Chapter 58: I Can Operate My Phone with One Hand

Chen Han Sheng asked for a phone, and Zhong Jian Cheng wasn't surprised. Chen Han Sheng wasn't an ordinary college student, so it wasn't strange for him to make such a request.

Zhong Jian Cheng studied Chen Han Sheng for a moment and said, "You're not asking for 2000 yuan for cigarettes, so it must be for this phone, right?"

Shen Tong Express was a franchise business, and since Zhong Jian Cheng was the general manager for the Jiangling District, the cost of a phone was within his budget. Especially considering how Chen Han Sheng had just cleverly given him a favor at the school, Zhong Jian Cheng felt it was a smart move.

Chen Han Sheng smiled and said, "The meaning is different. Cigarettes are for the project's implementation, and the phone is for the project's development. I should be considered a major distributor for the school's business, so asking for a phone isn't unreasonable."

Zhong Jian Cheng thought for a moment. Chen Han Sheng had connections (such as with the student union and the Youth League), a network (he managed a large abandoned storage room with heavy foot traffic), and a status (as vice president of the student union and class monitor). After considering it all, Zhong Jian Cheng nodded and said, "It's not unreasonable."

"Let's head back to the store. We just had lunch, but we can have some tea to relax," Zhong Jian Cheng suggested.

He didn't agree right away, but he also didn't refuse. He planned to discuss the agency pricing with Chen Han Sheng. In the office on the second floor of Tianyuan East Road, Zhong Jian Cheng made tea for Chen Han Sheng and took out a pricing agreement, saying, "This is Meng Xuedong's agency pricing. He gets a commission of fifty cents per item. But since your conditions are different, how about earning eighty cents per item?"

Chen Han Sheng didn't respond immediately. He carefully reviewed the entire agreement before asking, "Earlier, I mentioned becoming the general agent for the Finance College, East University, Medical College, and Engineering College. What do you think, Manager Zhong?"

"No problem. When you're the general agent, they will all be your sub-agents. How you distribute the profits between the sub-agents is up to you. Your commission will be eight cents per item," Zhong Jian Cheng replied without hesitation.

Zhong Jian Cheng was willing to give him this offer, considering that Chen Han Sheng's potential and ability far surpassed other campus agents. However, he didn't want to get involved in the details. For example, with the eight cents commission per item that Zhong Jian Cheng gave Chen Han Sheng, if Chen Han Sheng developed sub-agents, he would have to share this eight cents, and in the end, his commission could shrink to only two cents per item. The upside was that he wouldn't need to handle everything himself.

Seeing Zhong Jian Cheng's firm attitude, Chen Han Sheng sipped his tea and said, "Manager Zhong, you're a bit stubborn."

"Why? Do you have a problem with the price?" Zhong Jian Cheng asked, furrowing his brow. No college student had ever questioned the commission before; Chen Han Sheng was the first.

Chen Han Sheng waved his hand, "I have no objections. I just have a better suggestion."

"Go ahead."

"I think we should set a standard, like if a certain number of items are collected within a week, the commission could go up from eighty cents to one yuan twenty, and so on. This could encourage the sub-agents' enthusiasm... Manager Zhong, why are you staring at me like that?"

Before he finished speaking, he noticed Zhong Jian Cheng staring at him in surprise.

"Have you done business at home before?"

"No," Chen Han Sheng replied.

"Then how do you know all this?"

"I study management, and there are similar examples in the books."

Chen Han Sheng, who usually slept through classes, used his textbooks as a shield. But Zhong Jian Cheng believed him: "No wonder people say there are treasures in books. Chen Manager, you just mentioned this casually, but I could never have thought of it."

Hearing "Manager Chen" for the first time, Chen Han Sheng was momentarily taken aback. He had finally become "Manager Chen."

"That suggestion is great. Once I've calculated the standards, I'll let you know, and we'll start promoting it with you. Do you have any other ideas?" Zhong Jian Cheng asked seriously.

