PDLP Chapter 293 Entrepreneurship in Progress
Chapter 293 Entrepreneurship in Progress
Chen Fei will be bringing his men up next Thursday.
Song Huan is very efficient.
He had no classes on Tuesday afternoon, so he dialed the phone number on the roller shutter door and arranged to meet the landlord.
The landlord was a middle-aged man in his fifties, a local, who owned several shops. He spoke with a strong Nanjiang accent and spoke very quickly, as if he was in a hurry.
Song Huan stood at the shop entrance and waited for him for ten minutes.
The landlord arrived on an electric scooter with a document bag in the basket containing the property certificate and the lease agreement.
He got out of the car and looked Song Huan up and down.
The freshman, dressed in a white T-shirt, athletic shorts, and canvas shoes, didn't look like someone who could pull out hundreds of thousands of yuan at once.
Without saying a word, Song Huan pushed open the door and went inside, taking a look around the store.
It's over 70 square meters and quite deep. It used to be a large restaurant. The kitchen sink and stove are still there, but they're covered in a thick layer of dust.
The walls were yellowed, several floor tiles were cracked, and half of the light bulbs were broken.
But he knew that this was the first step in his entrepreneurial endeavor in Nanjiang.
He pulled a bank card out of his pocket. "Five years, four hundred thousand."
The landlord was taken aback.
He originally quoted 450,000, intending to let the other party bargain down to 420,000 or 430,000.
Song Huan looked at him, her tone flat, "This location isn't on a main road, and you know how little foot traffic there is. Four hundred thousand, for five years, paid in one lump sum."
The landlord was silent for a few seconds, looked at the shop, and then at the young man in front of him.
Then he nodded. "Okay."
The contract was signed smoothly.
The landlord took out two printed lease agreements from the document bag, filled in the amount and term, and both parties signed and pressed their fingerprints.
Song Huan inserted her bank card into the POS machine she had brought with her and entered her PIN.
Four hundred thousand, transferred in one lump sum.
The POS machine dispensed a receipt, which he tore off, glanced at, folded, and stuffed into his pocket.
He arranged to meet the construction team that afternoon.
The foreman, surnamed Zhou, was in his forties. He came with two other people, walked around the shop, and took measurements.
Song Huan gave him a few instructions: repaint the walls, replace the floor tiles, replace all the lights, and remove the sink and stove in the back kitchen and re-run the plumbing and electrical systems.
Foreman Zhou took out the measuring tape, nodded as he took notes, and finally gave a price quote.
Song Huan didn't haggle over the price, but only asked, "How long will it take to finish?"
Foreman Zhou did the math and said it would take half a month.
……
Next Thursday morning, Song Huan took a taxi to Lukou Airport.
Chen Fei's flight landed at 9:30, and he arrived at 9:00, standing at the domestic arrivals exit waiting.
The airport was bustling with people, and the sounds of announcements and suitcase wheels mingled together.
He put his hands in his pockets and watched as the flight information screen showed the plane from Jiangcheng changing from "estimated arrival" to "arrived".
About ten minutes later, Chen Fei came out.
He was wearing a dark gray polo shirt, the collar buttoned up neatly, and carrying a laptop bag.
Upon seeing Song Huan, he strode over with a smile, "Boss!"
Song Huan nodded.
Chen Fei was followed by five young men, all in their early twenties.
Their hair was all sorts of colors: some were dyed yellow, some had red highlights, some were permed into an afro, and one even had a small braid.
Their outfits were all unique; some wore ripped jeans, some wore oversized T-shirts, and one even had a half-exposed tattoo on his arm.
Walking together, they resembled a band that had just finished a performance.
But Song Huan's eyes lit up.
These five people are the backbone of Xiaoyunduo Esports.
The studio has several of the best gamers, each with their own unique skills.
There are players who are good at running multiple accounts in Fantasy Westward Journey, players who specialize in World of Warcraft dungeons, and a CS sniper who has won awards in the Jiangcheng Amateur League.
