Zhao Feng?
Chen Jiang was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted. This young man was probably the streamer he had reached out earlier. Today, by chance, he saw a news article about this man trying to sell his chair. In just over an hour, the sales volume had reached more than 30,000 units, and the total price he earned was more than 40 million. He heard that the commission for the streamer alone was at least a few million from that total.
How could he hold back after he heard of this news? He took the initiative to leave his contact information. In fact, because he was afraid of scaring the young man away, he partially lied and said that he was the manager of an agriculture factory instead of coming forth and announcing that he was a mayor.
"Hello, are you Factory Manager Chen?"
"Yes, yes, yes, Fengye, I'm Chen Jiang!"
"Manager Chen, you're too polite. Just call me Zhao Feng."
"Alright, then I'll be a little arrogant and call you Brother Zhao!"
After some small talk, Chen Jiang went straight to the point and told Zhao Feng about all the problems he had encountered, including the increase in their local cherry production, which was nearly 18 million kilograms, and the new import cherries that had recently appeared on the market.
He also mentioned their big inventory and how it was too full to fit more. They needed Zhao Feng to help them advertise these cherries.
At first, Zhao Feng was relaxed. When he heard that the other party was looking for him to promote their product on stream, he did not feel nervous at all. However, after this so-called Factory Manager Chen exposed the true number of goods in stock, Zhao Feng was shocked.
His racing mind went to an abrupt stop.
*Cough, cough* "Sorry, how much!!?"
"Eighteen million...?"
"Kilograms!?"
The instant he heard this shocking number, Zhao Feng quivered and immediately jumped off his bed.
One ton was equivalent to a thousand kilograms.
18 million kilograms was equivalent to 18,000 tons. In other words, this thing was equivalent to the annual rations of 20,000 people?
How the f*ck was he going to sell all that?
'I could only sell so much even if I spent my whole lifetime!!!'
...
Perhaps Zhao Feng's reaction on the phone was too intense. On the other side of the phone, Chen Jiang was a little embarrassed. He knew that he would be burdening the young man with this task.
He didn't want to scare his potential advertiser, so he hurriedly revealed the remuneration he had thought of first, or rather, the commission, to Zhao Feng in advance.
Of course, he said that he had thought of it, but it sounded more like a plan that the higher-ups had long set. It was just that he was the one who passed it on to them.
"Brother Zhao, don't worry. As long as you can help Antai City over this crisis, I will promise you a commission of five million on behalf of the country as a reward for this voluntary work!"
"Aiya, it's not about the reward. Five million–"
"Also, for the city's special talent training program, you will be awarded a medal for your contribution."
"The medal doesn't matter—"
"In addition, you can enjoy five insurances and two funds, education, medical care, housing, and other subsidies, as well as a monthly allowance of 3,000 yuan–"
"Wait, M-Manager Chen… Uh... What did you just say?"
Before Chen Jiang could finish speaking, he heard Zhao Feng's trembling voice as if he had received some kind of shock.
"Brother Zhao, are you alright? Are you…" Chen Jiang pretended to be concerned.
"Aiya, Factory Manager Chen, don't worry about all that. Just tell me, is the special talent subsidy program you mentioned just now equivalent to a national public servant?"
"... You're not wrong. However, there's still a difference. After all, public officials need to work. Your position is equivalent to a fake one..."
Zhao Feng didn't listen to the rest of the explanation.
Now, he only needed to remember one thing, and that was the "iron rice bowl", A.K.A. a stable job. If there was anything else in this world that he needed to worry about, that was it, nothing else.
As long as he held onto this iron rice bowl, it meant that even the heavens could not fire him.
"Huff, huff..."
Suddenly, Zhao Feng's breath came short, and his eyes turned red. His gasps were so loud that they could be transmitted to the other end of the phone through the receiver.
At that very moment, there was only one thought in his mind.
He was definitely going to take over this iron rice bowl!!
-In the mayor's office-
Chen Jiang was very nervous as he listened to Zhao Feng's heavy breathing. He wondered if he had scared him. After all, 18 million kilograms of cherries were sold to nearly half of the first-tier cities in the country in previous years.
But now, the responsibility had fallen to the shoulder of a small streamer. Just hearing this number was enough to scare people away.
Thinking of this, Chen Jiang began to hesitate. He thought about whether to take other measures. It would be best to split up the work. He could not place his hopes on just one person.
However, when he looked up and swept his gaze across the room, he saw that Wang Zhihua and Li Changchun, these two useless people, were still in the mood to fight while he was on the phone.
Suddenly, Chen Jiang's anger rose and immediately subsided like a tide. For the sake of the people of Antai City, he had to endure this anger.
However, on second thought, if it wasn't for these good-for-nothings who couldn't come up with a good idea after three days of meetings and had lost all their hair, why would they place their hopes on a live streamer with goods?
...
"I agree!"
Suddenly, Zhao Feng's determined shout broke through Chen Jiang's thoughts. His voice was ear-piercing as if he was swearing. Fortunately, it did not scare Chen Jiang.
He quickly grabbed the phone in his hand and placed it beside his ear. He said excitedly, "Brother Zhao, you…. you mean you have the confidence to sell all our cherries?"
Chen Jiang had never heard such firm confidence in someone's voice before. This was like a ray of light in the darkness, allowing Chen Jiang to see the light of hope.
"No, no!"
"What? No?"
"Um, I can only say that I'll try my best. Manager Chen, you should know better than me what 18,000 tons of cherries mean. I can't guarantee I could sell all your stock!" Zhao Feng said in an embarrassed tone. Just by listening to his voice, one could hear that he was not confident.
To be honest, he was thinking about the special treatment of the special talent program, so he decisively accepted this order.
After all, he wasn't the one who said that the end of the universe was a test.
Of course, Zhao Feng wasn't shooting his luck without thinking. He looked at the amount of followers he currently had. It had reached more than 10 million. This number was explosive no matter where you see it.
A streamer with tens of millions of followers should not be a problem for him to change his job, right? It should be possible…
At most, he would just stream a few more times. In the future, he would be the one to bring the cherries to Antai City every year.
"Good, great. No matter what, thank you for your help, Brother Zhao. The rewards I promised previously will not change. I hope that Brother Zhao can come as soon as possible."
Fortunately, Chen Jiang didn't dwell too much on it. After he heard Zhao Feng admit that he didn't have the confidence to sell all his cherries out, although a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes, he quickly adjusted himself.
He immediately invited Zhao Feng, hoping that the latter would hurry over. No matter how much he could sell, as long as he could sell some, it would be a great help to the countless fruit farmers in Antai City.
As for the rest, he would have to think of a way to contact a few canning factories.
After both parties agreed on a meeting time, the call finally ended.