Chapter Twenty-Two: The Perfect Leadership

Dou Peng was not unmoved.

No young man ever escaped having a hero’s dream. When he first studied journalism, he too harbored ideals about the Fourth Estate’s role in oversight and vigilance.

But when he thought about how troublesome it all was, he quickly grew lazy. “I’m not a professional videographer. I don’t have time to figure out what content to make every day.”

“You don’t need to be a pro. Just keep working as a delivery guy. The company will provide you with a GoPro camera. All you have to do is turn it on while you’re out delivering.”

“Any day, if you come across any hot event—whether it’s a fire, a fight, someone about to jump into the river, or any little incident—capture the footage, clip it, and post it. You could earn unimaginable income.”

Dou Peng rolled his eyes and sneered.

How much gold could one really find in the sand? Lin Ke challenged people every day and still barely earned enough for rent.

But Wang Tianxia had already pulled out his phone. “These 51 videos you uploaded as a delivery guy have been shared around, racking up nearly 10 million views. Do you know what kind of scale 10 million is on PoJian?”

“If you signed an exclusive contract with PoJian and activated creator protection, every person who shares your videos would have to give you a cut from the traffic they generate. Your income could easily reach five figures.”

When people see gold, they are like hunters spotting prey—there’s no one without greed.

Wang Tianxia didn’t need to explain account weight, brand placement, traffic pools, or commercial valuation. He knew just ten thousand yuan could make anyone bow their head.

Just then, the tomahawk steak was served. The waiter lifted the lid, releasing a wave of fragrant steam that momentarily blurred Dou Peng’s vision, making it hard to focus on the statistical figures on Wang Tianxia’s screen.

“You’re not going to tell me next that I can buy your GoPro for just two thousand yuan, are you?”

“Ha!” Wang Tianxia laughed heartily. “I love the humor of young people like you. PoJian needs fresh blood like you to stay at the forefront of the internet.”

He pulled out a simple contract and a pen from his pocket, placed the uncapped pen upside down before Dou Peng, and continued, “Don’t worry! We’ll ship the full set of equipment free to any address you can receive deliveries at.”

“All we need is an exclusive content publishing copyright agreement—your videos will only be posted on the PoJian platform. The company won’t ask anything else of you. As for how much you make, that depends entirely on your video traffic. I guarantee you won’t lose out.”

Dou Peng was full.

He couldn’t imagine what this scammer could possibly trick him into.

Several thousand yuan for lunch, several thousand yuan for recording gear, and he even heard they would send him a computer to make editing easier.

All he had to do was sign his name.

Even if this wasn’t a scam, no big company could afford such extravagance, right?

Was being a streamer really this easy? Had he been fooled all this time?

If something’s free, why refuse it? There were no KPIs, and even if they blamed him for poor performance someday, there was no salary to dock.

Forget it, he might as well be on board the pirate ship!

Opening the WeChat group, Dou Peng couldn’t help but message his delivery guy brothers who had always helped him strategize: “Brothers, something’s off about this scammer. It really looks like he’s going to pay.”

Before coming here, a few close buddies had spent hours debating in a small chat group, throwing out warnings to try to protect Dou Peng from getting scammed. Dou Peng himself had come with the courage and mindset of “leading others to wealth after I succeed” to this meeting.

Yet even he did not expect that someone as cautious and law-savvy as himself would sign a contract on the very first meeting.

Oh no, a contract—or rather, an agreement.

Soon, Dou Peng’s account bore the “Exclusive” label, along with a special “Delivery Guy” certification. Once the thousands-yuan worth of free equipment arrived, a swarm of delivery guys in the group all downloaded the PoJian app, eager to grab their share.

“Director Wang, the number of certified delivery guys has surpassed 300, with an average of 500 short videos uploaded daily.”

Michael stood in the CEO’s office, presenting the latest report. “This is a new contract template for the delivery guy track drafted by the brokerage department. Please review it.”

“There’s no need to be so strict. If someone wants to sign exclusively, as long as their activity picks up, just sign them. It’s only a GoPro set—no big expense.”

Michael, the brokerage director, had done thorough market research and never made decisions lightly.

“Director Wang, because our certification only requires a screenshot of the delivery platform’s verification, and the delivery platforms impose almost no barriers to registration, many of our streamer accounts are newly registered delivery accounts, not genuine professional delivery workers.”

Wang Tianxia found Michael’s slow grasp amusing. “It doesn’t matter, Michael. Do we really need delivery guys? If they borrow this identity, we just borrow it too. If someone only makes two deliveries a day, specializing in running videos for us, all the better!”

“But that would increase our costs…”

“Great achievers don’t fret over trifles! I saw you were quite willing to spend my money when signing people. Don’t worry, PoJian has never lost money on your brokerage department. Sign boldly—I’ll back you up.”

Wang Tianxia’s reputation was impeccable.

He was wholly devoted to the company and never harsh with his employees. He supported every creative idea from the content department, approved every tactic from operations, and never flinched at the brokerage department’s expenses.

Michael nodded confidently. “Understood, Director Wang. Don’t worry, the Yellow Lantern platform won’t poach a single one of ours.”

Leaving the office, Michael still admired his boss’s boldness. Every platform was paying for user acquisition, but who could match Director Wang’s willingness to spend thousands of yuan on a single person without hesitation?

If it succeeded, it counted as the brokerage department’s achievement. If it failed, the boss would cover the loss.

Who wouldn’t want to work for someone like that?

PoJian’s current success owed much to Director Wang’s leadership. His rise was thanks to following the right leader.

At Yellow Lantern, most agents—except for a few top ones—were overwhelmed and failed to meet targets, relying on tricking new young streamers into signing contracts to keep the MCN running.

When these girls failed to meet targets, they couldn’t pay penalty fees and were often privately sent to meet “big brothers.” Some were even blatantly brought to drinking parties, all under the guise of the company “paving the way” for them. What kind of way? An improper one.

PoJian never engaged in such unscrupulous practices.

As employees of PoJian, they didn’t need those crooked tricks. They just had to wholeheartedly make their company better, and naturally, they would thrive.

That was PoJian.

They hungered only for traffic and would stop at nothing for it.

Ah—let him ponder which brands fit the delivery guy audience... This track is sure to flourish next year. Could the partner brands already be prearranged?

Let’s push harder! Sign ten more contracts before the end of the month!