Chapter 74: Chen the Great Swindler

Just as Chen Yun was about to pay, an explosion of rage erupted from within the Oubao mobile phone counter.

“Why has this month’s revenue dropped so much? What? Poor publicity? If the publicity isn’t enough, then throw money at it! Are you all idiots? TV, newspapers, street walls, buses—use every possible channel!”

“What? You’ve used them all but it’s still not working? Are you pigs? Why isn’t it working? Let me see the ad slogan you came up with. ‘Oubao Mobile, your favorite phone’… Are you kidding me? Which moron wrote this idiotic slogan? I want to know right now! Whoever it is, let them pack up and get out! God, working with a bunch of pigs—you have no idea what I go through!”

“You think your audience is as dumb as you? With slogans like this, you expect good sales? Dream on! Come up with a new line, and whoever gives me one that I like gets a reward of 100 silver coins and a promotion to sales manager!”

Chen Yun couldn’t help but howl internally. No wonder the name of this phone seemed so familiar! It’s that phone whose ad slogan went viral back on Earth!

Looks like I won’t have to pay for a phone today!

“A Qi, want to make a bet?” Chen Yun pulled A Qi aside and whispered.

“A bet on what?” A Qi asked.

“I bet that not only will I get a phone for free, they’ll even treat me like a VIP and pay me. Do you believe it?”

“Yeah, right. I don’t believe it at all.”

“Alright, let’s bet. If I lose, you can name any condition you want. And if you lose… heh heh.”

A Qi looked at Chen Yun’s mischievous grin and shivered. “Why are you laughing like that? It’s creepy.”

“Heh heh, if you lose, you have to bark like a puppy. How about it?”

“Ah…” A Qi was on the verge of tears. Chen Yun, why are you like this?

“Fine, a bet’s a bet. There’s no way you can make them pay you to take their phone.” A Qi gritted her teeth. No way. Who does he think he is? Does he think the whole world revolves around him?

“Come on, watch me go into persuasion mode.”

Persuasion mode…

A Qi held her head—why did that phrase sound so awkward?

“Call your manager over. Tell them you have a big deal to discuss,” Chen Yun said to the clerk.

The clerk hesitated. What kind of big business could a kid like you possibly have?

“Don’t regret it. If the deal goes through, you’ll get a referral bonus. I guarantee it’ll be worth more than the price of this phone,” Chen Yun said, pointing at the Oubao R9.

The clerk’s interest was piqued. It’s just a message, what’s the harm? “Alright, please wait a moment.”

Ma Lanshan, the district manager of Oubao Mobiles in Lanyun City, walked over and eyed the student-like youth. “You want to talk business with me?”

Chen Yun smiled confidently. “That’s right. Just now, I overheard you say you needed a creative slogan. So I’d like to talk business. I won’t overpromise, but it’s no problem to multiply your district’s sales tenfold.”

Ma Lanshan was stunned. Is this kid dreaming? Multiply sales tenfold? Did he mean a tenfold drop? Not worth my time. He turned to leave.

“Don’t be so quick to go. There are many stories of people who turned away and regretted it for life. Do you want to be one of them? A Qi, go buy me a drink, I’m thirsty.”

“Oh, what would you like?”

“Orange juice.”

“Alright, one moment.”

Ma Lanshan looked at the girl. Why does she look so familiar? Let me think… Wait, isn’t she the daughter of Mayor Shen Qiang and the chairman of Azure Group? What’s this kid’s background, treating the mayor’s daughter like a servant?

Ma Lanshan no longer underestimated the boy. “Tell me about your proposal.”

“It’s simple. I’ll sign an agreement with Oubao. My capital is a single slogan. You promote it with everything you’ve got. If your district’s revenue doesn’t double in a month, I’ll take nothing. For every additional doubling, I take one percent of net profit, capped at fifteen percent. What do you think?” Chen Yun didn’t dare to ask for too much. This slogan’s effect on Oubao Mobiles—never mind tenfold—could easily multiply sales dozens of times! Without a cap, Oubao’s entire staff would end up working for him.

“….” Ma Lanshan was speechless. Where did this kid get such confidence? This is the most bizarre proposal he’d ever heard. One slogan for fifteen percent of Oubao’s net profit? He almost wanted to laugh.

When A Qi returned, she too was incredulous. What kind of slogan is this—made of pure diamonds?

She twisted open the orange juice and handed it to Chen Yun. Ma Lanshan’s eyelids twitched. What kind of background does this kid have, to have Shen Yun so willing to play servant?

“You can consult your higher-ups. If you don’t trust me, you can pilot the slogan in your district for a month. But if you choose that, my share goes up to twenty percent. Think carefully,” Chen Yun pressed, quietly upping the stakes. “Think about it—if your sales multiply tenfold, what will your profit be? And a fifth of that profit, how much is that? Think it over.”

Ma Lanshan was tempted. If the effect was as promised, would he rather have all of 100 in profit or eighty percent of 10,000? Only a fool would choose the former.

“Wait here, I’ll ask the company. I can’t make this call myself.” Right in front of Chen Yun, Ma Lanshan called the general manager of Oubao.

“Director Li, what do you think?” Ma Lanshan asked.

“This kid’s interesting. I want to see what earth-shattering slogan he can come up with. Tell him, we’ll sign. Either way, we won’t lose money. If he really delivers, Oubao will become unchallenged in the domestic market.”

“Director Li, isn’t this too risky? Should I pilot it first?”

“No need, sign right away. If he dares to offer something this bold, there must be something behind it. We can’t risk five percent of our net profits.”

“Alright, I’ll draft the contract.”

“Go ahead. Treat him like a VIP customer. I have a feeling this boy is destined for great things.”

“Yes, yes.” Ma Lanshan muttered, “Not just destined for greatness—he’s already something else. Anyone who can boss the mayor’s daughter around can’t be ordinary.” From beginning to end, Ma Lanshan had never even considered they could be master and servant. If he had, it wouldn’t be surprise he’d feel—it would be shock.

Chen Yun read the contract and, finding nothing amiss, turned to A Qi. “A Qi, sign it.”

“Huh? I’m signing?” A Qi was confused. Why would her master let her sign such a high-value contract?