibility.

Now it's successful and everyone is happy.

If Zhou Mei had spoken out the two tricks that Wu Jun proposed, and after they were implemented, the online store still had not improved, she would have done her job as a supervisor.

After solving the problems encountered in the online store, Wu Jun was now free again.

Of the three large gold chains Luo Zhengang gave him last time at the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China, he had already given away two, one to his cousin-in-law and one to his brother-in-law.

The remaining items have been kept in a drawer in the office. He has been to the warehouse recently and has few opportunities to meet Wu Guangkun.

On this day, Wu Jun had nothing to do and took the last big gold chain to the warehouse on Alliance Road.

Wang Qidong was sitting in the office and saw Wu Jun's Mercedes from the window. Without waiting for him to say hello, he trotted out to greet him.

"Mr. Wu, you are here." Wang Qidong stepped forward to greet him with a smile on his face.

As the company grew bigger and shipped more and more goods, he now had more respect for the boss who used to open a small supermarket downstairs from his home.

Although he doesn't care about collecting money, he, as the warehouse manager, knows best how many goods are shipped in a day, and he also knows the current price of his own rice.

Wang Qidong did some calculations in private. His boss now has a daily turnover of three to four million. Calculated based on a 20% profit margin, he can earn at least seven or eight hundred thousand a day.

Ordinary people, excluding daily expenses and various consumptions, are only a few who can save seven or eight hundred thousand in a lifetime.

The money your own boss earns in one day is something that others will never be able to achieve in a lifetime of hard work, which is really enviable.

Envy is envy, and Wang Qidong is not jealous either. Since two big orders were placed last month, all employees received generous bonuses.

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

The job now is much easier than before, and the money is much more. The money he earned this month is more than what he earned in the past several months while working hard as a freight truck.

At the moment, the company provides him with five insurances and one housing fund, as well as sabbaticals. He is also a leader and manages dozens of people under his supervision. Being able to get the job he has now would make him smile in his dreams.

Wang Qidong's wife often nags in his ear, Mr. Wu has helped you so much, you must repay the favor and do a good job for Mr. Wu in the future. Don't get carried away and play tricks, or Mr. Wu will knock you back to your original shape.

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It is easy to go from being frugal to being extravagant, but it is difficult to go from being extravagant to being frugal. If Wang Qidong had to give up his current job with decent remuneration and generous benefits, and go back to running freight, he probably wouldn't be able to escape.

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

"Brother Wang and I don't have to be so restrained." Wu Jun reached out to take the cigarette. He was dumbfounded by Wang Qidong's behavior. The gesture of passing the cigarette was as if he was passing a cigarette to some big boss.

When Wang Qidong saw Wu Jun taking the cigarette, he hurriedly took out a lighter and helped light it.

"Brother Wang changed his cigarettes." Wu Jun looked at the golden cigarette holder of the cigarette in his hand and asked casually.

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

Wang Qidong said with a naive smile: "This is all thanks to Mr. Wu."

Wang Qidong now makes more money, and the cigarettes he smokes have been upgraded from Rose Purple, which costs ten yuan, to Yuxi Hard Harmony, which costs about 40 yuan.

"Where is my second uncle? Why don't you see my second uncle?" Wu Jun glanced at the warehouse and didn't see Wu Guangkun, so he asked Wang Qidong.

Wang Qidong looked a little embarrassed and said: "The second uncle should have... gone to have his hair permed."

"Perm?" Wu Jun looked surprised.

The second uncle's messy hair doesn't bother to cut it once a year.

You said he was annoyed, so he found a hair clipper to straighten his bald head and then re-grow it.

For most of his life, he has been to the barber shop countless times.

Now, is it so fashionable to get a perm?

I chatted with Wang Qidong in the warehouse for a while, and waited until after ten o'clock, but Wu Guangkun didn't come back.

Wu Jun originally thought about asking Wang Qidong to hand over the things to his second uncle, but after thinking about it, he decided not to do it.

He and his second uncle haven't seen each other for a while, and he hasn't seen what Wu Guangkun looks like after getting his hair permed, so he is very curious.

Wu Jun and Wang Qidong sat in the office for a while, but they couldn't sit still anymore, so they walked out of the office and went for a walk in the library.

A group of couriers picking up packages were surprised to see Wang Daku following a young man like a little follower.

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

"It should be the young master's family, right?"

"You guys know nothing." The warehouse employee said with a smile, "Our boss is not married yet, where did the young boss come from?"

The courier asked again: "Wang Daku is so polite to him, is it because of the fire inspection?"

"He is our boss." The warehouse employee looked at where Wu Jun and Wang Qidong were with reverence.

"Such a young boss!"

"You look about the same age as us. How do you get along? There's no comparison between people."

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

A group of couriers picking up packages felt inferior to Wu Jun, who was about the same age as himself, or even several years younger than himself. He was now the boss with hundreds of employees under him.

"How about I call the second uncle? Usually the ironing should have been finished by this time." At around 11:00, Wang Qidong took out his mobile phone and asked Wu Jun.

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

"Jun, I was just about to call you. Where are you now? Are you busy? Let's have something to eat together at noon?" As soon as the call was connected, Wu Guangkun's voice came from the other side.

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

After asking for the address, Wu Jun and Wang Qidong said hello and drove away from the warehouse.

Less than ten minutes' drive away, the Mercedes-Benz GLS parked in the parking lot outside a "Golden Hand Spoon Home Cooking Restaurant".

Wu Jun pushed the door open and got out of the car. After locking the car, he lifted his legs and walked towards the door of the hotel.

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

There were quite a few people in the private room.

In addition to the second uncle, there was also a young woman who looked to be in her thirties. Although she wore makeup, she still had some bruises at the corners of her eyes.

Two young men who looked exactly the same were teasing a six or seven-year-old boy.

Standing at the door of the private room, Wu Jun looked at the group of people who were enjoying themselves like a family, and he wondered if he had gone to the wrong room.
Chapter completed!