Chapter 27: A Problem That Will Make You Go Bald!
Su Hao's hand trembled, and he almost threw the beer glass he had just filled out.
"Huh?!" He was so shocked that his eyes widened, and he wondered if he was hallucinating.
"Didn't I just say that capable people should be vigorously promoted?"
The director's tone was firm and decisive, carrying an unquestionable force.
Su Hao picked up his glass, somewhat bewildered, and mechanically took a large gulp of ice-cold beer, trying to calm his chaotic mind.
Although he had little work experience, he knew that for a new recruit who had only been with the company for a few days, the distance between him and the position of team leader was farther than the distance between the Earth and the Moon.
This is like riding a rocket!
"Team leader... does that mean I'm going to lead a team?" he asked cautiously, his voice still a little unsteady.
"What else? Don't you often lead raids and raids in the guild? It's the same thing, just a different name for the same thing." The Director waved his hand dismissively.
"Uh, this is... well, it doesn't really compare to leading a group in gaming... does it?" Su Hao's forehead was sweating; this analogy was just too...
"Hey! What do you know, kid!" The Director glared at him.
"Leading a raid group is much harder than being a manager! If you can lead dozens of people through a dungeon, why would you be afraid of not being able to lead a trading team?"
The team leader? Him? Su Hao?
He subconsciously thought of his muscular, imposing boss— Manager Zhou Yi.
Compared to that muscular leader, he suddenly felt like a weak and pathetic weakling.
"Generally speaking, once you reach the level of department manager, you're considered to have entered the company's senior management."
The director began to paint a picture of the future for him, his tone enticing:
"You regular traders get a 20% commission, right? Department managers get a whopping 30%! And that's not all," he emphasized, "the amount of capital you can use also increases accordingly!"
Su Hao's heart began to race uncontrollably. He swallowed hard and asked, "How much...how much?"
The director held up five fingers and casually uttered a number: "Fifty million."
"!?"
Su Hao felt a buzzing in his head, as if he had been struck by lightning. Fifty million!
This...this is ten times more!
He only has five million in funds available right now!
"Of course, you're not going to take all 50 million by yourself. As the boss, you need to have a few people under you, right? Your team members should at least be full-time traders."
The Director explained:
"At that time, you'll have to do what Zhou Yi did and distribute a portion of the funds. But even so, you'll still have at least 30 million in your own hands, right?"
Thirty million...
Just hearing this number makes your scalp tingle and your palms sweat.
"Moreover, the bonuses for department managers are even higher." The director continued, "If the entire team's performance is outstanding, they can get an additional 8% of the team's profit share!"
Typically, trading teams aim for a daily return of between 0.1% and 1%.
Based on this calculation, it's not difficult to reliably achieve a monthly return of over 8%.
In that case...wouldn't his monthly income be a stable one million?
"Holy crap, so Manager Zhou Yi makes this much money all the time..."
Su Hao then belatedly realized that this department manager, who usually seemed stern and unsmiling, was probably already an incredibly wealthy man with an astonishing net worth.
The financial world is indeed beyond the imagination of ordinary people like them; the speed at which they make money is comparable to a money printing machine!
"But...can I really do it?" Faced with such a huge temptation, Su Hao calmed down slightly and asked uncertainly:
"I've only been here a short time, and I don't even have any decent qualifications..."
Not to mention compared to other senior department managers, even Li Huilin in their department has an impressive resume that's dazzling: a master's degree in finance from a prestigious university, and various certificates hanging all over the wall.
"Seniority? Can that feed you? Here, ultimately, it's the return on investment that matters! And you, kid, have already proven yourself with your abilities." The Director scoffed.
"Of course, the subordinates might gossip a bit, but so what? If they're not happy, let them earn 80% back for me and see what happens! Otherwise, they'd better keep quiet!"
To put it bluntly, in this cruel and realistic industry, performance is king, and profitability is the law; everything else is irrelevant.
"So? Are you in or not? Give me a straight answer!" The Director stared intently at him.
Su Hao took a deep breath, looked at the Director's unwavering gaze, and said with a wry smile:
"Let me think about it..."
"Yes, the pressure must be immense. The higher the position, the greater the responsibility. But..."
The director then changed the subject, adding a touch of encouragement:
"This opportunity is an unprecedented promotion, a meteoric rise. You should weigh the pros and cons yourself."
To be fair, having him like Manager Zhou Yi, dressed in a suit and tie, presiding over the morning meeting every day, strategizing and issuing orders...
Su Hao felt that he really didn't have that kind of presence or ability.
But then I thought, could his success be attributed to his "deep understanding" of the securities industry?
