32: Chapter 32 is really cheap.

Zhang Menglu wasn't just browsing; she was clearly on a massive haul. In the short time Chen Hao was distracted, she had bought quite a few clothes, accumulating at least dozens of items in large and small shopping bags.

Chen Hao quickly walked over to her, looked at the pile of shopping bags on the ground, pulled Zhang Menglu aside, and reprimanded her in a low voice.

"What are you doing?"

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Menglu looked completely bewildered.

"Why did you buy so many clothes?"

"They were cheap!"

Zhang Menglu’s expression became very excited again.

"Everything is 25 or 35, and they are all fashionable women's wear. If I bought these in Guangcheng, even with deep discounts during a sale, they wouldn't be this cheap. Each piece here is easily worth several hundred yuan!"

Chen Hao helplessly slapped his forehead.

"I'm truly impressed."

Seeing her clueless and innocent expression, Chen Hao had no choice but to patiently educate her.

"Let me ask you, do the mall shops have to pay rent?"

"They probably do, right?"

"Are shipping fees and labor costs included in that?"

"They should be, right?"

Chen Hao casually picked up a piece of women's fashion priced at 25 yuan.

"With shop rent plus labor costs factored in, if the price is increased by half and sold to you, they would still make a profit."

Zhang Menglu looked even more incredulous.

"Can the wholesale price really be that low?"

"Otherwise? For the next few days, your task is to compare prices at three different places. Focus on the labels on the clothes, remember the address of the manufacturer, and once we compile everything, we'll go straight for the jugular—sourcing directly from the factory."

Zhang Menglu nodded blankly, then asked timidly.

"But the clothes here are really cheap. Can't I just buy some?"

Chen Hao spoke speechlessly.

"The prices elsewhere are even cheaper. Malls are considered expensive."

Zhang Menglu asked again.

"Then if I only look and don't buy, will someone hit me?"

Just then, Chen Hao's phone rang again. He looked at it, then looked at the aggrieved Zhang Menglu.

"Suit yourself. If you want to buy, then buy, but don't buy too much. If you don't understand anything, remember to come ask me."

"Okay, I knew you were the best! Mwah!"

Zhang Menglu kissed Chen Hao on the cheek and turned back into the mall to continue her shopping spree.

"I give up."

Chen Hao muttered and continued answering the call.

"Hello."

Sun Nana was still communicating with Chen Hao in her announcer voice. It was immediately obvious that someone was supervising her, and the announcer voice was a tacit understanding between the two.

Chen Hao was going through industry by industry, providing all the information on clients he had contacted or collaborated with.

It wasn't surprising that Chen Hao was the Sales Champion; all this client information was stored in his head. He could name the right client whenever needed.

Other employees simply couldn't remember such a massive amount of client resources.

While Chen Hao was making these connections, Zhang Menglu kept running over to ask a few questions.

"What does 'two pieces of the same style' mean?"

"Taking two pieces of every style qualifies for the wholesale price."

"High heels are also very cheap here. Can I buy a few more pairs?"

"You can."

Chen Hao continued making connections from morning until noon, still talking animatedly about client information during lunch.

As time passed, by the end of the day, he had recorded the names of hundreds of people. Every client detail Chen Hao shared made Wang Liguo's heart tremble a little more.

From clients to distribution channels, local and non-local, covering the entire country—Chen Hao had touched upon every industry.

Mastering so many personal connections, Chen Hao was truly a talent who could shine anywhere.

At this moment, Wang Liguo finally realized how wrong the decision to fire Chen Hao had been.

"Vice President Wang, here is your lunch."

The assistant placed the lunch down, but Wang Liguo had no appetite and held his forehead, filled with regret.

"Set it aside."

After Sun Nana finished recording the client information.

"Chen Hao, it's already noon. I need to eat lunch. We can continue connecting this afternoon when work resumes."

Wang Liguo immediately scolded her.

"Who told you to take a break? Keep connecting!"

After all, wasting one more day would mean deducting 10,000 yuan from his profit share, so Wang Liguo couldn't allow such a thing to happen.

However, Sun Nana completely ignored Wang Liguo and calmly hung up the phone.

"Food is essential. You aren't eating, and you won't let me eat either?"

Wang Liguo pushed his boxed lunch toward her.

"If you want to eat, fine. Eat in the conference room while we continue connecting."

Sun Nana crossed her arms and said.

"It's lunchtime now, and you aren't paying me overtime. Why should I listen to you?"

"Besides, I want to eat spicy hot pot. You keep your boxed lunch."

Wang Liguo exploded in rage and cursed loudly.

"Do you even want this job anymore? If not, then get out!"

Sun Nana's eyes immediately turned red.

"The Vice President is scolding me again. Fine, I'll leave! You guys can find someone else to connect with."

Sun Nana turned to leave, ready to quit, but when the others heard this, they quickly came forward to stop her, persuading her softly and gently.

Sun Nana put on an act, crying as she said.

"It was one thing when he scolded me before, but now he's scolding me again! I've wanted to quit this crappy job for a long time. So what if he's the Vice President? Can the Vice President just yell at people? Even my parents never scolded me like this. Vice President Wang needs to apologize, or I'm not connecting with anyone today!"

This infuriated Wang Liguo; his blood pressure soared, his body swayed a couple of times, and he almost fainted.

...

Guangcheng.

Mall Restaurant.

Chen Hao and Zhang Menglu were eating wonton noodles in the crowded mall restaurant. Zhang Menglu was excitedly recounting her morning adventures.

Chen Hao quietly ate his wonton noodles.

He remembered eating wonton noodles the first time he came to Guangcheng with Ma Botao.

Four years had passed in a blink of an eye; things had changed. Ma Botao, President Ma, was now successful, while Chen Hao was retracing the path he had once walked.

"What are you thinking about? Did you hear anything I said?"

Zhang Menglu's soul-searching question brought Chen Hao back to reality.

"What did you say?"

"I said the clothes in Guangcheng are really cheap, at least more than half the price of Guangcheng."

Chen Hao said with a bitter smile.

"In Guangcheng, if a basic T-shirt costs more than 10 yuan, you've bought it too expensively."

"Impossible!"

Zhang Menglu covered her mouth in shock.

"10 yuan? That's not even enough for a cup of milk tea!"

"What do you think? Guangcheng is the world's Guangcheng. Hurry up and eat. After we finish, I'll take you to check out other malls."

After they finished eating, they went to check out other malls. Zhang Menglu didn't look like someone there to source goods at all. She needed to buy stockings, but she wandered into clothing stores—men's, women's, fashion—if something caught her eye, she had to go in and browse.

She didn't just buy clothes for herself; she also bought many outfits for Chen Hao—suits, casual wear—anything that looked good on him, she bought.

It wasn't until they returned to work for the afternoon connection session that Chen Hao finally snapped out of his daze.

Sun Nana gave Chen Hao a big surprise as soon as she started talking.

"Brother Hao, quickly praise me! Vice President Wang is hospitalized because I angered him. This afternoon's connection session is all with our own people, so we finally don't have to pretend anymore! I'm so happy!"

Chen Hao gave a wry smile.

"You are great, very capable. Keep it up, continue recording clients this afternoon."

"Let's go, I'm ready."

Then Chen Hao started pouring out information in a long monologue again.