"Three hundred and eighty-six thousand. No cash. Take the failed project, and we're even."
Four years of work couldn't compete with a chair for the boss's nephew.
The Lingjie project Qiu He took with him had burned through 4.8 million yuan. All that remained were sample shoes with peeling glue, failure reports, and two boxes of documents.
Everyone was waiting to see him admit defeat.
Only he could see it: in another future, this failed project had earned a net profit of 500 million yuan.
[Abandoned project settlement complete.]
[50 million yuan deposited.]
The next day, a 12.8-million-yuan sports car drove out of the showroom. Then came a mansion, a factory, and a private jet.
When his former boss came offering three million to buy the project back, Qiu He had already signed a 48-million-yuan contract.
Shoes nobody wanted, perfume that wouldn't sell, and a resort abandoned by investors all turned around one after another in his hands.
The System made him rich overnight, but it wouldn't negotiate prices, win clients, or manage people for him. Qiu He had to seize every opportunity himself, and personally recruit capable people for the jobs where they could make a difference.
From Linhai to the whole country, then overseas, where financial conglomerates came to call in person.
At last, they began to fear one thing: would they be the next ones Qiu He bought out?
