Chapter 13 Generous First Party, Second Party Struggles

Upon seeing Lisa's slightly furrowed brow, Chan roughly understood her concerns. Just as he was contemplating how to mitigate the initial "shock," two volunteer girls approached, curiosity evident on their faces.

"Lisa, what's going on?" they asked.

Chan smiled and nodded at them, greeting them warmly. "Nothing much. Do you ladies need a temporary security guard?"

These questions from the girls inadvertently aided Chan's cause. Before Lisa could even consider leaving, Chan, leveraging her colleagues, guided her options towards the path he desired.

He couldn't afford to give Lisa too much time to think, after all, the "shock" was merely a tactic, not some sort of mind-control sorcery. If Lisa hesitated even slightly, she might realize that Chan was merely exaggerating the danger.

Sure, the homeless were a potentially dangerous group, but very few of them would harm those distributing aid. Who would bite the hand that feeds them?

Chan was confident that Lisa and her friends wouldn't understand the ecological logic of Red Street. What seemed like streetwise maneuvering was actually cognitive domination.

First, he inflated the danger with threatening language to shake their resolve, then offered a solution to help them deal with the perceived threat. Through this guidance, he steered them towards a choice that could benefit him.

"Chan, your approach is excellent. You can call me Lisa. I hope we can get along well," Lisa said, forcing a stiff smile.

Since the conversation began, Lisa felt like she had been led by the nose by this black-haired, black-eyed Asian in front of her. They were here to distribute aid, yet now they were being asked to hire someone "prestigious in this neighborhood" as a security guard. What was this? Protection money?

Lisa's feelings were in turmoil.

"You can call me Lisa, Lisa Qiong, brand manager for OC Perfumes in the San Lodo area."

"But I wonder, how much would it cost to hire someone like you, well, someone with influence?"

This poor female manager had no idea that the "streetwise influencer" she was dealing with had only been in the US for less than a month.

Influence?

If eating two meals of American aid a day could ruin America, then Chan's influence was indeed significant. But Chan didn't really need influence. It all boiled down to the logic—homeless people wouldn't bite the hand that feeds them. The homeless on Red Street wouldn't harm those providing aid, even if one or two had a crazy idea about these girls, they wouldn't dare to act during the day.

In other words, the bargaining chips Chan used didn't exist. It was somewhat similar to the Lord of Mysteries' dreamer. He used nonexistent chips to gain qualifications for and participate in transactions. By constructing possible scenarios for Lisa, implanting potential needs, and then using his "value" to complete the cooperation, Chan's provided value was to make this lady feel safe! That was enough. After all, even the prime minister of a country, like Abe, only received this kind of service.

Lisa, a mere junior manager, was now enjoying treatment at the level of a head of state!

Nice job.

"A thousand dollars, as long as you stay on Red Street and don't actively cause trouble, I can guarantee your safety," Chan said calmly, without any hint of impatience on his face.

A thousand dollars?

Robbery?

Lisa was about to speak, but Chan continued calmly and firmly.

"Given the large number of homeless people here, you need to follow my arrangements, be cautious, understand?"

What did he mean?

Lisa pressed her fingers tightly against her palm, uncertain about what the Asian man in front of her was really implying. Or perhaps, after the previous guidance and setup by Chan, she now heard a threat in his words.

Oh dear.

Chan just wanted to bargain endlessly.

His psychological expectation was two hundred, just two hundred. Setting it this high was to make Lisa initiate bargaining, then he could willingly accept two hundred from her.

As Lisa hesitated whether to speak up and ask Chan what he meant, a voice spoke up, one of the two female volunteers who had followed.

"A thousand dollars! The boss only approved ten thousand for the entire promotional event, Lisa, he's asking for too much!"

Look at this, what a clear little fool.

Chan knew this was stable.

Now Lisa was in a game dilemma.

Pushed in by her own people.

The ones who understand, understand.

Lisa sighed, glanced at her teammate, and reached out to straighten the broken hair on her forehead.

This brand manager from the OC Perfumes San Lodo area reluctantly spoke up.

"All right, a thousand dollars, Chan, but you must ensure our safety."

She reached out her hand.

Chan reached out his right hand, shook Lisa's hand, then smiled at the female volunteer who had questioned him earlier.

Thank you. Thanks to you, we have warmed the four seasons.

The questioning female volunteer still didn't understand what was happening, but Lisa had already left, turning to find her photographer to get the promotional jacket.

There was no need to explain her philanthropy to the little fool. Chan went straight into work mode.

As the first party was generous, Chan wouldn't just brush this aside.

As a service provider, he had to ensure the first party's experience was fully satisfied.

"All right, now listen to me, you beautiful ladies. Let me introduce myself first. You can call me Chan, Chan from Jackie Chan, I've been on Red Street for a while. Lisa appreciates my abilities deeply and invited me to help our team ensure everyone's safety here."

In the bewildered gaze of the photographer, Chan quickly put on a jacket with the slogan "Perfume Equality" printed on it and smoothly integrated into the team.

"Based on my experience, the first principle of ensuring safety on Red Street is addressing people! Remember, don't address anyone as Mr. or Mrs., don't assign gender!"

His gaze swept seriously over each volunteer, including Lisa, speaking slowly and firmly to ensure everyone heard him clearly.

"If you need to communicate with the homeless, start with 'hello'. For example: Hello, would you like our perfume? You cannot assign gender to others, that's the most important thing! Understand?"

Hearing Chan's well-founded, solution-oriented words, Lisa nodded deeply in agreement.

This point Chan made could be fully utilized in OC Perfumes' daily sales training!

Look at this professionalism, this expert advice, just for a thousand bucks, it's too worth it.

After finishing the first point, Chan confirmed another issue with Lisa, the female manager.

"Secondly, I need to ask, Lisa, the specific purpose of our distribution event this time is to promote the brand by distributing perfume to the homeless, right?"

Lisa replied puzzledly, "Yes, we might also feature it on the local channel in San Lodo, and we'll send the photos to the TV station."

She didn't understand the relevance of this question to their safety.

After hearing her answer, Chan nodded thoughtfully.

"For the sake of publicity and everyone's safety, I suggest we set up three distribution points. This will make it seem like there are more people receiving perfume in front of the camera, enhancing the effectiveness of the charity promotion and ensuring that the perfume is distributed earlier. The sooner it's distributed, the sooner we can finish and reduce the time we spend in potential threat environments, minimizing the probability of personal safety issues."

He pointed to the homeless people on the street, explaining his reasoning to Lisa and the volunteers.

"It's still morning now, and the homeless have just woken up and haven't eaten yet. Their level of threat will significantly increase after they've eaten in the afternoon."

Now Lisa really felt like a thousand dollars wasn't expensive at all.

So professional!

Too professional!

The two suggestions Chan made were too professional. She began to doubt Chan's identity.

Was this person a North Korean agent?

Or a Chinese agent?

"Lisa? Okay, does anyone have any questions? If not, let's get moving, GO!"

"You guys, divide the materials into three parts, photographer, come over and confirm the shooting location with me."

Lisa was still doubting Chan's identity, but Chan had already started arranging the work.

The first party was generous, and the second party was trying their best.

Chan was giving it his all.

You watch, I'll arrange this clearly and transparently for you!

A thousand US dollars, this job must be done splendidly for you!

That's what Chan thought.