Transmigrating As a Poor Fake Heiress with Trillions in Family Asset - Chapter 5

Chapter 5

As soon as the Sang family left, they moved into their newly rented apartment. It was a turn-key luxury unit, and all the clothes from their massive shopping spree the day before had already been delivered.

“The permanent company office is in a nearby office building; it’s quite close, so commuting will be easy in the future,” Hao Xue said, drawing back the curtains and smiling at her husband and daughter. “However, the temporary office we’re using for now is still a bit of a drive.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Sang Wei replied.

Sang Jing sat on the sofa, scrolling through news on her phone while listening to her parents’ domestic chatter. In her mind, she was already planning the app’s launch event, considering which brands to invite to anchor the platform’s debut.

Suddenly, a headline caught her eye: An Siyuan had encountered a hit-and-run accident on her way home and, alongside her driver, had saved a critically injured man.

No wonder the Deviation Value hasn’t budged, Sang Jing thought. Even though she had decisively left the An family to start a new life, the core plot points of the novel were still playing out. Her choices had affected her own life, but they hadn’t yet derailed the female lead’s destiny—specifically, her fated meeting with this man.

In the original book, not long after the story began, the female lead saves the story’s greatest antagonist: the man injured in this crash, Kou Yan. He would go on to be a secondary male lead, obsessed with Siyuan to the point of madness. Kou Yan was ruthless and cold, yet he reserved every ounce of his tenderness for Siyuan, willing to hand her the world if she asked for it.

Sang Jing put down her phone. Let the leads and their obsessed suitors have their melodrama; she only needed to focus on her business. The deviation might be stagnant now, but once her empire rose, the world would have to change.

…

Meanwhile, at the An villa, the atmosphere was triumphant.

Kou Yan was the current head of the Kou family, a dynasty that owned hundreds of shopping malls across the country and held significant stakes in various industries. If the An family could secure even one or two joint projects with him, their annual revenue would skyrocket.

Mrs. An was elated. “It’s a good thing we brought our daughter back. This kind of selfless act would never have happened with Sang Jing. The Kou family owes us a massive debt of gratitude now; the partnership opportunities will be endless.”

Mr. An was equally satisfied. “She truly is our flesh and blood. To remain so pure and kind despite growing up in such a harsh environment… She is remarkable.”

After the Kou family settled matters at the hospital, they sent a car to escort An Siyuan home. Once there, after discussing the rescue, Siyuan subtly brought up Sang Jing.

“Sister must have found a way to make money on her own,” Siyuan mused. “Otherwise, how could she afford to pay the back rent and move Uncle and Auntie out?”

Mrs. An scoffed. “Make money? She’s world-class at spending it, but earning? She worked at our company for three years and couldn’t even manage a simple project. She just idled her days away.”

Mr. An nodded. “It’s true. Sang Jing simply has no talent for business or management.”

“She’s likely just trying to save face,” Mrs. An added. “Having been raised in our house, she couldn’t stand the thought of staying in the slums. She probably squeezed every last drop of her savings just to move them out so she wouldn’t look pathetic in front of the neighbors.”

Siyuan considered this. It made sense. The truth about the swap was a recent discovery; Sang Jing couldn’t have suddenly transformed from a corporate failure into a financial genius overnight. Still, she wondered where that specific sum of money had come from. Without a stable job, how would the three of them survive long-term?

…

Sang Jing’s life, however, was better than ever. Her monthly allowance was set at 500,000 RMB—and that was just for “pocket money.” Cars, housing, and business expenses were handled separately. But she wasn’t living a life of luxury; she was consumed by work.

She arrived at the temporary office for a monumental day: the first day of reporting for the new company’s staff.

When Sang Wei had first approached the headhunters, they had been skeptical. “Mr. Sang, your requirements are exceptionally high. Talents of this caliber are guarded fiercely by their current firms. It will be difficult to lure them away.”

Sang Wei knew that. But he wasn’t the struggling entrepreneur he had been in his past life. He simply handed the headhunter a sheet detailing the salary and benefits package.

The headhunter’s eyes turned red with envy. He almost asked if he could apply for the HR Manager position himself. With “Money Power,” the core team was assembled in record time.

In the breakroom, several high-level recruits—”Old Zhang” and others—were whispering.

“Old Zhang? You’re here too? I thought you were up for a promotion at your old place.”

“Don’t get me started,” Old Zhang sighed. “A new director was parachuted in over me. We didn’t see eye-to-eye. I figured I’d take a gamble here. Besides…” he lowered his voice, “…they offered to pre-pay the first month’s salary.”

In the tech world, a startup with no background was a risk. But the Sang family had signed the contracts and immediately transferred the first month’s pay to everyone. They even promised performance bonuses that could potentially double their salaries.

The meeting began. Sang Wei stood at the head of the room, projecting an aura of absolute authority.

“My wife, Hao Xue, will oversee After-Sales and Customer Service. My daughter, Sang Jing, will be in charge of Operations, Procurement, and Design. I will personally coordinate Technology, Logistics, and Payments.”

Sang Wei had taken the hardest path. In this novel world, mobile payments and national logistics were primitive. People still preferred swiping physical cards in malls to show off. Sang Wei would have to negotiate with the central bank and government officials to build a payment platform and a nationwide delivery network from scratch.

“Since our first online shopping festival won’t be massive in scale, the initial technical demands on the app aren’t astronomical,” Sang Wei said, looking at Old Zhang. “Director Zhang, I’m leaving the technical execution to you. I hope everyone works hard. We are going to write our names into the history of e-commerce.”

Old Zhang, who had just been saying he was “forced” to join, suddenly felt a surge of passion he hadn’t felt since his twenties.