Still, Theron was a professional, and the wheels in his mind turned quickly enough.
He hastily said, “We're men, after all. Being busy at work is a sign of maturity, but truly capable managers always delegate their matters to their subordinates. Don't worry. As soon as you graduate from the course, I'll assign two assistants to you. You can get them to deal with these trivial matters while you do the bare minimum to get your one and a half million.”
Theron thought that he was already going along with Donald's words, but to his surprise, the latter said, “That doesn't sound right. If I'm not going to do anything, then why do you need me to undergo any training?”
F*ck! You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?
Theron was on the verge of strangling Donald there and then, but the thought of the seven-figure sum in the other man's account made him force himself to calm down.
“It's all about decision-making,” he forced out through gritted teeth. “You let your subordinates deal with the manual labor. What you need to do is make the decisions, that's all.”
“Oh,” Donald muttered in response before finally ceasing his questions on that aspect.
At that, Theron let out a sigh of relief. For the first time in his life, he was finding much difficulty dealing with Donald, a person with little intelligence.
Once Donald and the rest were led to the inside of the warehouse, Leonard and the others were astonished by the sight that greeted them.
Looking into the warehouse, they saw rows and rows of goods.
Leonard did a quick mental calculation and figured that there were over a hundred crates in each row.
If what was in those crates were Schlaufen's products, then the business was undoubtedly large in scale.
No wonder those people were waiting on Theron to try to score a business deal with him. Tens of billions would be a normal sum with this scale of shipments.
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