No, he relied on that damned "feeling" that even he couldn't explain!
If that's the case, what is there to be afraid of?
"I don't know if I can do it well," Su Hao raised his head, his eyes becoming determined, "but I'm willing to try!"
"Hahaha! Good! You've got guts! This is the kind of person I've been looking for!"
The director laughed heartily, appearing very satisfied: "Come on, let's have a toast to celebrate your promotion! Manager Su Hao?"
An intern was promoted to a full-fledged trader after only a few days.
Now, he's been parachuted in as a "department manager"!
The words " Manager Su Hao " sent a strange, indescribable thrill and excitement through him.
"Yes, Director!" Su Hao raised his glass and clinked it heavily with the Director's.
***
Yesterday, I drank, ate skewers, and chatted with my older brother until late at night. When I got home, I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, but I didn't wake up until noon the next day.
The hangover was still making his head buzz, and he yawned as he walked out of the bedroom.
"Oh? You're here again today?"
He looked at his sister Su Hui, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa in the living room, scrolling through her phone, and was a little surprised.
"Nonsense, this is my house, can't I come here?" Su Hui finally raised her head, rolled her eyes at him irritably, and then looked him up and down:
"Look at you, you've been drinking again yesterday, haven't you? Company dinner?"
"You noticed that? Was it that obvious?" Su Hao touched his messy hair.
"What reputable company holds weekend dinners? This isn't how you exploit your employees. Your company is really bizarre."
Su Hui started complaining daily about how evil capitalists don't even spare their employees on weekends.
Su Hao thought to himself, if he told her that this was not a company dinner, but an "offline barbecue for high-level members of a game guild", would she think that his brother had completely lost his mind?
"Also, I'm here today on important business." Su Hui put down her phone, her expression turning serious.
"Um?"
"Didn't you treat me to dinner last week? You just started working, and I guess you haven't received your salary yet, so I felt bad letting you treat me. So today, I'll pay the bill!"
She patted her small bag:
"Oh, by the way, I'll buy you a decent suit while I'm at it, as a celebration for you finding a job. When Mom and Dad get back tonight, let's go out for a nice meal and then go shopping at a clothing store!"
"Uh, no need for that..." Su Hao said somewhat embarrassedly.
"Alright, don't stand on ceremony with me!" Su Hui waved her hand, interrupting him.
"Do you remember when I first got a job, you bought me a pair of leather shoes with the money you painstakingly saved from odd jobs? I've been wearing those shoes ever since!"
That's way back in the distant future...
Su Hao was surprised that his sister actually remembered, and even kept those shoes. A warm feeling welled up inside him instantly…
This girl, really...
"I'm really fine here… You don't need to spend money on me. You're renting a place to live outside, and that's expensive."
"Don't worry!" Su Hui puffed out her chest, a smug look on her face saying, "I can earn money to support my family now!"
"I just got paid on Friday, plus a bonus! I'm practically a little rich woman now, don't underestimate me!"
Seeing her so smug and lively appearance, Su Hao felt inexplicably gratified.
Back then, this girl was just a little kid who would cry at the drop of a hat and follow him around all day.
"Also, bro. Fang Huan Investment is a big company, but you're still a newbie, so your salary probably won't be very high."
Su Hui suddenly switched to a heartfelt "life mentor" mode:
"The more things are like this, the sooner we need to plan for the future. Even though you work at a private equity firm, I'm sure you're just doing odd jobs, but no matter what, you need to start saving money now, just in case. Do you want me to help you see if there are any suitable investment products?"
"Uh... is this really necessary?"
"Of course! And now that you have a proper job, shouldn't you be thinking about marriage?"
Su Hui, with a "you don't understand" expression, began to speak at length:
"How can we not save money? For ordinary office workers like us, we'd be grateful if we could save a million yuan after a lifetime of hard work!"
"..."
His younger sister was also enthusiastically explaining to him the grand plan of "how an ordinary office worker can scientifically save up a million," spitting as she introduced the advantages and disadvantages of various low-risk financial products, analyzing them in a very logical and reasonable manner.
Su Hao listened silently, nodding occasionally, but his expression was somewhat subtle.
He now deeply understands how arduous the effort it takes for ordinary wage earners to save "one million".
"So, brother, how much do you earn about a month?"
Su Hui finally got to the core question, looking at him with a warm expression:
"So I can tailor a perfect savings plan for you based on your income!"
"Um... well..."
Su Hao felt a headache coming on, and his expression instantly became quite interesting.
How is he supposed to explain this to his sister, who is tirelessly striving to "save a million" and enthusiastically planning his future...?
His salary for just his first month was... a million?
This... is a real headache.