Earning 100 million a day, yet trapped in a county town.

Chapter 18 I knew your childhood friend was an exceptional person!

The living room fell silent instantly.

Zhang Yanfen's mouth was agape, her eyes fixed on the key on the coffee table. Her expression shifted from anger to confusion, and then from confusion to disbelief.

She reached out and picked up the key, examining it from all angles.

The silver key had a small piece of blue tape on it with the words "Development Zone Business Department" written on it.

"Wang Defa," Zhang Yanfen's voice was a little unsteady, "Are you running a fever? It's so late at night, and you're already dreaming before you're even asleep?"

She reached out to touch Wang Defa's forehead.

Wang Defa shoved her hand away: "You're the one with a fever!"

"And this key?"

"It was Edison who bought the station and then put me in charge of it, making me the station manager."

Wang Defa spoke slowly and deliberately.

Zhang Yanfen's voice instantly rose eight octaves: "What?!"

The shout of "What?" startled Xiaoduoduo awake in the bedroom.

"Mother……"

Little Duoduo's voice came from the room, sounding sleepy.

Zhang Yanfen quickly lowered her voice: "It's okay, it's okay, Mom is chatting with Dad, you go to sleep."

Once Xiaoduoduo's movements ceased, Zhang Yanfen turned around, her expression having undergone a three-stage transformation from anger to shock to ingratiation.

She forced a smile, obediently poured Wang Defa a glass of water, and handed it to him with both hands.

"Honey, have some water."

Wang Defa took the water glass, took a sip, and felt a mix of emotions.

When was the last time I heard that word "husband"?

He couldn't remember.

Zhang Yanfen sat down next to him, her eyes sparkling: "Tell me quickly, what exactly happened?"

Wang Defa leaned back on the sofa and recounted what had happened.

Of course, not everything will be covered.

He mentioned that Wang Guanxi bought the express delivery station and made him the station manager, but he didn't mention that Wang Guanxi transferred 10 million yuan to him to buy a car.

That money wasn't his; it belonged to Edison Wang.

If Zhang Yanfen finds out, given her personality, she'll probably secretly transfer the money again.

How will he explain this to Wang Guanxi then?

"You mean," Zhang Yanfen's eyes widened, "that your childhood friend not only bought a house and a car, but is also going to start an investment company?"

"right."

"And then you just bought your courier station?"

"right."

"You're being made the station manager?"

"right."

Zhang Yanfen paused for two seconds, then slapped her thigh and grinned from ear to ear.

"I knew it!" Her voice carried a self-righteous hindsight bias. "The first time I saw your childhood friend, I knew he was no ordinary person! He was clearly an outstanding individual! Look at his demeanor, his manner of speaking, he's exactly like Brother Ma."

Wang Defa looked at her, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

He was already used to Zhang Yanfen's snobbishness.

When they need your help, you are the best person in the world.

When you're no longer needed, you're not even worth as much as a dog on the street.

He's been married for so many years, he's long since figured this out.

"Alright, alright," Wang Defa interrupted Zhang Yanfen's endless flattery, "Stop with the useless talk. Go, run me some hot water, I want to take a bath."

In the past, if someone said something like that, Zhang Yanfen would definitely ignore him completely, and might even scold him with things like, "Don't you have hands?" or "Do you think you're some kind of young master?"

But today is different.

Today, Wang Defa is the stationmaster.

Zhang Yanfen jumped up excitedly and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, I'll go put it away right away. Honey, you've had a long day, take a nice shower and relax."

She jogged into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and even tested the water temperature.

Wang Defa sat on the sofa, watching her back, and suddenly remembered what Wang Guanxi had said.

"Money gives men courage."

At the time, he thought the statement was a bit vulgar.

Now he understands.

It's a bit cheesy, but it's fucking right!

With money, you have more confidence when you speak.

If you have no money, even breathing in your own home is wrong.

. . . . . .

the next day.

As soon as it was dawn, Wang Defa got up, even more eager than usual when delivering packages.

Before even reaching the entrance of the station, I could hear the rustling sounds of packages being sorted inside.

That's how the courier industry works. Every day, packages arrive before dawn and must be sorted before the couriers can go to their respective areas to deliver them.

Wang Defa parked the Yadea at the entrance and went inside.

"Brother Defa!" A young deliveryman saw him first and called out.

Then the others looked up and greeted him.

"Brother Defa is here!"

"Congratulations, Brother Defa! From now on, we'll call you Station Master Wang!"

Wang Defa smiled and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

He bought it specially; it was a Yellow Crane Tower cigarette that cost over forty yuan, the kind he usually wouldn't dare smoke himself.

He handed one to each of the deliverymen present, saying:

"Please take care of me in the future. I'm still the same Wang Defa. Let's not do any of that fancy stuff."

The deliverymen accepted the cigarettes and nodded with smiles.

At that moment, a man in his forties came out of the office inside.

Huang Qiang, former station chief.

He was wearing a gray polo shirt, his hair was neatly combed, and he had a smile on his face, making him look several years younger than usual.

"Defa, you're here?"

Huang Qiang walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Brother Qiang." Wang Defa nodded with a smile.

"Come on, let's go inside and talk."

Huang Qiang led him into the office.

The office is small, about ten square meters, with a desk, a chair, a filing cabinet, a map of Jiangcheng District's express delivery distribution on the wall, and a computer and a stack of documents on the desk.

Huang Qiang offered his chair to Wang Defa and moved a folding chair over to sit next to him.

"Brother Qiang, please don't be shy, have a seat."

"You sit, you sit," Huang Qiang waved his hand. "From today onwards, this chair is yours. I, the former stationmaster, can sit next to you."

Wang Defa didn't refuse any longer and sat down.

Huang Qiang took out a stack of documents from the drawer and began to hand them over to him item by item.

"Our station currently has twelve full-time couriers and three part-time couriers, responsible for this area of ​​the development zone, from Jiangcheng Avenue in the east to Binjiang Road in the west, from the Development Zone Management Committee in the south to Jiangcheng No. 1 in the north."

As Huang Qiang spoke, he pointed to the distribution map for him.

"The daily delivery volume is about 1,200 to 1,500 packages, while the number of packages received is less, around 200 to 300. It will be a bit more during peak season."

"The monthly revenue is approximately..."

Wang Defa listened attentively, asking questions every now and then.

Huang Qiang answered all of Wang Defa's questions one by one, and even brought up some questions that Wang Defa hadn't thought of.

As Wang Defa took notes, he thought to himself that, based on his understanding of Huang Qiang, there was only one reason why Huang Qiang would hand over the work so willingly and without reservation.

Wang Guanxi must have offered Huang Qiang a price he couldn't refuse.

In fact, Wang Defa's guess was completely correct.

Huang Qiang has worked at this post station for six years. Although he is called the station manager, he is really just a high-level employee.

After deducting all expenses, my monthly income is only around ten thousand yuan, but it's stable.

The acquisition price offered by Wang Guanxi was more than the sum of Huang Qiang's six years' salary.

With that money, Huang Qiang could retire right now and live comfortably for a few years.

So Huang Qiang was in a particularly good mood today.

After the handover was completed, Huang Qiang stood up, took one last look at the office where he had worked for six years, and smiled.

"Defa, do a good job. This place has good feng shui."

After saying that, he picked up his water glass and went outside.

Wang Defa sat in that chair, looking at the empty doorway, and suddenly felt that the burden on his shoulders had become much heavier.

Twelve deliverymen, over a thousand packages, and an entire development zone.

These will all be his responsibility from now on.