Chapter 654: Who's Being Excessive?
Chapter 654: Who’s Being Excessive?
The accountant glanced at Wenwan and smiled at the others, "Maybe Xiao Wan made a slip of the tongue at the time. It’s good that the misunderstanding has been cleared up. It’s one percent of the net profit, not one-thousandth. After the Canton Trade Fair, come to me to collect your wages!"
The factory manager was still puzzled by their lack of enthusiasm.
Just look at how diligent Jiang Xia was!
Even with small deals worth only a few thousand, she treated every customer as if they were placing orders worth millions, always being warm and attentive.
She would personally escort every customer a few meters away from the booth, whether they placed an order or not. If an older guest asked where the restroom was, she would personally guide them there.
One older foreign merchant, after using the restroom, placed an order worth over five million on the spot.
These were all things that Factory Manager Qiu and Factory Manager He had mentioned during their daily summary meetings, where they praised Jiang Xia’s work ethic.
None of them were as enthusiastic as Jiang Xia.
When the classmates heard this, they quickly responded, "Sure thing, I’ll come to you personally to collect my wages, I won’t have anyone else do it for me."
"Director, I’ll also come to collect my wages in person, I won’t have anyone else do it for me."
"Director, me too, I’ll collect it myself."
...
Although Wenwan said this, no one believed her.
Was it that easy to mix up one percent and one-thousandth?
She didn’t just say it once.
The accountant smiled and agreed, "Alright, I won’t give it to anyone else. You must come and collect it yourselves."
The group was delighted, "Thank you, Director!"
They had originally thought that their daily earnings were less than the base salary!
It turned out they were wrong!
Wenwan took a deep breath.
These people!
Had they forgotten that she was the one who introduced them to the Canton Trade Fair?
The accountant continued, "One percent commission is actually quite high. The Canton Trade Fair attracts a large crowd. As long as you put in the effort and are proactive, earning a hundred yuan in commission a day is not difficult."
"The export of clothing has been the vanguard of our country’s trade since the economic reforms, contributing significantly to the trade surplus. It’s a leading industry! It’s easier to do than other categories. Every year, it accounts for a significant portion of the Canton Trade Fair, with many foreign merchants coming to place orders."
"Having the Canton Trade Fair as a platform, with such a steady stream of customers, it’s a perfect combination of time, place, and people! If you sell two or three thousand yuan worth of goods a day, you’ll earn a hundred yuan in commission. Is that not easy?"
"The factory manager only agreed to give you one percent commission because you are students from Beijing Foreign Language University. With Jiang Xia as a role model, he thought all of you would be about the same. But while Jiang Xia sells tens of thousands every day, you all..."
The accountant didn’t finish the sentence, giving them a bit of face.
Anyway, the ideal was abundant, but the reality was bleak.
It was a stark contrast, to say the least.
Each of them lowered their heads after the accountant’s words.
"The Canton Trade Fair only has a few days left. Try your best! Work hard!"
With that, the accountant finished speaking and left for the day.
Wenwan said to her classmates, "I really don’t know how I said one-thousandth. I’ve recorded everyone’s commission in my notebook!"
"Is that so? Then you don’t need to keep track of it for me anymore! I have my own records, and I’ll go to the accountant to collect my wages myself."
"I don’t need you to keep track of it for me either."
...
"You don’t need to keep track of it for me either. I know how much I’ve sold. Over the past ten days, I’ve sold eighty thousand. No, with today’s five thousand, it’s eighty-five thousand!"
Wenwan was taken aback. "The five thousand today wasn't a deal we both made; it should only count as two thousand five hundred!"
Her classmate fumed, "I didn't call you over to help me! That client was mine from the start!"
Wenwan was speechless. "……"
Another colleague immediately chimed in, "The order worth over ten thousand I had yesterday is mine too. I had almost closed the deal when you came over and said a few words. It definitely doesn’t count as yours!"
"Turns out that's what you were up to! A few days ago, I had an order worth over twenty thousand. You heard the client was ordering a lot and came over! I’m telling you, that order is mine, and I won’t split it with you!"
"I also had an order worth over twenty-five thousand. It’s mine, and you can’t split it with me! When you saw my client was placing a large order, you ran over! You were trying to take the lion's share and then, when we were filling out the order, you came over and said a few words, claiming you helped close the deal so you could get half the commission, right?"
……
Wenwan was both angry and aggrieved. "I never said anything about splitting the commission! Did I? Why are you all targeting me? I already said it was a slip of the tongue! The one percent commission was something I fought for on your behalf!"
"Better not!"
"Even if you want it, it’s out of the question!"
"Let’s go! Don’t talk to her! She’s full of lies!"
Once trust is broken, it’s hard to rebuild.
The group walked out, grumbling as they went:
"Never trust her again! She said one percent but meant one thousandth! We could have earned a hundred, but now we only get ten. That’s outrageous!"
"She’s our classmate! She even said how great it was to get a salary! I’ve never seen such a heartless person! She’s as bad as a wolf in Huaxiu!"
The last line was a local dialect she had learned in Guangzhou.
……
Wenwan watched them leave, seething with anger.
Who was the one being unreasonable?
She had only asked them to help with translations, and their pay wasn’t her decision, was it?
Hadn’t she introduced them to such a good job? Was it too much to ask for a little compensation?
If not for her, would they even be at the Canton Trade Fair?
What a bunch of ungrateful wolves!
Jiang Xia, who had forgotten to return the key to the lounge, came back just in time to witness Wenwan’s public humiliation.
Wenwan glared at the group with red eyes, then saw Jiang Xia approaching.
She turned her head away, not wanting Jiang Xia to see her in such a state, and walked off.
Every time she encountered Jiang Xia, something bad happened!
It was the worst luck to be reborn with her.
Jiang Xia returned the key to the service desk and went back to their accommodation.
The next morning, Jiang Xia handed the key to Zhang Fuyan, asking her to return it.
Jiang Dong had already flown back to Beijing a few days ago. There was something urgent at the Beijing Research Lab that required his attention. He left the Jeep for Zhang Fuyan and Jiang Xia to use, as Zhang Fuyan couldn’t leave until after the Canton Trade Fair.
Zhang Fuyan would fly back to Beijing with the rest of the team once the fair was over.
Zhao Chenglei and Jiang Xia would drive the Jeep back, as they had a lot of luggage to bring.
At eight in the morning, Zhao Chenglei loaded all the luggage into the Jeep.
The house was left as it was, with no personal items or trash left behind.
Then they drove home. (End of Chapter)
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