Free Web NovelChapter 222: Chapter 194: I’ll Trade Gold for Sincerity
"Also, look at the greeting cards. You must clearly explain the information on the back to the clients. Do it personally, for every single one of them."
Lin Chu instructed calmly.
Hearing this...
Xin Fu was taken aback.
’Huh?’
’There’s another surprise?’
He quickly tore open the paper wrapping and took out an open letter from Lin Chu.
The beautifully printed letter included Lin Chu’s personal phone number, his WeChat, and a short message he had written.
On the back was a registration link for an event called the "Old Friends Gold Friendship Tournament."
’Huh?’
He couldn’t help but focus on it.
--The Old Friends Gold Golf Open.
This friendly golf tournament is being held to celebrate the club’s complete renewal.
All past members of the old Celebrities Club and all current members are eligible to participate. The event will follow a standard tournament format.
To make the competition more exciting, the first-place winner will receive Gold worth 30 million, second place will receive Gold worth 20 million, and third place will receive 10 million. Consider these small tokens of our appreciation.
This is a private, internal tournament. Outside participants are not permitted. There will be no live streaming or promotions, nor will we accept commercial advertisements from non-members. This is purely for our own members to enjoy.
’Whoa!’
Reading this, Xin Fu couldn’t help but gasp.
A rough calculation showed that between the golf clubs and the tournament prize money, the hard costs would exceed 200 million.
This was a truly grand gesture.
But with a move like this, the prestige of the LC Club would be undeniably elevated to a whole new level.
He let out a sharp hiss.
He couldn’t help but slam his fist on the table.
’So satisfying!’
’This is the feeling!’
’It’s that feeling of just getting ready to run, only to have someone strap you to a rocket and launch you forward!’
"President Lin, I’m not trying to kiss up to you, but I have to say it—you’re an absolute genius!"
"I have a feeling that once the Old Friends Gold Tournament is over, we’ll have forged a path completely different from Mission Hills!"
Lin Chu gestured with his chin, smiling as he lit a cigarette.
"That’s the plan, then! Meeting adjourned! Let’s get to work!"
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All the vice presidents, along with the employees from three departments, were assigned tasks based on client priority and contact protocols. They flew out like worker bees from a hive.
Lin Chu remained at the center of it all, the figurative beehive. All morning, the rebate notifications on his virtual panel never stopped. There were no huge amounts, but it was a steady, unending trickle.
Meanwhile, his phone and WeChat were constantly buzzing with all sorts of messages.
He had established a direct line of communication with every member, completely independent of the club’s formal hierarchy.
This was a task that should have been accomplished gradually, step-by-step.
But money was the best catalyst.
And this gift was by no means a small one.
Back when the Celebrities club was in charge, the highest-tier annual membership was just over a million, while the lowest tier was only a few tens of thousands.
But giving a Golden Golf Club worth 500,000 to every single client, regardless of their membership tier, wasn’t about the price tag. It represented a profound gesture of goodwill from the club’s new owner.
The club’s main member group chat had completely blown up by now.
The messages tagging @Lin Chu were coming in too fast to read. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
His unread messages quickly hit 999+.
Then, a particularly long message caught Lin Chu’s eye.
The profile picture was for "Sifang Brothers Consignment Shop."
The nickname was the same.
"I’m genuinely moved. I’ve never seen a club owner like this before. To all you big shots and beautiful ladies, I run a secondhand consignment shop, and I just tested the club with my professional equipment. Just like it’s marked, it’s pure 24k gold, 999 grams. It’s even a little soft, so everyone be really careful with it."
"But that’s not the main point. The point is, I made a little money last year, so I bought a 60,000-yuan membership. And now, President Lin has given me a Golden Golf Club that’s worth over 500,000. I’m just floored. My mind is completely numb right now."
"To be honest, when I saw the announcement a couple of days ago that the annual membership price was going up, I was pretty angry. I thought, ’What a greedy bastard. Too greedy. He just took over and he’s already trying to fleece us for all we’re worth.’"
"But now... President Lin, I sincerely apologize. I shouldn’t have thought badly of you. For a club like this, with this kind of atmosphere and this kind of community... if I can’t afford the membership, that’s not your fault. It’s my own."
"Also, about the tournament... I’m a total rookie, but prize money in the tens of millions is seriously tempting. ARGH, I regret it so much! Why didn’t I work harder on my game before?"
"@President Lin, could you add some small gifts to the tournament? Like custom t-shirts or something, just to give us folks who are just there for fun a sense of participation? I’ll even pay for them!"
Reading the message, a smile slowly spread across Lin Chu’s face.
He could feel a certain "momentum" building.
’Can money buy sincerity?’
’Not necessarily.’
’But a lot of the time, genuine gestures require money.’
The message from the "Consignment Shop" guy was long, and many people could feel the sincerity in his words, replying one after another.
The atmosphere in the group chat was absolutely electric.
Lin Chu thought the atmosphere was great, too. A wonderful feeling and a strong sense of satisfaction welled up inside him.
It wasn’t about being some kind of do-gooder.
It was just that, in this day and age, genuine expressions of emotion had become increasingly rare.
Lin Chu made a point to reply to him directly: "The Gold Old Friends Tournament will be an annual event from now on. Friendship is more precious than gold, and this is a price I can afford to pay. Keep up the good work, my friend. Go out there and make your money."
Lin Chu’s words were like a stone tossed into a lake, setting off another thousand ripples.
Another few hundred messages flew by.
Suddenly, someone posted an image.
It was a photo taken in a forest, next to a small stream.
On a rock by the stream sat two empty bottles of Niulanshan Erguotou liquor and an empty instant noodle cup that was now filled to the brim with cigarette butts.
"I’m bankrupt. Heh. Millions in debt, wife left me. I was ready to check out for good. But now, I don’t want to anymore. I’m begging all of you on the course—do not go easy on me. I’m coming for that prize money. But I hope you’ll all respect the game, respect me, and respect President Lin’s good intentions. Even if I don’t win a single thing, I’m not going to think about checking out again. It just means... I have to start over! I’m still young! I’m only forty-eight, dammit! @Thank you, President Lin. Thank you. Here’s a big, stubbly smooch for you."
Lin Chu: ?
Lin Chu stared at the message, completely flabbergasted.
’Holy shit,’ he thought. ’Did I just accidentally save someone’s life?’
Lin Chu quickly replied: "@Uncle Big Beard, come back. Stop acting like an idiot and get your ass back here. If you can make it in time, I’ll buy you a drink tonight."
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