Reborn not to be a simp, the school beauty's whole family goes crazy

Zhao Qing lowered her head, her brows furrowed, and she sighed from time to time.

Zhao Qing, who was worried about company matters, arrived at her doorstep only to find the three cassette tape distributors standing there.

He paused for a moment, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, then put on a businesslike smile and greeted them warmly, "Boss Wang, Boss Li, Boss Sun."

"What wind has blown the three of you here? Oh dear, please come in, please come in!"

As she spoke, Zhao Qing quickly stepped forward, opened the door, and gestured for them to enter, but she was puzzled.

"Why are they here? Could it be that the game's sales have turned around? Or are they here to ask for a refund?"

As he pondered this, he invited the three bosses into the house, secretly preparing for any eventuality.

Zhao Qing warmly welcomed the three cassette tape distributors into the house.

While attentively guiding them to sit on the soft sofa in the living room, he shouted into the inner room, "Wife, make tea for the three bosses!"

His voice carried a hint of anticipation and nervousness, and beads of sweat glistened on his forehead in the slightly muggy evening.

A moment later, Zhao Qing's wife came out with light steps.

She held a tray steadily in both hands, on which were placed steaming teacups, the rising steam carrying the aroma of tea.

With a smile, she placed the teacups in front of the three bosses one by one and said softly, "Please enjoy your tea, gentlemen."

That gentle voice seemed to inject a touch of coolness into the sweltering air.

Of course, it could also bring a different kind of excitement to the three cassette tape distributors.

Afterwards, she greeted everyone politely with a smile for a few more moments before turning around and gracefully returning to her bedroom.

Zhao Qing slowly sat down on the sofa, but her hands unconsciously rubbed against her knees repeatedly, and the sweat on her palms soaked her pants.

His face showed a hint of tension and trepidation, and his eyes were full of unease as he asked, "The three bosses."

"You've gone to all this trouble to come see me so late, is there something wrong with the 'I Run an Inn in Chang'an 1' cartridge we sold?"

He was filled with anxiety, wondering to himself if the game had a serious quality problem.

Or perhaps something went wrong in some part of the previous collaboration. If that happens, the company will be in trouble.

Upon hearing this, Boss Wang's eyes widened, and he hurriedly waved his hand, the movement so large that he almost knocked over the teacup in front of him.

He said urgently, "No, no, Brother Zhao, you've got it all wrong! On the contrary, this game is incredibly popular! The hundred cartridges I ordered before are all sold out."

His face was beaming with barely suppressed excitement, and his voice trembled slightly with emotion.

Boss Sun chimed in, his face beaming with joy, gesturing with his hands repeatedly: "Yes, yes."

"Everyone in Beiping is looking for this game now. The little stock we had was sold out in just a few days."

"I'm here today because I want to buy more goods from your 361 Company!"

His eyes gleamed with greed, as if he could already see mountains of wealth.

Mr. Li pushed up his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses revealing a shrewd look, and added, "Brother Zhao, you guys really do things quietly and efficiently, creating a blockbuster game!"

"This game is almost as popular as those imported hit games from Japanese island nations!"

Mr. Li's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

Zhao Qing was stunned for a moment, and the unease on her face was instantly replaced by surprise. Her eyes widened as wide as saucers.

He exclaimed excitedly, "Really? This game is selling so well? That's fantastic!"

He was so excited he almost jumped off the sofa, waving his hands in the air.

He quickly sat up straight, straightened his slightly disheveled clothes, and said, "However, to be honest..."

"The company still has 700 cartridges of 'I Run an Inn in Chang'an 1' in stock."

"What? Only seven hundred?"

Mr. Wang's eyes widened, and his voice suddenly rose eight octaves.

With a look of utter surprise and his mouth agape as if he could fit an egg in it, he asked, "How come there's so little?"

"This little bit of stuff isn't even enough to fill the teeth of the three of us!"

His face was filled with disappointment and dissatisfaction, and his body unconsciously leaned forward, as if he wanted to get more inventory from Zhao Qing.

Zhao Qing scratched his head, smiled awkwardly, and blushed slightly as he explained, "We didn't actually expect it to sell so well at first."

"After all, it's a domestically produced game, so it's hard to say how well it will be accepted by the market. We're not sure ourselves, but we're happy as long as we don't lose money."

"So our boss only placed this small order with the factory. We're really sorry, bosses, this was indeed an oversight on our part."

His eyes held a hint of apology, and his tone became somewhat humble.

Mr. Sun sighed, a look of both happiness and worry on his face, and said, "Sigh, we never expected this game to be so popular."

"Recently, I've been constantly being chased by shop owners urging me to deliver goods. My phone is ringing off the hook, and I can't get any peace and quiet all day long."

"Happiness is happiness, but it's also really troublesome!"

As he spoke, he shook his head helplessly, his wry smile making people chuckle.

"So, I'll take all seven hundred of your company's inventory card tapes!"

Mr. Li continued, "Brother Zhao, you must tell your boss to get more goods."

"The three of us came here today because we want all 700 remaining cartridges, and we've also reserved 500 more."

"Could you arrange it as soon as possible? We're all counting on making money from this shipment!"

Hearing this, Mr. Wang was displeased.

He glanced sideways at Boss Sun and Boss Li, and said with a hint of sarcasm, "You two have quite the appetite, ordering so much all at once. Don't you even consider whether the market can handle it?"

"Don't let it become a burden and leave you with nowhere to turn for help."

His tone was tinged with disdain, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a mocking smile.

Not to be outdone, Mr. Sun immediately retorted, "Mr. Wang, what you're saying is obvious to everyone with eyes to see."

"If you can't handle it, don't stop others from getting rich. Don't be a sour grapes."

Mr. Li, trying to smooth things over, gestured with his hands in the air and said, "We're all just trying to do business. We should focus on making money, not on getting angry. Let's not ruin the harmony."

"Let's calmly discuss how to divide these seven hundred cartridges."

So the three of them started arguing back and forth, each listing their own advantages and customer resources, trying to win more market share.