"This is how it is, Mr. Moretti." Wei Gao gently placed his cane beside him and said to Benson, "I own a vineyard in Backlund. Backlund's economy is very developed, and the workers can produce a lot of cheap wine to earn a living, but that's where the problem lies."
Wei Gao recounts to Benson, recalling the memories that resurface in the mind of this Abraham.
As he spoke, Wei Gao sighed, "The products of my estate aren't exactly popular in Backlund. After all, the high-ranking nobles of the estates disdain to buy my 'mass-produced' goods, and the number of people who can afford my wines is far less than the quantity I produce. This means I must find a solution for my estate... haha, you should understand that even a merchant like me has a conscience and compassion. The workers on my estate need this job to live."
Thanks to Mr. Door, the members of the Abraham Family were not entirely wiped out by the Seven Deities, but after the Spear of Treachery was thrown by the Abraham Family's students, their numbers dwindled considerably. They remained, nevertheless, an Angelic Family. A hungry camel is always bigger than a horse; most of their direct descendants, under the blessing of their ancestors, continued to live in relative comfort.
For example, the original owner of Wei Gao's body secretly operated a cellar and a lead products factory in Backlund, which explains the current Wei Gao's rather comfortable financial situation.
"As it happens, I am currently working in Tingen and will not be returning to Backlund for some time, but some things still need to be sorted out. I therefore hope that your company can help me organize business activities for the South American continent and that its expertise will meet my expectations."
"Few employers care about the fate of their workers; you are already a model for merchants." Benson, following Wei Gao's example, complimented him casually: "There must be many cases similar to Backlund. But to my knowledge, the inhabitants of the Southern Continent cannot produce such goods cheaply, and through our company, we can open up trade opportunities for you in the Southern Continent."
"However, I must consult my superiors; I cannot make this decision alone. After all, I am just a simple employee of the company." Benson said gravely, "If you are not in a hurry to leave, I can wait with you for the director to arrive. I understand what you mean; if this is about commercial dumping for the South American continent, there are probably not many companies more professional than ours."
"Very well." Wei Gao nodded and said to Benson, "However, is there anything urgent you need to do? Your complexion isn't very good..."
He eyed Benson suspiciously. Two deep dark circles underlined Benson's eyes. His face looked somewhat haggard and tired, but despite this, the man of a certain age could still demonstrate a definite talent for languages. Noticing that his client had perceived his fatigue, Benson offered an embarrassed smile.
"This isn't my shift today. I just got back from a business trip and I ran into you by chance... Haha, I didn't want the company to lose a client, so I temporarily took on the role of receptionist."
"Hmm, you're a skilled employee. I'm almost envious of your employer." Wei Gao chuckled softly: "If you were the sales manager of my factory, it might have already expanded to the southern continent."
"You're joking, I'm just a simple employee. I can only speak here and nothing else," said Benson with a bitter smile, clearly not taking Wei Gao's words seriously.
But in reality, Wei Gao had indeed considered it: Benson's personal abilities and his relationship with Klein justified his offering of assistance. Even setting aside the unbreakable family ties between Benson and Klein, Benson's linguistic proficiency, demonstrated without formal training, was enough to give Wei Gao pause for thought.
As an anomaly among the Outer Deities, the High-Dimensional Supervisor was very attentive to observing humans and recording their knowledge; this was evident during each of his secret infiltrations into the Superstellar Sovereign's domain. However, the latter did not seem particularly pleased, and the High-Dimensional Supervisor did not know why.
"Mr. Benson, if I may ask a presumptuous question," said Wei Gao, "Logically speaking, you don't appear to have received any formal education, yet you possess excellent language skills. I apologize, I didn't mean to offend you, I'm simply curious."
"Oh, no problem, no problem." Benson rubbed the corners of his eyes to bolster his courage. He smiled and said to Wei Gao, "Actually, I have a little brother who's in university..."
Wei Gao did not expect that this innocuous question would ultimately trigger a veritable flood of reactions; it would seem that the method of starting a conversation by talking about children, which had proven itself in his previous life, also works in this world.
