Transmigrating As a Poor Fake Heiress with Trillions in Family Asset - Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Launching the Home Appliance Channel

An Siyuan assumed that since Sang Jing hadn’t rejected her request outright, she had agreed to help the An family navigate their crisis, just as she had helped the Wen family before.

However, the reality was far from her expectations.

To negotiate with the Business Department—how was that any different from a regular company pitching a partnership to Jing-Selection?

But An Siyuan soon realized that Sang Jing wasn’t teasing her. Sang Jing genuinely believed that if the An family wanted to collaborate with Jing-Selection, they had to go through the proper professional channels.

At this point, Sang Jing felt there was nothing left to say. An Siyuan’s future depended entirely on which path she chose at this crossroads of her life.

“I have a meeting now,” Sang Jing said. “If you intend to talk to the Business Department, I suggest you come fully prepared. Going in empty-handed won’t yield any results.”

Watching Sang Jing’s departing figure, An Siyuan had a moment of clarity. Perhaps this was the confidence and capability that she couldn’t cultivate overnight.

She had learned the social etiquette of the elite and how to speak so no one would guess she grew up in the slums. But she could never, in a few short months, become like Sang Jing—someone who could live comfortably in any environment, on her own terms.

When she first moved to the An family, she was dazzled by the wealth and lived a life of luxury. Returning to the Sang family, faced with poverty, Sang Jing hadn’t despaired; instead, she rose up and built Jing-Selection.

The swap in their identities had left An Siyuan feeling restless for a long time. Moving from poverty to such wealth had left her deeply insecure; she felt her past made her unworthy of her current family, leading her to live a humble, almost subservient life at home. She did whatever Mrs. An told her to do, never talking back.

But is this the life I really want? Does being rich mean I have to keep living so submissively?

An Siyuan sat in Sang Jing’s office for half an hour before finally leaving.

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Professional Growth

Over the following days, Sang Jing kept hearing updates about An Siyuan from Zuo Wei.

“I heard An Siyuan officially broke off her engagement with Yan Ye and has joined the An Group.”

“President Sang, latest news! An Siyuan has made several big moves at the company. People are saying her current contributions to the An Group are even greater than yours were back then.”

Sang Jing tapped a file against Zuo Wei’s head. “I think you aren’t busy enough if you have so much time to dig up this gossip.”

Zuo Wei stuck out her tongue, feeling relieved. If President Sang considered it “gossip,” it meant An Siyuan’s actions weren’t affecting her. That was good—she didn’t like the An family pestering her boss anyway.

Recently, the Jing-Selection Fruit Channel was officially launched. Many farmers were trying to pass off inferior goods as premium, and others were struggling with the technical side of running their own shops. The entire company was occupied with stabilizing the new channel. Sang Jing had no interest in the An family’s drama.

However, much to Sang Jing’s surprise, An Siyuan actually put in the work and reached a preliminary agreement with Zhang Ling from the Business Department.

Zhang Ling brought the proposal to Sang Jing, looking excited. “President Sang, I think we should expand into a Home Appliance Channel. We can let users buy all sorts of appliances online.”

She handed over the proposal. “Based on my research, the appliance market in remote or less developed cities isn’t saturated. Specifically, new or specialized appliances—like dishwashers, window-cleaning robots, and sweeping robots—don’t have physical stores in many of these cities.”

Setting up offline retail required huge investments in shipping and showroom samples. “But online shopping is different!” Zhang Ling’s eyes sparkled. “We can display products through videos and photos without needing physical inventory. Our reach covers the whole country. Since the ‘Aid the Farmers’ event, our user base has expanded into lower-tier markets. That’s our advantage over physical stores!”

Sang Jing was impressed. She hadn’t even suggested this direction yet, and Zhang Ling had already prepared a comprehensive plan. “This is a great idea. If this succeeds, you’ll get the top credit.”

Zhang Ling, though ten years Sang Jing’s senior, blushed at the praise. “I’m just following your example, President Sang!”

For the employees who had been with her from the start, their admiration for Sang Jing was profound. Zhang Ling felt her professional skills had leveled up several times over since joining, and every task felt meaningful. She used to dread high school reunions, feeling inferior to her peers. Now, she couldn’t wait for the Lunar New Year to proudly tell everyone she was an executive at Jing-Selection.

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Managing the “Mad Dog”

Sang Jing approved the direction but added a correction. “Appliances are a great move, but we shouldn’t do direct sales like we did for the launch week or the farm event.”

She handed the plan back. “Coordinate with Gong Fang on the specifics. We should open the platform to all national brands. We provide the platform and promotion, and we take a commission based on sales. Let’s make it a major event. With the New Year a few months away, many migrant workers returning home or ordinary families will want to add new appliances to their houses.”

After Zhang Ling left, Sang Jing checked her phone and saw several messages from the “Mad Dog” male lead, Kou Yan.

Kou Yan: You’re collaborating with the An family? Kou Yan: I put their company in crisis, and you go to save them? Kou Yan: Weren’t they the ones who offended me because of you in the first place?

Sang Jing thought Kou Yan was acting exactly like a typical novel’s second male lead—possessive and questioning. She recalled lines from the original book: “You saved me, so you should be responsible for my life” or “I attacked them for you; if you beg me, I’ll let them go.”

Thinking of this gave her goosebumps. Isn’t he supposed to be in treatment? Is the Husky not working?

She typed back tentatively: How is the little Husky puppy? She was honestly a bit worried he might have taken his anger out on the dog.

Kou Yan sent a photo. The puppy had grown quite a bit and was currently in Kou Yan’s office, manically digging into a designer leather sofa. A hole had already been shredded into the expensive material.

Sang Jing sighed. A mad dog raising a mad dog.

Sang Jing: You’re just letting it destroy the sofa? Kou Yan: I made the first cut myself.

Sang Jing wanted to send a thumbs-up emoji but feared it might trigger the patient. Knowing his mood was unstable, and appreciating his contribution to diverting the plot (and the fact that his actions pushed An Siyuan to actually work), she decided to give him a small gift.

Kou Yan had previously suggested adding pet supplies to the app. Since they had picked the dog together, she decided to buy the puppy some toys and clothes.

Kou Yan, still feeling irritable even after his medication, received a notification: a screenshot of a completed order from Sang Jing.

He clicked it, and the manic energy in his eyes slowly dissipated. A faint, genuine smile touched his lips. Sang Jing remembered his suggestion about pet supplies. She had personally bought toys and clothes for the “baby.”

She must have sensed my bad mood and did this to cheer me up, he thought.

Kou Yan reached a quiet conclusion: Sang Jing worked better than the medicine.