184: Chapter 184 Is he having an affair?

Zhao Yang held the phone, his mind turning for a few seconds.

"Hu Kai, you communicate with the buyers and promise to ship within seven days. Accumulate them until the weekend, and I'll figure out a way."

Hanging up the phone, Zhao Yang leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the desk.

From Cangyun County to the nearest Tongan City, it was over a hundred kilometers of mountain roads, making the round trip very difficult.

It would be better to just bring the items to Jiangzhou and ship them when he returned there on the weekend.

The next morning, Zhao Yang called the six people into the office for a short meeting.

"From today on, we need to document the procurement. Which township, which village, whose goods they are, and their quality grade—everything must be clearly registered."

Zhao Yang drew a table on the blackboard.

"We will purchase at the local market price, but that is only a deposit. After the customer confirms receipt and there are no complaints, we will then pay the farmers a rebate."

The six people looked at each other.

Hu Kai was the first to react: "This is great; the farmers can make more money, and the quality is also guaranteed."

Zhao Yang's gaze swept across everyone's face:

"Our online store is not meant to make money; it is meant to help the common people sell their goods. Each of you will receive a salary, but whoever tries to profit from this will be fired immediately."

The six people nodded in unison.

For the first five days, orders fell like spring raindrops, sparse and scattered.

Three orders on the first day, fourteen on the second, two on the third, seven on the fourth...

By the weekend, they had exactly thirty orders, with a total sales volume of 3,800 yuan.

Zhao Yang sat in the office, staring at that number.

3,800 yuan in five days. After deducting costs, the gross profit was 2,500 yuan.

Sun Zhendong was right; whoever registered this online store in their name would never let it go.

But this sales volume was far from enough; what Zhao Yang wanted was to lift the entire county out of poverty.

"County Magistrate Zhao," Hu Kai said, walking in with a stack of registration books, "the goods for these five days are all here. How should we ship them out?"

Zhao Yang smiled: "I'm heading back to Jiangzhou tonight. These thirty packages will come with me; you can confirm the shipment."

"You're delivering them yourself?"

"What else can I do? By the time the logistics center is built, it will be too late."

At six in the evening, Zhao Yang stuffed thirty cardboard boxes into the Cenjiang Industrial car.

The trunk and back seat were stuffed full, and Zhao Yang sat in the passenger seat with two more packages at his feet.

It was already nine o'clock at night when Zhao Yang had the driver pull into the Wantong Logistics Jiangzhou sorting center.

The person responsible for receiving the goods was none other than his brother, Zhao Ze.

"Thirty items, not one missing." After counting them, Zhao Ze signed the handover sheet.

"They will be sorted and sent out tomorrow morning, and they should arrive in three or four days."

In front of outsiders, Zhao Ze didn't call him Erdan again.

Zhao Yang rubbed his sore shoulders: "Brother, you're so impressive now? You're in charge of this sorting center?"

Zhao Ze smiled: "More than that."

A month later. Orders for the online store were like summer river water, rising faster every day.

From a dozen orders a day to dozens, the highest day surpassed eighty orders.

Hu Kai and his five assistants were so busy they barely had a moment to breathe, packing, labeling, and registering, working overtime until midnight every day.

Zhao Yang calculated that they had shipped over six hundred orders this month, with sales totaling over 40,000 yuan.

But problems followed; he could no longer carry them all.

On September 15th, Zhao Yang called Lin Xuecen.

"Mom, the orders here in Cangyun are growing too fast. Can you arrange for a truck to make a regular weekly trip to Cangyun?"

On the other end of the line, Lin Xuecen laughed meaningfully: "Are you so busy you've lost your head? You're coming to me for such a small matter? Go ask your brother!"

Zhao Yang was stunned for a moment, then realized. No wonder Zhao Ze said "more than that" last time; he had been promoted.

"Okay, I'll call my brother right now." After hanging up, just as Zhao Yang was about to dial, his phone rang. It was Lin Xuecen calling back.

