Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss
Chapter 1468 - 1440: A Great Teacher Produces Outstanding Students (Second Update)

Chapter 1468: Chapter 1440: A Great Teacher Produces Outstanding Students (Second Update)

Kwinnian Health Products Company recruits new staff every week, luring a wave of people in with the promise of high salaries, then formally puts them to work after a week of training.

The recruitment manager, a man of about 40, looked quite professional in his immaculate suit. Anyone with a slight eye for quality could tell at a glance that the fabric of the suit was shoddy and that his leather shoes wouldn’t cost more than 50. Right now, he was sizing up the bespectacled woman in front of him.

"So you want to apply for our lecturer position? We have very strict requirements for our lecturers."

Kiara pushed her glasses up. To appear more professional, she had switched to a pair of black-framed glasses today, and wore a women’s blazer she bought from the night market. The inferior fabric actually matched the setting quite well.

The other clothes in her closet were too well-known brands, and if she encountered anyone who recognized them, her ruse would be exposed.

"I’ve previously worked at an insurance company."

The words ’insurance company’ slightly relaxed the man’s furrowed brow, but he still asked with a measure of mistrust.

"Then why did you stop?"

"The lecturers at the insurance company needed to travel to various places. My father fell ill and it wasn’t convenient to leave, so I’m looking for a local job."

"True gold always shines," the man said.

"No, gold itself doesn’t shine. It only sparkles when placed where there is light. I hope your company can be my source of light, sending me soaring to new heights with the help of a good wind," replied Kiara.

"Miss Taylor, when can you start working for us? We have a three-month probation period, and during that period the basic salary is 400—but there are commissions. If you teach well, earning thousands or even tens of thousands is not a problem!" Jacob Zin was utterly pleased with his own flattery, feeling that this girl was indeed a great talent.

"I’m available any time," Kiara replied with a small push of her glasses and a slight smile.

Approaching Arlong was even simpler. Kiara had sketched a profile for him of a security guard who started working straight after middle school. As long as he displayed dissatisfaction with his current situation and a strong desire to rise above, an internship as a manager at a shell company would materialize out of thin air for him, with a base salary of 300 plus commission. But there was an additional constraint compared to the lecturer position Kiara applied for: if he failed to complete his tasks, they’d dock his base pay.

The day before, the siblings had been locked in a small dark room, listening to a senior employee’s spittle-inflected claims of how great the product was—number one in Asia, number one worldwide, number one in the universe—all kinds of number ones. As for why such an outstanding company’s office was located in an urban village, without even a proper office building to its name, they were told it was convenient for spreading the "good news."

The "good news"—Kiara almost lost her composure hearing those words.

These people were bold enough to use a term exclusive to God; she wondered how they weren’t afraid of divine retribution.

Anyway, the first day was spent being brainwashed. Arlong stayed put at their place that night for another round of indoctrination, while Kiara, due to her character having a seriously ill father, was given special leave to go home and come back the next morning.

After she left, the manager spoke with the senior employee who had been brainwashing Kiara, focusing the discussion on her potential. The indoctrinator said she had been listening intently from beginning to end, although he couldn’t tell much else. The manager, however, was quite confident about Kiara.

"Those who’ve worked in insurance can never go too wrong."

The next day, Kiara returned, and this time she surprised the manager there. After the senior employee finished praising the history of the number one brand in the universe and was about to focus on consumer psychology—commonly known as the art of persuasion—Kiara stood up.

"Why don’t I give it a try?"

What?! An attacking intern? It was the first time the lecturing senior had encountered such a situation.

"Are you sure you can do this?"

"I studied marketing during my master’s degree, and last night I familiarized myself with the products at home. I can do this. The lecturing approach used at my former workplace is the most advanced in the world, perfectly aligning with consumer psychology. It can be applied effectively in any sales domain."

"Then you give it a try," said the senior lecturer when she heard Kiara mention that the graduate students were a bit reluctant; she looked down on those bookish types.

Arlong, as an intern, watched with a few other newcomers as Kiara took the stage, and Arlong thought to himself that his big sister was indeed worthy of admiration. If she went out to peddle insurance now, surely everyone would believe her.

"Before we officially start the lecture, I’d like to ask everyone a few questions. Have you heard of so-and-so, and so-and-so, and so-and-so?" Kiara named a few celebrities and entrepreneurs who had passed away, including singers and businesspeople. Some in the audience said they knew who they were. Kiara followed up with, "Do you know what took their lives? Yes, it was tumors!"

Bing, bang, bong, she recited the various dangers of tumors. If this was paired with a slideshow, it could surely scare a bunch of old ladies. This was the first step in brainwashing—grabbing hold of the inner fears of people. Then Kiara began to talk about the trouble that getting sick would cause a child, how much money it would cost a family, and so on, further playing the emotional card to elicit empathy while continuing to instill fear. Arlong saw from the corner of his eye that all those who had come with him were listening intently; it was clear they were being taken in.

If Arlong didn’t know this was his own sister, he would have been convinced too.

Then the narrative shifted. "Let me ask you all, is 88 yuan expensive or not? You, yes you, what do you say, is it expensive or not?"

Kiara pointed at Arling, and Arlong, with a bewildered expression, said, "Expensive! I only make a few hundred a month as a security guard."

"Right, it’s not cheap. But here I have a set of figures for you to see. This is the cost of cancer treatment at a hospital... Tens of thousands, is that expensive?"

"Expensive!" Who doesn’t know that medical treatment is costly these days?

"So if you could exchange 88 for tens of thousands, would you still think 88 is expensive? Our product is a blessing for all of humankind; it cures diseases, strengthens health, can address tumors, and even treats athlete’s foot. For a protection plan that costs just 88 yuan, do you want it?"

"We do!"

"Is it good to buy a blessing for the whole family for 88 yuan?"

"Good!"

"So, do you want it?"

"We do!"

The concept substitution was a success, and Kiara showed her skill. The senior who had doubted her now looked on with admiration. Wow, she really knows how to deliver a lecture.

After Kiara had finished her spiel, the senior asked her, "Who did you learn your lecturing skills from?"

She was so impressive, even their own people were brainwashed, not to mention the old men and old ladies.

"I previously followed a stubborn old lady who was excellent in business but too upright, so she didn’t make much money. Later, I learned from a slick old pro."

"Ah, then this slick old pro must have very good performance." The senior thought that a great teacher produces a great student.

"Mhm, pretty decent." It was just world-class... that’s all.

At home, playing with Wendy, the slick old pro sneezed. Rubbing his nose, Wendy patted his cheek, and Yuzo Joel continued to hold the picture and explain to her.

"Next, Grandpa Griffin will tell you about this Sigmund Freud guy, alright? This dude had a beef with Fellin Rock, who I just told you about, and their views clashed like your mom and your Fox Cat uncle, they just couldn’t pee in the same pot. This Freud fellow had a significant impact on our industry, but he wasn’t great at expressing himself, eh? The stuff he wrote, what kind of chicken scratch was that? But he was cunning, using humor to cover up his literary shortcomings and bamboozled generation after generation of colleagues. Everyone was brainwashed and quite happily so. This story teaches us that you have to start big, make people think it’s all profound and mysterious. It doesn’t matter if you can’t sustain it—knowing how to blow smoke is enough... Your mom has already mastered this craft; you need to work hard too!"

Mario Yuno got off work just in time to catch this part, and the corner of his mouth twitched.