"I'm curious, how did you collect campus parcels in the past?" Chen Han Sheng asked again.

"Since the business volume at schools isn't large, we usually collect every two to three days. We send cars to pick up parcels from several schools at once," Zhong Jian Cheng explained.

Chen Han Sheng thought for a moment, then said, "If the collection volume reaches a certain level, I'd like to have a permanent collector stationed at the school. This way, we could collect once a day to improve efficiency."

Zhong Jian Cheng nodded. "No problem. As long as your profits are good, we can hire someone."

Chen Han Sheng tossed him a cigarette and smiled. "I'll handle the wages for this person; you just need to help find someone experienced."

"You'll handle the wages?" Zhong Jian Cheng hesitated, then looked at him meaningfully, "You really have everything figured out. Doesn't this mean you'll control all the business from the four schools?"

"Manager Zhong, don't tell me you want to be an emperor. A manager only needs to relax and earn money. Small tasks should be delegated to subordinates," Chen Han Sheng responded nonchalantly.

"I'm not a princess, I don't need to lie down and make money. But I can agree to this. I'll send over an honest, experienced collector, and I'll make sure to tell them that Chen Manager is the one paying the wages," Zhong Jian Cheng said, pretending to be angry, though he was actually pleased. The more mature Chen Han Sheng seemed, the more he valued the campus market.

"Alright, no more issues. Once you determine the standards, I'll come back to sign the agreement. I'm ready to head back now," Chen Han Sheng said, though he hadn't moved from his seat.

"Is there something else?" Zhong Jian Cheng asked, confused.

Chen Han Sheng smiled and said, "I'm wondering how I can contact you quickly if I have any new ideas in the future."

Zhong Jian Cheng snorted and stood up, walking to his desk to open a drawer. He took out an unopened phone and said, "I'm getting a new phone. You can use this one for now."

Chen Han Sheng took the phone, looked at it, and saw it was a Nokia 5210, a classic model. He casually opened the package and tossed the box on the ground.

Zhong Jian Cheng stared at him, stunned. "Is this your first phone?"

"Yes," Chen Han Sheng answered.

Zhong Jian Cheng's expression grew complex. "When I bought my first phone, I couldn't even understand the English manual but didn't want to throw it away."

"That's so pretentious," Chen Han Sheng said, slapping his butt and standing up. He was finally ready to leave, and on his way out, he also got a mobile card at the Yiwu Goods Center.

...

In the evening, Chen Han Sheng went to the student union meeting as scheduled. The activity room was still full of people, mainly department heads and vice heads, and since the main topic of the meeting was organizing the freshman gala, the positions in the External Relations Department were particularly important. The three vice chairs were talking to Qi Wei and Yao Qingguo.

When Qi Wei saw Chen Han Sheng, she called out, "Chen Han Sheng, come get your student union badge."

Her voice caused a noticeable hush in the room. Many people had already heard of Chen Han Sheng, who had toppled the former vice head Zhou Xiao and taken the position himself. Everyone was curious about this new and bold freshman.

Chen Han Sheng didn't care, smiling as he walked over to grab the badge. It read: "Vice Head of External Relations, Department of Humanities and Social Sciences, Chen Han Sheng."

"I don't need to wear this around my neck all day, right?" Chen Han Sheng said to Qi Wei.

Before she could answer, the sour-faced Vice President, Zuo Xiaoli, snapped, "You better not wear it. I'm really worried about you ruining the student union's image!"

"Are you done?" Chen Han Sheng turned impatiently, and Qi Wei quickly stepped in to stop him, worried that he might lash out at Zuo Xiaoli.

However, Chen Han Sheng didn't make a move. He noticed that Zuo Xiaoli was wearing a black pager with a metal chain attached, curving along his belt.

"It's fine, I was just asking," Chen Han Sheng suddenly took out his brand-new Nokia 5210 and slammed it on the table. "I was just wondering, does wearing a student union badge affect my ability to operate a phone with one hand?"