What Do You Mean I Don't Need to Manage It? The Company Makes Money on Its Own

The day Zhang Qi got fired, the System forced him to pound his chest in the bedroom to vent, like a giant ape.

The next day, his bank card had an extra 500 yuan. A business license had appeared on his desk, and a company was now registered under his name.

Then he went crazy.

Dance in the prime spot at a public square to “The Most Dazzling Folk Style”? He did it.

Wear a dinosaur costume to buy groceries at the market? He did that too.

Write a thank-you letter to his former boss? He wrote one of those, too.

Every time he embarrassed himself, tens of thousands more appeared in the company account.

The company hired people, expanded, and made money all on its own.

The employees spent every day guessing: Who was their boss, anyway? Why did no one ever see him?

Zhang Qi wanted to tell them the same thing: I’d like to know, too.

Then, on the day the company went public, he was in a night market, gnawing on grilled skewers.

Old Wang from the neighboring stall leaned over. “What are you looking at, young man?”

Zhang Qi glanced at the news on his phone, then took another bite of grilled kidney. “Nothing much. My company just went public.”

Old Wang laughed. “Your company? You don’t even have a job, and you’re talking about a company?”

Zhang Qi laughed, too.

That was right. He didn’t even have a job.

But he did have a company.