MY Masochistic CEO-Chapter 99 strategic shift

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 Skylight 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 low-key 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 Michaelson 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, Kristina 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."

The car drove out of the Legendary Mansion. I couldn’t help my curiosity, so I quickly opened the envelope, and inside was indeed a bank card. I just didn’t know how much money was in it.

I still felt a lot of pressure, mingling with wealthy families, always feeling insecure.

Fortunately, Frank’s words helped me understand. I thought about how many colleagues at the company ended up starting advertising and media companies. It seemed they were also using Skylight to incubate their projects.

Skylight had many resources that I have never had. For the time being, I wouldn’t leave Skylight.

Resources were one aspect, but more importantly, it was Skylight’s reputation and team.

Now, it was just me. Starting a small company was fine, but if I wanted to develop in the long term, I needed thorough preparation.

The car stopped in front of a bank. I inserted the card into the machine and entered the password on the back, and the number that popped up startled me: $1,888,888!

What an auspicious number! Adding the previous three million, the Michaelson family had already given me five million.

It was like winning a five-million prize and tax-free.

Now, the money for the dance training center was all covered, with some surplus.

And there was Frank’s ten-million deal, which was a real benefit.

In addition, Edward helped a lot. The Michaelson family was truly generous!

The pressure on me increased even more.

Taking out the bank card and opening the trunk, I found a box of red wine. I checked it: Romanee-Conti, not the million-dollar kind, but still worth twenty to thirty thousand per bottle, and there were six bottles.

There was another box of red wine, also retailing for twenty to thirty thousand per bottle and containing six bottles.

Thinking about the gifts I gave and then seeing theirs, I felt truly embarrassed.

I carried the gifts upstairs, startling Kristina.

"Did you empty out the supermarket?" she asked.

"No, these were gifts from an elder."

Kristina also had good taste. She opened the box and glanced inside.

"They are quite something."

"Yeah, he’s wealthy."

I said, "Kristina, this is for you!"

Before she could refuse, I added, "I smoked today. I’m going to take a shower!" freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Entering the bathroom, I sniffed myself. Luckily, Lucy’s fragrance was subtle, masked by the smell of cigarettes.

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