Five-star talent! I'm determined to hire this employee!

"Where did you brag? You didn't brag, Brother Huang! To be honest, among the more than 300 people, you are the one I admire the most!"

"Yes, yes! When it comes to making money, it's Brother Huang who has to do it!"

"Brother Huang eats meat, and I drink soup. If Brother Huang goes south, I will definitely follow!"

"Who doesn't know that the last time I fooled around with you, I made 30,000 yuan from another hand, which made everyone envious! Brother Huang, when will this business still exist? Let me do it!"

"You will have a chance," Huang Bohan said.

"hey-hey."

"Then wait until Brother Huang shows us his skills!"

More than a dozen people blew rainbow farts in succession, fearing that others would pick them up if they missed the chance. At this time, Huang Bohan had already contacted the first person, agreed on the handover location, and successfully delivered the goods.

He drove back to the company.

The hurried figure strode towards Song Jiang's office.

Ji Ziping who was passing by looked at him curiously, "That person?"

"You haven't met Huang Bohan, right? He was the one who made the first order in the factory." The old employee explained with a smile.

Ji Ziping watched his back and realized that this was the worker who never went to work.

…

"Boss! Will the company still accept local business in the future?"

"Yes." Song Jiang affirmed.

Huang Bohan frowned. Local delivery affected his personal time too much, mainly because it was of little value.

The quantities are too fragmented and time consuming.

He put one hand on the table and thought for just a few seconds before looking up at Song Jiang.

"Boss, can I subcontract this part of the work?"

If anyone dares to speak in front of the boss in such a way that is used in public and private situations, I am afraid they will be fired.

"Why?" Song Jiang raised his head.

"The money I make is too little," Huang Bohan said bluntly: "It's better for me to place an order for 500 pieces of goods one by one!" The commissions brought by the two are the same, but the former still requires him to spend time delivering.

The latter just needs to convince the client!

"Besides, my salary of 10,000 yuan is used for delivery, so my salary is too generous. You think so, Mr. Song." It has always been Huang Bohan's instinct to be eloquent.

What he said was indeed correct.

For what it's worth, just delivering the goods is such a waste.

"Bang, bang, bang..." Song Jiang tapped his fingers on the table, lost in thought. Huang Bohan stood quietly by the side, waiting for the other party's decision.

After a dozen breaths.

"Huang Bohan, I have always wanted to ask a question. How did you get that 1,000 order?"

He had gone out to discuss business with Zhao Mingxuan, so he naturally knew that it was not easy to get orders. But in the beginning, Huang Bohan always gave him an understatement.

Even tickets to the expo later are included.

How did he get it?

"I have some well-informed friends," Huang Bohan said modestly. "Basically, they know everything about this land."

The resources he holds are dozens of core message groups.

A group of taxi drivers with more than 300 people.

Parental syndrome clusters in thousands of individuals.

A group of community owners with hundreds of people.

…

The energy they created almost ran through the entire city, and only a tiny bit was revealed.

As long as they are integrated and used a little bit, a result that benefits both parties can be achieved.

And this is what Huang Bohan often does.

"Those friends of yours, taxi drivers?"

"Mr. Song, you are so smart!" Huang Bohan praised unceremoniously.

"Can you invite your friends to come over?"

The sudden words made him stunned.

Invite my friends?

Facing those black eyes, Huang Bohan fell into thinking.

His flexible mind quickly gave him a guess, but it was too bizarre, so he subconsciously waved it away.

Instead, spit out, "You want to fire me?"

"No, I want them."

Huang Bohan's mind went blank for a moment, and he was surprised that he had guessed it right.

"I want a transportation chain that runs through Yanjing." Song Jiang once again revealed his purpose, his tone was very calm but firm.

"Can you bring it to me? Huang Bohan."

Can you bring it to me?

Huang Bohan.

"I can." Huang Bohan tightened his fingers on the table. He felt incredible. He thought he would not be spoon-fed by anyone.

But now there is a feeling of excitement!

"How many people do you want?"

"all."

The two words of understatement were like oil that fueled the fire in Huang Bohan's heart, and he asked word by word.

"Then what do I get?"

"Stewardship."

"Ha--" The suppressed laughter leaked out, and Huang Bohan slapped the table, "Deal!!"

After his figure disappeared at the door of the office, Song Jiang finally let out a long breath. He sat quietly on the office chair and kicked his feet in a circle for the last time, fainting from the spin.

"I shouldn't have done anything wrong, right?" This is a big gamble!

…

At the same time, Ji Ziping looked at Huang Bohan who left in a hurry, and there was a touch of excitement and uneasiness on his face.

He glanced toward the office with curiosity. Behind the brown wooden door seemed to be the boss who seemed to be doing nothing.

Three days later.

The cooks in the factory were notified in advance of a big job. For this reason, each of them was given a bonus of 1,000, and five assistants were temporarily recruited.

They are responsible for the specifications of a full 30 banquet tables.

Countless round wooden tables have been placed in the open space of the factory, covered with clean red cloth, and someone has set the tableware.

And now there is still one hour before the agreed time.

"What's going on? Didn't they say who's getting married? Or is some shameless person getting married for the second time?"

"Isn't this banquet prepared for us? I'm so hungry."

"It doesn't seem like it. There are so many tables. It's more than enough for all of our factory to sit down! Is there anyone else coming?"

Just as they were whispering, at 5 pm, there were bursts of car horns. The employees who had come to get off work suddenly stopped, raised their necks high, and stood on tiptoe to look at the scene not far away.

I saw a long line of cars parked on the side of the road, and one figure after another got out of the car. They gathered together and came like a wave.

"Huh! Who are these people!"

"Fuck, can they be gangsters?"

In fear, some people were alert, some were curious, but no one left. It is the nature of Chinese people to watch the excitement, not to mention that they want to protect the factory if something unexpected happens.

No one retreated and stood firm, watching more than a hundred people approaching.

At this time, they found that the person leading the way was a familiar face.

Huang Bohan.

"Brother Huang? This is it! Oh, why are you so polite and even set up a banquet!"

"Everyone, please sit down." The bearded man waved his hand, and everyone passed through him and sat down safely, as if he was holding a remote control in his hand.

The factory employees looked at him in shock, as if they knew for the first time that this uncommon face had such a method.

Song Jiang also nodded in surprise, but the corners of his mouth were more satisfied.

It seems to be more prestigious than imagined.

With more than a hundred drivers sitting down, the originally empty wine tables were suddenly occupied, and some empty tables were left.

"It seems that some people haven't come yet."

The sudden opening attracted the attention of many people, and countless drivers looked up at him.

"It's a waste of the wine and food I prepared for several tables," he said with regret, but there was a smile on his face.

"12 of them are sick, and the remaining 67 are running errands." Huang Bohan reported truthfully. It is impossible for the taxi drivers to withdraw at once, otherwise they will suffer more than just losses.

"Then, they have to register next time."

Register?

What does that mean?

The drivers, confused by the conversation between the two people, looked at Huang Bohan, hoping that he would give an explanation.

"Listen carefully." The other party only answered this sentence.