Chapter 145 Endless Entanglements

In the office, Secretary Xiao Chen served two cups of water and then carefully closed the door as she left.

Du Xinyan cupped her cheeks in her hands. "President Zhao, won't you really reconsider what I said before entering the elevator? Marry me, and you can save yourself many years of hard work."

Zhao Fan remained expressionless. "Stop daydreaming."

"You really don't know how to talk nicely. What do you mean by daydreaming? This is a reasonable suggestion. Don't you want to leverage the influence of the Du family?"

Zhao Fan pulled the documents out of the file bag. "I, Zhao Fan, alone am enough to build an existence far more powerful than your Du family."

Du Xinyan let out a scoff. "You have great ambitions, but unfortunately, the Du family that I spent years climbing up to build is not something a single person like you can surpass."

Zhao Fan ignored her. The contents of the document detailed the opening of afeiteng Supermarket in Kyoto, where he would fund the decoration and secure the location, while Du Xinyan would contact suppliers, and the profits would be split twenty-eight.

Twenty percent for him, and eighty percent for Du Xinyan.

Stuffing the documents back into the file bag, Zhao Fan tossed it directly toward Du Xinyan.

"I will not agree to this cooperation."

The location, the decoration, and all the capital came from him, yet Du Xinyan wanted an eighty-percent cut just for connecting with suppliers—were she trying to be funny?

"You'd better dream a little less during the day."

Clutching the file bag, Du Xinyan looked at Zhao Fan with a hint of annoyance in her eyes.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean exactly what the words say. Don't even think about the Du family plotting against me. I, Zhao Fan, am indeed fighting alone, but that doesn't mean your Du family can trap me a second time."

The first time had caught him completely off guard, but if they tried it again, there was no telling who would trap whom. In any case, a barefoot man wasn't afraid of someone wearing shoes; he had nothing left to lose.

"Get out."

Zhao Fan's unfriendliness toward Du Xinyan was placed right out in the open, completely unmasked.

Du Xinyan stared fixedly at Zhao Fan, her grip on the file bag tightening bit by bit.

Just when Zhao Fan thought she was about to fly into a rage, Du Xinyan suddenly smiled.

"I know, you're trying to provoke me."

Was there something wrong with this woman's brain?

This thought flashed through Zhao Fan's mind, making his expression even more impassive.

"Don't project your own thoughts onto me. Xiao Chen, see Miss Du out."

"Understood." Xiao Chen pushed the door open and politely asked Du Xinyan to leave.

"I'm leaving then. I won't pester you today, see you in a few days."

Holding the documents, Du Xinyan left happily. To an outsider, it would have seemed as though she and Zhao Fan had successfully reached a cooperation.

Not long after, Han Chen put down his computer and strolled into Zhao Fan's office.

"President Zhao, I heard there was a beauty here just now..."

Zhao Fan remained expressionless.

"Ahem, did you two work things out?"

"I cover all the funding and decoration, she gets eighty percent and I get twenty. Do you think I'd agree?"

Han Chen clicked his tongue. "What's the background of that beauty? She's got some nerve saying things like that."

"The turmoil from a short while ago was related to her."

Han Chen fell silent. "..."

"Are you serious?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

Han Chen drew a sharp breath. "President Zhao, Boss, if you provoke people and chase them away like this, and it happens again, our company..."

"There won't a second time, I know what I'm doing. By the way, Jiang Ying's side needs a website specifically for information regarding the Dushui smartphone. Take a team and get it sorted out."

"Got it."

With a task on his hands, Han Chen stopped dwelling on the matter and turned to leave.

After he left, Zhao Fan pulled the keyboard toward him and began writing his future development plan.

The first item was the expansion of Feiteng Supermarket. The four Feiteng Supermarkets in Yangcheng had already reached saturation; if the supermarket wanted to grow, it had to expand outward.

Zhao Fan flipped through a map and ultimately decided to focus on the areas surrounding Yangcheng. Since the Du family was in Kyoto, it was best not to touch that region for now.

He would first firmly establish his roots here before slowly competing with the Du family.

Near Yangcheng were Tiancheng and Haicheng. Haicheng, being coastal, had been developing quite well lately, with many sectors still in their infancy.

On his schedule, Zhao Fan added Tiancheng and Haicheng, putting a priority mark next to Haicheng.

The path for Feiteng Supermarket was very clear: outward expansion. As long as the expansion went well, profitability would be guaranteed.

As for the other project, it would require much more of Zhao Fan's attention: Feiteng Shopping.

Looking at this e-commerce website, which currently relied primarily on Feiteng Search, Zhao Fan recalled the shopping waves of his past life and added the word "courier" right next to it.

Deliveries were currently handled via bank logistics networks. While stable, the speed was inherently capped due to that very stability.

What Zhao Fan wanted was the ability to deliver goods within three days. To achieve that kind of speed, he would have to establish his own delivery service.

Feiteng Express? That name had a pleasant ring to it.

As for the gaming department, as long as the subsequent planning for "Mythology" kept pace, there was no need to worry about a lack of players or profits.

However, the gaming department couldn't just fixate on "Mythology" alone; it needed to develop more titles, ideally achieving a blossoming of a hundred flowers, making people unable to put down any game bearing the Feiteng name once they played it.

After much deliberation, Zhao Fan marked this on his plan as a priority as well, preparing to hold a meeting next Monday to thoroughly discuss all these points.

Time flew, and the new Monday arrived. During the morning meeting, Zhao Fan specifically brought out his prepared schedule.

The meeting lasted for two hours. Among the final goals established was the formation of a supermarket expansion team.

Jia Yuanteng was appointed as the team leader and was required to lead a team to establish roots in either Tiancheng or Haicheng.

To this end, Zhao Fan specifically allocated a housing allowance for him to move his family there. As for the other city, it was temporarily put on hold until a suitable person could be found.

Another goal was to form a transport fleet to ship goods, followed by setting up delivery stations in densely populated cities to hire personnel for local deliveries.

Of course, this process would be relatively slow, so Zhao Fan leaned toward building the fleet first, and after establishing the reputation of Feiteng Shopping, utilizing an agency-franchise model to let locals manage the couriers.

Regarding the gaming department, Zhao Fan only instructed them to recruit more staff and design more games, explicitly stating that as long as a game was profitable, the relevant design personnel would receive a one-percent commission, with additional bonuses if the game became a massive hit.

When the meeting concluded, various department heads left with their meeting summaries, each of them deep in thought.

What followed immediately was a busy period for the Human Resources Department, as every department was requesting personnel, a task that could only be handed over to HR to handle.

Just as these matters were settled, Zhao Fan suddenly received a call from Shi Wenxuan, informing him that construction on the building and shopping mall had officially begun.

"Do you want to come take a look?"

Zhao Fan flipped through his class schedule and reviewed his itinerary.

"No time. I won't have any time before the winter break."

During this period, he had been spinning like a top, wishing he could stretch a single day into forty-eight hours.

Shi Wenxuan sounded regretful. "Then I suppose we'll have to wait until President Zhao has some free time."

"Mm."

Hanging up the phone, Zhao Fan stretched his limbs and paced back and forth in his office.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

The door was tapped. Zhao Fan glanced toward the entrance. "Come in."

Secretary Xiao Chen pushed the door open. "President Zhao, um..."