Who Was Being Excessive?

The accountant glanced at Wen Wan and smiled at the others. "Xiao Wan probably misspoke at the time. It'll be fine once the misunderstanding is cleared up. It's one percent of the net profit, not one-thousandth. After the Canton Fair, come to me to collect your wages!"

The factory director had been wondering why the several of them weren't showing much enthusiasm for their work.

Just look at Comrade Jiang Xia, who was also earning commissions. How enthusiastic she was!

Even when dealing with a small customer whose transaction amounted to only a few thousand yuan, she was just as warm and attentive as she was with a major customer whose transaction amounted to over ten million.

Whenever a customer left the exhibition booth, she personally escorted them several meters away, regardless of whether they had placed an order. Whenever a passing guest came over to ask where the restroom was, she personally led them there if they were a little older.

As a result, one older foreign merchant returned after using the restroom and placed orders worth more than five million in one go.

Factory Director Qiu, Factory Director He, and the other factory directors had told them all this. Every day at the summary meeting, they would heap praise upon praise on Comrade Jiang Xia.

Those several people really weren't as enthusiastic as Comrade Jiang Xia.

The several classmates hurriedly said after hearing this, "All right. I'll come to you personally to collect my wages then. I absolutely won't have anyone else collect them for me."

"Director, I'll come personally too. I won't have anyone else collect them for me."

"Director, me too, me too. I'll collect mine myself."

Although Wen Wan said this, not a single person believed her.

Was one percent really that easy to