They stood there, crooked and awkward, some yawning, others looking down at their phones.
Song Huan walked up and said, "Thank you for making this trip."
The five people immediately stood up straight.
They looked at their boss, who was even younger than them, with a slightly reserved expression.
Song Huan smiled and said, "Travel expenses from Jiangcheng to Nanjiang will be reimbursed. Salary will be doubled, and a housing allowance will be provided every month."
The five people burst into laughter instantly.
The guy with the dyed yellow hair was the first to speak, "Really? Boss, you're not kidding us."
Song Huan looked at him and said, "It's clearly written in the contract."
The blond-haired man scratched his head and chuckled.
The girl next to him with the pigtail nudged him, saying, "I told you to come, but you didn't want to."
The blond-haired man glared at him. "I was just afraid of being scammed."
The group burst into laughter.
After settling them in, Chen Fei walked over and stood next to Song Huan.
He watched the five people carrying their luggage walk towards the exit, and lowered his voice, "Boss, these are the most productive people in the studio."
Song Huan nodded. "I know."
Chen Fei was stunned for a moment.
Song Huan did not explain.
He had seen Xiaoyunduo Esports' monthly personnel reports and knew everyone's output, efficiency, and attendance rate.
Chen Fei then asked, "So how are we going to recruit people for the studio? We're completely unfamiliar with Nanjiang."
Song Huan smiled.
He turned around and looked at the gray sky outside the airport. "The new studio is located near the university town. There are several universities around, so there's no shortage of people who play games."
He looked at Chen Fei and said, "When the time comes, put up a few notices at the school gate with the headline 'You can make money playing games.' Do you think no one will come?"
Chen Fei thought for a moment and nodded.
Just then, someone walked up from behind.
He was in his early thirties, not very tall, slightly overweight, with thinning hair on the top of his head, and wore thick-rimmed black glasses.
He was wearing a plaid shirt, tucked into his trousers, with a tightly fastened belt, and brown leather shoes.
His entire being exudes the qualities of "honesty and integrity".
Chen Fei quickly pulled the man over. "Boss, this is the senior I told you about. Wu Tian. We were in the same club in college. He studied computer science, mainly doing backend and website development. He's been working at a company for two years now, his skills are definitely top-notch."
Wu Tian stood there, looking at the young man in the white T-shirt in front of him.
The expression on her face changed from anticipation to confusion, and then to a kind of doubt: "Am I being deceived?"
He turned to look at Chen Fei, lowering his voice but still managing to ask, "The boss you're talking about... is it him?"
Chen Fei quickly winked at Song Huan.
Song Huan immediately extended her hand warmly, "Brother Wu, hello, hello, my name is Song Huan, you can just call me Xiao Song."
Wu Tian squeezed his hand lightly, as if confirming something.
"Chen Fei told me that there is a startup project here that needs backend development, and the salary offered is much higher than what I am currently earning."
He looked at Song Huan, carefully choosing his words, "I just took a few days off from work to come and check on things. If it doesn't work out, I'll go back."
Song Huan nodded, "Of course, of course. Brother Wu, take a look first, and we can talk more if you think it's suitable."
Wu Tian adjusted his black-rimmed glasses. "Would it be convenient for you to take me to your company?"
Song Huan's smile froze for a moment.
Where does he own a company now?
They haven't even rented an office building yet.
The shop has just been signed and is still under renovation; it's full of cement and bricks.
Chen Fei quickly stepped in to cover for him, saying, "Brother Wu, you've just gotten off the plane and must be exhausted from your journey. Let's go to the hotel first, drop off our luggage, have a meal, and rest. Company matters aren't urgent, not urgent at all."
Song Huan chimed in, "Yes, yes, let's eat first. I've made a reservation at a restaurant, let's eat and chat."
Wu Tian glanced at the two of them, said nothing more, and nodded.