(In China,250 means you are stupid.)
Chou Ping's eyes widened, "Five hundred dollars, why don't you go and rob it?"
"Brother, your idea is very dangerous. Stealing money is against the law."
Chou Ping almost choked to death with one sentence, "Five hundred dollars is too expensive. If you include the glass, I'll give you two hundred and fifty at most!"
Chou Ping's words were full of curses. Anyway, this guy didn't know what two hundred and five meant.
But what Chou Ping didn't expect was that the young man narrowed his eyes and showed an expression of success.
"Deal, wherever your home is, we'll go there now."
Chou Ping's face became even uglier. He always felt that he was the one with two hundred and fifty, and his original salary must be lower than this. He was cheated by this guy.
A few minutes later, Chou Ping got on the pickup truck of this fake store. The pickup truck roared and drove towards the neighborhood where Chou Ping lived. The store owner was humming a little tune and was in a happy mood.
Chou Ping raised the corner of her mouth and suppressed a smile. She thought that if she took this trip, wouldn't it save a dollar in bus fare?
Within an hour, the young white man knocked on the newly installed glass.
"Look at how strong this glass is. The two hundred and fifty dollars you spent are really worth it!"
Chou Ping smiled slightly, "Thank you so much for helping me greet your parents, grandparents, grandparents, great-grandparents and all your elders."
The young man was stunned, "Why are you greeting them?"
"Because they taught you a good businessman who knows how to do business at fair prices and without deception!"
"Haha, you are too polite. If you need to install any hardware glass in the future, just come to me. This is my business card."
The young white man hummed a tune and left. Chou Ping escorted him to the living room and threw the business card into the trash can, crookedly.
Chou Ping curled his lips, stepped forward to pick it up, and was about to put it in the trash can. He happened to see the bread packaging in the trash can, and his face became darker.
It was this damn piece of expired bread that caused me to have diarrhea for a long time, and then cost me more than 7,000 dollars in medical expenses.
Chou Ping shook his head and was about to take a good rest in bed when he suddenly remembered that time couldn't be reset anymore.
Life had to go on, and work had to continue.
The lazy mindset developed during the previous days of reincarnation had to be changed. The task assigned by Sarah could potentially give him influence in future work if done well, avoiding the frustration he experienced before.
However, if he failed, he had to be mentally prepared for Sarah's ruthless scolding. Previously, knowing that time could be reset, Chou Ping dared to train Sarah in the office without fear.
But now, without the ability to reset time, he couldn't act recklessly. If Sarah's attitude changed, and she reported him to the police, it could lead to serious trouble.
In short, without the ability to reset time, he couldn't act as he pleased.
Sighing, Chou Ping, in just a day, began to miss the time when time reset infinitely.
While sighing, Chou Ping sat in front of his laptop, opened it, and started gathering various information about Asian architecture.
He then began to write a plan. This continued through the night with no disturbance.
As time passed, another morning arrived.
A cuckoo bird near the bed made a cheerful sound. Chou Ping woke up, and the first thing he did was check his attire, just in case time had reset.
The sleepwear was the same as yesterday. Chou Ping's face showed a hint of disappointment.
Nevertheless, he got up, freshened up, and, on his way out, bought some fast food at the restaurant.
Eating by the bus stop, he waited for the bus, then commuted to the office by bus, experiencing the same dull routine of the past year.
Arriving at the office, he greeted his department colleagues one by one. Chou Ping sat at his desk and started organizing the plan he had prepared the previous night.
The morning passed quickly. In the afternoon, a colleague informed Chou Ping that the supervisor wanted to see him in the meeting room.
"Chou, the CEO is also in the meeting room. It's definitely about the new Asian market. Buddy, your chance has come!"
Chou Ping smiled. This was indeed his opportunity, as his foresight from the previous cycles made him the first person in the company, apart from the CEO, to deeply understand the Asian market. Being Chinese, he had a unique advantage in understanding Asian culture compared to his Western colleagues.
Inside the meeting room, Chou Ping knocked and entered. The CEO, approximately fifty years old, named Stephen, whom Chou Ping usually saw only in the occasional Friday meetings, was present.
"This must be Chou Ping, Mr. Chou, right?"
"Hello, Mr. Stephen, and Miss Sarah."
Stephen gestured for Chou Ping to sit down. After he did, Stephen said, "Chou, Sarah has already informed me about your insights into the Asian market. We hire a large number of graduates not because they are cheap but because we need the enthusiasm, the courage to innovate, especially in young people like you. In this regard, you've done exceptionally well!"
Stephen lavished praise on Chou Ping, turning his face red. "Mr. Stephen, you're too kind."
"No, no! I'm not exaggerating. The decision to explore the Asian market was carefully considered by me. From this perspective, I'm not as good as you. You just need to maintain this keen insight, and success is just a step away!"
Stephen smiled. "And coincidentally, I can provide an opportunity that will bring you one step closer to success!"
Chou Ping's mind turned. This old man was probably trying to manipulate him. After all, overtime pay in the US was very expensive. However, if Chou Ping wanted to strive for better results himself, it was his own business.
From the perspective of motivating employees, Stephen was indeed a good boss.
"So, do you have an interest in trying this opportunity?" Stephen asked.
"Of course, Mr. Stephen. I believe no one would reject an opportunity for success!"
"Young man, very good. I have high hopes for you!"
Stephen spread his hands. Chou Ping mentally translated his words into Chinese, wondering if this old man had the spirit of a martial arts detective from a TV show attached to him.
"Now, young man, it's time for you to showcase. Don't be shy. boldly express your ideas. We don't fear failure because not trying guarantees never succeeding!"
Chou Ping twitched his mouth. Was this old man involved in multi-level marketing?
Regardless, Chou Ping picked up the portable hard drive. "Mr. Stephen, I've prepared a simple plan regarding the expansion into new markets. I need to use the computer to project it."
Stephen raised an eyebrow. "That's excellent. If all my employees were as outstanding as you, I could leave the company and comfortably run for president like Trump!"
With the CEO praising him without reservation several times, Chou Ping felt content. Sarah, on the other hand, maintained a smile, nodding at Chou Ping, and the previously fierce looks were nowhere to be seen.
He plugged in the hard drive, opened the prepared slides, and started the presentation with enthusiasm. In his view, these explanations would surely amaze the audience... although there were only two people present.
However, none of this mattered. As long as he could impress the CEO, his path in the future would only become broader and smoother.
However, after explaining a few points, Chou Ping noticed that Stephen's expression hadn't changed. Or rather, his face had become even more serious?
Chou Ping gathered his spirits and continued the lively presentation. However, Stephen's expression became increasingly unpleasant, and Sarah, keenly observing Stephen's attitude, stopped sending subtle signals to Chou Ping.
In the end, despite Chou Ping's passionate presentation, it ended hastily.
"Mr. Stephen, these are my initial thoughts. There are definitely many shortcomings. Please point them out, and I'll correct them."
"Well, first of all, your enthusiasm is commendable, but..."