Chapter 120 This stubborn thing

Taking advantage of the sales clerk's off-duty time and lunchtime, Zhong Er invited the sales clerk to a small restaurant near the mall. The two of them, carrying a small notebook, secretly huddled together to check the accounts.

At first, he tried his best to build relationships with the sales clerks in various shopping malls, buying drinks and water. Later, he felt that these sales clerks were not quite as effective at selling. Although their brands were well-known and they advertised a lot, the final step in making a sale still came with these sales clerks. They were the ones who had direct contact with the customers, and sometimes a few words could change a customer's mind.

Zhong Er's salary comes from a base salary and commission, with the commission making up the bulk. The commission comes from the fact that he gets paid for every unit sold, so he's motivated to maximize sales. Salespeople, on the other hand, don't have that.

Having figured things out, he stopped bothering to flatter and fawn over the salespeople and started giving them commissions privately. Don't underestimate the few dollars a washing machine or refrigerator might cost. For the salespeople, it's extra income. Their salaries are meager, but these commissions add up to a considerable amount. Moreover, sometimes, especially during holidays, they can earn a lot. Isn't that better than getting nothing? Selling other items earns nothing, but selling a Huapeng washing machine gives three dollars and a refrigerator five dollars. Even if they only get one dollar, they'd still prefer selling Huapeng to earn that one dollar. Besides these two appliances, the commission for pagers is even higher. Ten dollars per pager sold. If they sold ten or twenty a month, it would be equivalent to a month's salary. Unfortunately, these things are too expensive, and few people buy them.

After the two settled the bill, Zhong Er paid the money, and his pager went off.

Zhong Er hurriedly went to find a phone to call Yao Fanghua back.

After hanging up the phone, Zhong Er went to find a place to make the banner. The next day, he arranged for people to clean and tidy up the warehouse, and cleaned the offices inside and out. The sign for Huapeng Electric's Beijing office at the entrance was polished to a shine. He also placed the two delivery trucks in the most conspicuous position and reminded the drivers that if they had the trucks at home for the next two days, they should park them there to sunbathe.

The interview room was tidied up, with tables, chairs, and stools laid out, tablecloths, tea, fruit plates, and tissues. It looked quite professional. Then a large red banner was hung at the main entrance—impressive!

The banner didn't have anything else written on it, just the big words "Welcome to Huapeng Electric Appliance Co., Ltd."

After hanging up the phone, Li Yaozhong immediately called the village committee of his old friend's village to ask if Wang Jianwu had set off yet. Receiving a positive reply, Li Yaozhong could only suppress his anxiety and pace around the house. He was already on his way, and he couldn't contact him. Li Yaozhong could only hope that nothing went wrong on the road and that he would arrive in the next couple of days.

Sigh, Wang Jianwu is the hope of the Wang family. The whole family toils in the fields for a living. Besides hoping that this promising son will make something of himself, Old Wang probably also hopes that he can help the family out in the future.

Wang Jianwu boarded the train with his luggage. He didn't really care whether he stayed home to farm or went to the city to work. If they wouldn't let him join the army, wouldn't let him handle a gun, wouldn't let him be in the military, then it didn't matter where he was or what he did.

After returning to the village, he became taciturn, but continued his daily morning runs and boxing practice without fail. Aside from work, he did nothing but exercise. His diet was so bland and unhealthy; how could he withstand such a neglect of his body?

Old Man Wang tried to persuade him several times, but to no avail.

I was hoping to find him a wife as soon as possible, but he refused. I don't know if he really believes the rumors that he's a jinx to wives! Old Wang was furious and cursed, "That stubborn fool! So many women die in childbirth, what does it have to do with him?!"

It was probably because he saw the drive in his second son that he shamelessly approached Li Yaozhong.

Wang Jianwu stood the whole way. His seat didn't seem like his own; it seemed more like a public one, where whoever needed it could grab it first.

After getting off the train, he also escorted a mother and daughter who had come to see a doctor to the hospital.

A little girl, only a few years old, had her right eye bandaged, saying she was injured by her father's punch after he was drunk. Her hearing and vision were also damaged. Her mother, unusually defiant, brought money from home to the big city to get her child medical treatment.

After arriving at the hospital and registering, they were asked to pay for hospitalization, but the mother and daughter didn't have enough money. Wang Jianwu searched all his pockets and only found fifty yuan.

His demobilization pay was all left in his hometown. His father said he wanted to build a house and divide the family property. The house was too small now, so his father said he would take the land for the three brothers to build two rooms each, and then the family would split up. His sons were grown up, and his grandchildren were also grown up; eating from the same pot anymore would easily lead to conflict.

Wang Jianwu nodded and left all the money with his father. It was a good thing that the family was splitting up; he ate a lot, so it was normal for his brothers to have objections.

Old Man Wang was also somewhat disheartened, feeling that apart from his second son, the other two weren't his biological children! Jianwu barely ate a few more bites of food, and they all looked unwell—how much they'd benefited from Jianwu over the years! Divide the family, divide the family cleanly! Get far away from him, he'd live with his wife from now on, and his sons could live their own lives. With land, they wouldn't starve. As for whether his second son would make something of himself in the future, or whether he'd be willing to help his brothers and nephews, that was all in the future. He didn't even know if he'd live to see that day, and even if he did, it would all depend on his second son's willingness; he wouldn't utter a single word.

At this moment, Wang Jianwu, holding fifty yuan, looked into the eyes of the mother and daughter. He handed the fifty yuan, along with all the money in He Xiulan's hand, to the payment window. "Comrade, could you make an exception and get them admitted to the hospital first? I'll bring the money tomorrow."

"No. We'll apply for hospitalization when we have enough money."

"Brother, are you going to do it or not? If not, make way. I've been waiting for ages."

Wang Jianwu had no choice but to take He Xiulan and her daughter to the side.

"Mom, I don't want to watch anymore. Let's go home."

Sweetie touched her mother's tears and said, "Mommy, don't cry. Sweetie still has one eye to see, and Sweetie can hear too."

He Xiulan could no longer hold back and burst into tears while holding her child.

"No, don't cry." Wang Jianwu frowned deeply; no one had ever taught him what to do in this situation.

He Xiulan knew the man before her had been a soldier, just as her husband had. They were both soldiers, so why was there such a vast difference? Why was her life so miserable? Why hadn't she married a good man? Why were women weaker than men? No, not all women were weaker than men; it was because she was useless, weak, and less strong than men that her daughter suffered like this. Her poor daughter.

He Xiulan's crying attracted many people to point and whisper about Wang Jianwu.

Wang Jianwu, head down, led the mother and daughter out of the hospital.

In the evening, Wang Jianwu, with his family in tow, knocked on Li Yaozhong's door.

Hearing a knock at the door, Li Yaozhong ran towards it. He'd been experiencing auditory hallucinations for the past two days, constantly hearing the door ringing and someone knocking. Seeing Wang Jianwu standing there, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly invited him in. "Finally!" he thought.

This is the one in the back. Old Wang brought her here last time; didn't he say she hadn't remarried? Wow, that happened so fast? And it was a buy-one-get-one-free deal?

In these kinds of matters, the villagers are straightforward, quick, and efficient!