The System Arrived Two Years Early, and I Became a God!

"See, that's the difference between having connections and not. Who cares if your numbers are poor? You still get the top sales award and the bonus."
"The one up there getting the prize for top sales only closed seven deals all year, with a total profit of less than one and a half million. But her brother-in-law is the general manager, so what can you do?"
"Now look at young Shen. He closed three deals in one afternoon, netting at least five million in profits. He drank himself into the hospital, lay there for four hours, and still had to come back and throw a celebration—for someone else."
"Sometimes, the gap between people is greater than the gap between a person and a dog."
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In the audience, a few prematurely balding sales elites watched Shen He—who sat among their ranks with a full head of hair and a sullen expression—with barely concealed schadenfreude.
On stage, Wang Long, a hefty man with a bulging belly, cradled the trophy in his hands, grinning broadly as his colleagues applauded and praised him.
Suddenly, his gaze locked onto Shen He in the crowd, and his smile vanished. He pointed at Shen He and barked, "Why aren't you clapping?"
The room went silent as all eyes turned to Shen He.
Shen He looked up at Wang Long on the stage, pointed at himself, and asked, "Are you talking to me?"
Wang Long scowled. "Obviously. The whole company is clapping—why aren't you?"
Shen He let out a bitter laugh, pointing at himself again, then at