"Wait," Lin Xuecen's voice suddenly became serious, "you just said orders are growing fast? How many orders in a month?"

"Over six hundred orders, over 40,000 in sales. Last month was only thirty orders."

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds. "Organize the data and send it to me," Lin Xuecen said, and hung up.

...

Cenjiang Industrial Headquarters, Chairman's Office.

Lin Xuecen sat in a large leather swivel chair, with the data Zhao Yang had sent spread out before her.

She stared at the line of numbers, "From 30 orders to 600 orders in one month," her gaze deepening.

She had been in business for twenty years and knew better than anyone what these figures meant.

The rapid growth momentum of online sales had really been predicted by Zhao Yang. This would change the development trend of the entire logistics industry.

She suddenly remembered something: the remaining forty-nine percent of shares in Wantong Logistics.

Back then, in order to quickly expand the logistics network, she had merged with Wan Chuanzhi's Wantong Logistics.

At the time, she thought it was a win-win cooperation, but now it seemed she had let him off too easily.

Wan Chuanzhi and his son didn't have to do anything, yet they could sit back and take nearly half the profits.

How could she allow others to snore beside her bed?

Lin Xuecen picked up the phone and dialed the company's legal director: "Tomorrow morning, bring me a plan for the full acquisition of Wantong Logistics shares."

The next afternoon, Wan Chuanzhi was invited into Lin Xuecen's office.

"Mr. Wan, Cenjiang Industrial intends to fully acquire the forty-nine percent stake you hold. Here is the offer; take a look."

Lin Xuecen pushed a file across, her tone indifferent.

Wan Chuanzhi flipped open the file, glanced at the numbers, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he closed it again.

"President Lin, this price is not low. However—I'm not selling."

Lin Xuecen raised an eyebrow: "Reason?"

"It's cool to rest under a big tree."

Wan Chuanzhi leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs. "Since cooperating with Cenjiang, Wantong's business volume has tripled. The year-end dividends are more than what I earned when I was working alone, and I don't have to worry about anything. Why would I sell?"

He clearly wanted to win without doing any work; how could there be such a good deal in the world!

Lin Xuecen smiled, but the smile lacked warmth: "Mr. Wan, the cooperation can continue, but the shareholding structure needs adjustment."

"How to adjust it?"

"Capital increase and share expansion."

Lin Xuecen took another file out of the drawer. "Cenjiang Industrial will inject 50 million into Wantong Logistics to expand the fleet and warehousing. After the capital increase, your shares will be diluted from forty-nine percent to nine point eight percent."

Wan Chuanzhi's expression changed.

"President Lin, this is—"

"A legal business operation." Lin Xuecen interrupted him, her voice not loud, but every word was like a nail.

"Mr. Wan, if you choose to invest alongside us, you might be able to maintain your current shareholding ratio."

Wan Chuanzhi stared at Lin Xuecen for a full ten seconds, the muscles on his face twitching twice.

This woman was not who she used to be; she was now the head of a listed company with a massive cash flow. If he invested alongside her, he would only be digging his own grave.

He stood up, picked up the file from the table, his voice heavy: "President Lin, I will think about it some more."

"I won't see you out."

After Wan Chuanzhi left, Lin Xuecen leaned back in her chair, a cold smile appearing on the corners of her mouth. In the business world, she never gave anyone a chance to bargain.

At the same time, at Guanlan International. In the bedroom, Zhao Yang was "bargaining" with Jiang Nan.

"Nan Nan, can you lend me that card of yours to use?" Zhao Yang rubbed his hands together, a smile on his face.

Jiang Nan leaned against the headboard, her belly already protruding high. She lifted her eyelids to look at Zhao Yang, the corners of her mouth curling slightly: "Whenever you rub your fly-like hands, you're definitely up to no good. Which card?"

"Just that one... the one with over three million in it."

Jiang Nan's eyes narrowed like a lazy cat: "Zhao Yang, you don't bring money home, and you're asking me for money—do you have someone else outside?"