Chapter 108
The dishes served were more luxurious than the supreme set menu at Sevan Grand Hotel.
Australian double-headed abalone; Japanese Kobe beef, the kind that was more expensive than gold; Italian white truffles, said to cost two to three thousand dollars for just a small lump.
There was also caviar, and the box was gold-plated; even a small box cost several thousand dollars.
Even the fruits after the meal cost several thousand or even tens of thousands per pound.
I was both excited and emotional in my heart. The life of the rich was damn good. Previously, I couldn't afford several of these dishes with my whole year's income.
After the meal, Frank took me to tour the Allen family residence, the home theater, karaoke room, game room, gym, and even a wine cellar downstairs, where you could drink wine and play billiards at the same time.
I felt like I could live in the Allen family residence for years without going out.
After a stroll, Frank brewed tea for me in the study. The tea leaves were bought by the ounce, said to cost half a year's salary for an ordinary person for just one ounce.
So when I took a sip, It seemed I wasn't drinking tea; I was drinking money.
I felt like I was like a country bumpkin.
I thought to myself, 'One day, I will also live this kind of life.'
"John, don't work at Skyliho anymore, come with me. I guarantee you can leave a wealthy life and marry a beautiful lady at Sevan," Frank said.
I was a bit tempted, but I refused even with a billion, so why care about this?
What I wanted was to interact as equals, not as superiors and subordinates. There was an old saying, "Never mix business with family or friends, as it's bound to cause strife over time."
Unless I became part of the Allen family, I meant as a son-in-law.
If that were the case, that would be fine.
But it was just wishful thinking.
"Frank, I appreciate your kindness, but I prefer to rely on myself."
I didn't make it a hard refusal but said, "Of course, it would be even better if you could help a bit."
"That's for sure," Frank said, "Here's the deal; I have a subsidiary that deals with fast-moving consumer goods. It's currently in the midst of a marketing campaign, and I'll hand it over to you. A hundred million isn't a lot, but steady wins the race."
I suddenly understood. You knew, people just couldn't be all good at once. You showed a little kindness here, a bit of goodness there, and the rest followed in its own time. It was the old "slow and steady wins the race" thing, right?
Frank was a businessman, and he understood this better than I did.
"Thank you, Frank." I couldn't help but feel joyous, and so I raised my teacup in a toast to him.
After drinking the tea, Frank said, "John, I have a few words to say. Do you want to hear them?"
"I'm all ears," I said.
"In fact, you can jump out and do it yourself, isn't it better than working for Skyliho?" Frank poured me a cup of tea. "When Mr. Walker mentioned you before, I knew you have a close relationship; giving you a forty million deal just like that is not something an ordinary person can do."
He added, "And Mr. Jefferson of Winest Company, I heard he also thinks highly of you, plus our Allen family. Do you know what advantage you have? If you do a seventy million deal on your own, do you know how much profit you'll make?"
I was roaring inside, 'Of course I know. Let's discount a bit, say 30%; that's still over 20 million. Just like that, I can easily become a multi-millionaire.'
"You're letting Skyliho make the big profit now; what's the point of earning a commission on your own, even if you become the emperor of wage earners? That's it."
I understood Frank's meaning; he wanted me to jump out and do it on my own.
I slapped my head and said, "Ah, I'm so stupid,"
With four million in hand, I only thought about investing in a dance training class. It would be great to start a media company.
If not, opening an advertising agency would also work.
But the dance training class had already started. It was too late to regret, and it was quite stable.
But then again, I didn't have the resources in hand. I couldn't just start a company and have it sit there as a decoration. Without channels to tap into, what would I use for marketing?
I voiced my doubts, and Frank couldn't help but laugh. He said, "I thought it was something serious, but it turned out to be this. I have to say you're still too young."
As soon as I heard this, I knew Frank had more to say, and hurriedly said, "Please teach me."
Frank waved his hand. "Actually, this involves routines. Let's take logistics, for example. How did those small logistics companies start? At first, their volume was very low. If they sent it all over the country, they would definitely lose money, and then the delivery service business started."
"You see the current couriers; many of them deliver to several companies, right?"
I nodded, and he continued, "You can do the same. You go to a medium-sized media company and tell them you have a ten million big deal in hand, but you only want to cooperate based on profit sharing. Do you think they would agree?"
Damn!
Borrowing a chicken to lay eggs, I got it!
But the premise of doing this was that you must have a real chicken in hand.
"They would, they definitely would!" I said.
Frank continued, "Since they are willing, you should take the lead, but not in your personal name; it's better to use the company's name, even if it's a shell company. This way, you can transfer the risk and potentially earn greater profits for yourself."
Frank's words lit a fire in me, as if massive profits were already within my grasp.
"I benefit a lot from talking to you." I looked gratefully at Frank. If he didn't truly consider me a friend, he wouldn't have said these words.
"It's just a simple routine; you can think about it carefully, whether to hand the project over to Skyliho or continue the project yourself; I'm fine with either."
He had said so much; if I refused now, it would be ungrateful.
If a benefactor was willing to help, then I must step up myself.
Relationships would eventually run out; how could a billionaire associate with a poor guy for long?
A billionaire's friends were either millionaires or other billionaires.
"Birds of a feather flock together," that was the truth.
"Okay, since you trust me so much, I can't let you down!" I replied.
"Come, have some tea!"
Frank smiled. That was enough said on this matter.
I stayed with the Allen family until eight in the evening, and they were very enthusiastic in trying to persuade me to stay overnight.
Although I also wanted to stay, Rita was still waiting for me at home, so I politely declined.
When it was time to leave, the servants packed a lot of good things into the trunk; I didn't even know what was inside.
The most important thing wasn't this, but Reese gave me an envelope as a gift.
The envelope was very thin, and I guessed that inside it was either a check or a bank card.
I couldn't refuse, so I accepted it. Before leaving, Lillian whispered, "Don't forget tomorrow!"
She was referring to the gathering. I nodded, "Don't worry, I won't forget."
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