"…Well, he's currently preparing for his university admissions interview. Oh, please excuse me, Mr. Wei Gao, have I been too talkative?" Benson took a sip of tea, suddenly realizing that nearly two hours had passed and the official start time was approaching. Wei Gao, hearing Benson's words, touched his head and said:
"No, chatting with Mr. Benson is a good way to pass the time, you know; waiting is always very boring." Wei Gao put down his teacup and looked at the door opening opposite him: "Oh, your colleague has arrived, right on time at work. It seems your system is indeed as rigorous as you say."
"Colleague?" Benson looked towards the door. "Ah, the principal is here. Mr. Wei Gao, perhaps...?"
"That's perfect, you're an excellent employee," said Gao Wei indifferently. "If possible, I hope that the person responsible for liaising with me in the future will be you, Mr. Benson Moretti."
"This…" Benson suppressed his surprise. He more or less understood what Wei Gao was saying, but he found it hard to believe. After all, he wasn't a novice and knew certain unwritten rules of the business world: "There you have it, Mr. Wei Gao. Our director is in charge of our company's affairs. I'll explain your situation to him first."
"Okay." Wei Gao nodded, observing the manager, a distinguished-looking man. Dressed in a black suit and with his hair neatly styled, he looked like a member of the elite. However, at the sight of Benson and Wei Gao sitting there, he sometimes froze.
"Sir, this is Mr. Wei Gao Abraham. He wishes to use our company to distribute the goods produced at his Backlund factory in South Africa. I have just returned from a business trip, which is why I received Mr. Abraham." Benson murmured a few words to the director. At these words, the director reacted immediately, a slight smile appearing on his face. He quickly approached Wei Gao and said:
"Hello, I'm the manager, Charlie Elliot. Can our company, South Continent Trading Company, be of any assistance to you? I heard your contact explain your intentions. If you wish to sell the fine wines produced by your factory in the South Continent, we can offer you three solutions…"
Wei Gao Abraham listened to Charlie speak eloquently, then, with a quick mental examination, he used his divine mind to analyze the pros and cons. The most economical option was for the company to provide the routes and connections, while Wei Gao would handle all the processes of production, transportation, and even sales. Undoubtedly, Wei Gao would profit the most from this option, but it would also be the most restrictive; however, the Southern Continent Trading Company only charged brokerage fees, which enticed many merchants to choose this solution.
The simplest and most hassle-free option was to let the Southern Continent Trading Company handle everything, with the contracting party only responsible for supplying the goods and the company dispatching dedicated personnel for the transfer. In this way, even though the Southern Continent Trading Company would pocket the lion's share of the profits, it would gain the most, but Gao Wei wouldn't have to worry or exert any effort.
"So I'll leave the responsibility for the supply to you. But, Mr. Charlie, you should also be able to find other commercial outlets, shouldn't you?" Wei Gao glanced at the documents Charlie had produced and asked in a seemingly casual tone, "If I supply a large quantity all at once, or if I sign a multi-year contract, my share should be a little bigger, shouldn't it?"
"Of course, of course..." Charlie adjusted his glasses: "If you're willing to continue supplying us, we're willing to increase your share by three percent... No, by five percent!"
"Very well, let's do as you say." Wei Gao stood up, picking up his cane. "Next week, on the same date, I will come to your company at 3 p.m. I hope to see the contract you will have drafted by then. By the way, for all communication with your company, please continue to go through Mr. Moretti."
Benson suddenly stiffened, and Director Charlie, standing beside him, was equally taken aback by such a casual request from Wei Gao. He frowned and declared gravely, "Our company actually has more qualified employees capable of handling this kind of situation..."
Wei Gao smiled, giving Charlie a meaningful look: "Mr. Benson is a good employee, at least in my opinion. In the two hours before you arrived at the company, Mr. Benson secured this contract for you."
The two men watched Wei Gao leave, remaining silent for a long time. After a while, Director Charlie finally asked Benson discreetly, "You... Benson, right? What's your weekly salary now?"
"Huh?" Benson didn't expect the manager to ask that question and unconsciously replied, "1 pound and 10 soles."
"One pound and ten soles, eh… That's a bit low. Starting next week, your salary will increase to two pounds. If the contract with Mr. Abraham goes through, I'll pay you an additional bonus. Sigh… I never would have believed, never believed… that there would be such a large order here in Tingen… It's thanks to you; otherwise, this order would have gone to another company."
Manager Charlie rubbed his forehead and said to Benson, who was instantly delighted: "Thank you, manager!"
Then, he silently thanked Mr. Wei Gao, whom he had received.