However, although Edward Clark's score was low, Olivia Foster couldn't help but marvel at this guy's luck. Luck may not last a lifetime, but without him, this three-million-yuan deal would absolutely not have gone through!

Thinking of this, Olivia Foster had already made up her mind. She pointed to the sofa and smiled, “Mr. Clark, please have a seat.”

Edward Clark was actually a bit flattered—not because he was interested in beautiful women, but after applying to so many companies, this was the first time a general manager had treated him so politely. Of course, Mr. Brooks had also been polite to him, but that was under his own threats and inducements.

In front of the sofa was a coffee table with a box of Baisha cigarettes on it, and a clean carpet underneath. When Edward Clark stepped onto it, he muttered a prayer to either Jesus or the Virgin Mary—Amitabha, what a sin, what a sin.

“I had some misunderstandings about you before, Mr. Clark.” Olivia Foster coughed, trying to make her apology sound as sincere as possible. “But this city really is a bit crowded, with millions of college graduates pouring in every year.” She saw the look in Edward Clark’s eyes and knew she was like a beauty winking at a blind man—completely wasted effort. If his IQ were tested, it probably wouldn’t even reach eighty.

“When you mentioned the traffic jam earlier, Mr. Clark, I thought it was just an excuse. I really hate it when people make excuses.” Olivia Foster finally decided to get straight to the point. “I lost my temper for a moment, but now that I’ve calmed down and thought it over, I still believe that someone like you, Mr. Clark, is unlikely to lie.”

In her heart, she was actually sighing—lying takes a bit of brains, and even if Edward Clark tried to lie, he’d probably be half a beat slower than everyone else.

Edward Clark more or less understood what the beauty meant. “Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Foster.”

“Since there’s no more misunderstanding between us, I sincerely hope you can stay, Mr. Clark.” Olivia Foster could swear to God that this was absolutely her true intention. If Edward Clark left, she was really worried that David Bolton would take back the three million. Even though there was no contract, everyone knew that David Bolton’s word was worth a hundred times more than any contract. “What do you think, Mr. Clark?”

“I have no objections,” Edward Clark said without hesitation.

“In view of your abilities, Mr. Clark…” Olivia Foster blushed a little as she said this, because it went against her usual honesty. “I’d like to hire you as the Deputy Sales Director of Pioneer Electronics Co., Ltd. What do you think, Mr. Clark?”

Of course, she wasn’t going to let Edward Clark be just a salesman. Letting someone who knows David Bolton be a regular salesman would be a huge joke.

“Deputy Sales Director?” Edward Clark frowned. “Is there a lot to manage?”

“Of course, quite a lot.” Olivia Foster thought he was dissatisfied with the position. “The Director position is already taken, but if you have the ability, Mr. Clark, I think the Director’s seat isn’t set in stone. The main thing is to see your performance. After three months, we can decide again. Do you think that’s workable?”

Edward Clark said something that almost made Olivia Foster faint from anger. “Then I’d rather apply for the salesman position. Too many responsibilities—I’m not used to it.”

“All right, I respect your decision, Mr. Clark.” Olivia Foster silently repeated to herself: Stay calm, stay calm, control your temper, be patient. But her hand still trembled a little as she picked up the contract. “Then please fill out this form, Mr. Clark.”

While Edward Clark was filling out the form, Olivia Foster explained, “According to our company’s policy, the base salary for a probationary salesman is five hundred, plus commission. Our commission is three percent of total sales. Only after you’ve completed orders totaling over fifty thousand can you become a formal employee, with a base salary of one thousand and a higher commission. For orders under fifty thousand, it’s still three percent; under five hundred thousand, it goes up to five percent; between five hundred thousand and one million, it’s eight percent. If you do over one million, there are extra bonuses.” Olivia Foster hesitated for a moment. “Before tax, it can go up to twelve percent.”

“Oh?” Edward Clark didn’t even look up, just kept filling out the form.

“But except for the base salary, which is paid that month, commissions are only settled after all payments have been received in the company’s account.” Olivia Foster glanced at the check. “So, for this deal you just made, Mr. Clark, you can get…” She deliberately drew out the words, hoping Edward Clark would look up in delight and do the math.

Sure enough, Edward Clark looked up, but with a frown. “So I can get twelve thousand in total?”

Olivia Foster could barely suppress the urge to strangle him. She stared at Edward Clark for a long moment, then said expressionlessly, “You can get a total of three hundred and sixty thousand. Congratulations, Mr. Clark, you’ve struck your first pot of gold!”

Section 10: Genius or Fool

Even if she could find just a hint of joy on Edward Clark’s face, Olivia Foster would have thought he was at least human, with some emotions. But to her disappointment, Edward Clark just let out an “ah,” handed over the form, as if three hundred and sixty thousand was no different to him than thirty-six cents.

I’ve met a real master, Olivia Foster thought wryly. After living for over twenty years, she’d finally seen someone who treated money like dirt—though this master, no matter how you looked at him, seemed like he’d grown up eating dirt.

She reached out and took the contract, giving it a quick glance. Thankfully, the man who eats cow dung wrote in Chinese. “Mr. Clark, then it’s settled. You can officially start work tomorrow. Do you have any questions?”