John stared at the messages, disbelief and curiosity battling within him. What could this mean? He had never heard of such a system before. His thoughts were interrupted as the door chime rang, signaling his first customer.
The man who entered was middle-aged, with a sturdy build and a kind face marked by years of hard work. He glanced around the store, taking in the sparse inventory, before approaching John at the counter.
"Good afternoon," the man said, his voice gruff but friendly as kept scanning the shelves. "Do you have any gaskets and hangers? I need ten units."
John quickly checked his inventory. "I'm afraid I only have five units of gaskets at $28 each. Would you find them helpful as we wait for the upcoming new stock?"
The man nodded. "I'll take those five then. Can I pay by mobile transaction?"
"Sure, that works," John replied, pulling out his Samsung phone. The man took out his own device, and after a few taps, John received a notification of a $140 deposit into his Family Plus bank account.
"Thank you," John said, handing over the gaskets to the old man.
"Thank you. I'll check back soon for the rest," the man replied, giving a nod before heading out. The old man who had been kind took a walk down the street as John kept an eye on him until he disappeared.
As the day progressed, more customers trickled in, each looking for different parts that John didn't have in stock. Some of them grumbled and left shouting that an empty store should be closed and not to confuse customers.
While others seemed understanding when John assured them that new stock would be arriving soon. They were really optimistic and encouraged that they were eager to shop from John's store rather than bypassing his store.
One by one, they came: a woman needing spark plugs, a young mechanic looking for brake pads, and an elderly man searching for a specific type of oil filter. Each time, John could only promise that his inventory would soon expand. John knew that indeed he had to maximize the business.
Despite the setbacks, John's optimism grew. He knew that with the system's rebates, restocking his store wouldn't be an issue. He just needed to draft a solid business plan that would propel and mount on him the business idea.
As evening approached and John prepared to close the store, his stomach growled, reminding him that he needed to find food and some basic house appliances. Just as he was about to lock the door, the robotic voice of the system interrupted his thoughts.
[The Host has to plan for the business. Every investment has to mirror the future.]
John paused, listening intently. Actually, this was in his mind the entire day.
[The system has detected some importance in hiring a guide to assist the Host in drawing the plan and for future endeavors.]
John remained calm, scanning around the empty store. "A guide again? Is this a form of colonization so that I can work for someone?" His contemporary words hung heavily in the air.
John kept a moment of silence and his mind in deep thoughts. He couldn't imagine the fact of the system hiring a guide to help him in drafting a business plan. " Is this a form of partnership?" John totally couldn't understand and a lot of rhetorical questions raced in him.
[Don't worry! It seems the Host is not aware of how the system functions and its intentions in his life. The system is here to help the Host become a multi-trillionaire and the wealthiest person in the entire world.]
[The system has found your guide. Her name is "Angel Resh." She will communicate with you to guide you in drawing the business plan and allocation. Once you're okay with it, the rest will be UpTo you. Incase in future you may be in need of the guide just as the system and all shall be arranged for you.]
John sighed, the weight of the day's events pressing on him. He sat down behind the counter, lost in thought. Memories of his time at Rohit's mansion flitted through his mind. He remembered the disdainful looks, the harsh words, and the feeling of being an outsider in a world of opulence.
"I can't believe I'm turning into a multi-trillionaire in the entire world. In fact, before the Rohit family and the entire Francisco's family at large. Who would be the boss! Me? Ahh...!" Finally, John sighed with an overwhelming smile.
The robotic voice of the system interrupted his thoughts again.
[Let's sit down and discuss your goals,] Angel Resh's voice said through the system. [First, we need to assess what you have and what you need. Let's break it down.]
John felt a bit odd conversing with a voice, but he decided to go along. "I want to turn this into a successful business," John said. "But I need a clear plan and proper investment."
[That's a good start. You need a reliable supplier for automotive parts. We'll allocate a budget for inventory, marketing, and operational costs. This initial phase is crucial.]
John nodded, absorbing the information. "I've got $45,000 in my bank account . How should we divide it?"
[Let's allocate $30,000 for inventory. This will allow you to stock a wide range of parts and cater to your customers' needs.]
John jotted down the figure. "And the rest?"
[We'll use $10,000 for marketing and advertising. You need to let people know you're here and what you offer. The remaining $5,000 can be used for your operational expenses, such as rent, utilities, and any unforeseen costs.]
John felt a sense of clarity as they broke down the numbers. "What about long-term plans?"
[We need to think about expansion. Once your business starts turning a profit, we'll reinvest it into growing the store. Perhaps you could even open additional locations or branch out into related services, like repairs or customizations.]
As they discussed, John couldn't help but feel a growing sense of excitement. This wasn't just a plan; it was a roadmap to success.
Hours passed as they fine-tuned the details. By the time they finished, John felt more confident and prepared than he had in years.
Passersby began to take notice of the store's renewed activity. Neighbors who had known George for years stopped by, curious about the changes.
"Is George back in action?" one elderly woman asked, peering into the store.
"No, it's a new owner," another man replied, watching John arrange some tools on the shelves.
John greeted them warmly. "Hello, I'm John. I'm the new owner. George had to sell the store due to some personal matters. But don't worry, I'll be restocking soon."
The elderly woman nodded approvingly. "It's good to see someone young taking over. This place has a lot of potential."
Another man, younger and dressed in a mechanic's overalls, stepped inside. "Hey there, name's Mike. I run a repair shop down the street. If you need any help or advice, feel free to ask."
John felt a wave of gratitude. "Thanks, Mike. I appreciate it. I'm planning to bring in a lot of new stock soon."
Mike grinned. "Good to hear. This area needs a reliable parts store. Kindly may I know if you have a supplier?"
" Mmmh... Not yet, but soon I will be looking for one." He responded while turning to Mike. " Do you have one or any links?"
Mike cleared his throat and assured John of the best supplier with mesmerizing discounts and free delivery. " Just save me with your phone contact if you don't mind. I will be hooking you up!"
They exchanged their contacts and promised to meet again and again. John looked at Mike as he strolled down the street to his working station. John scanned the strategic position of his store and knew it would expand. Customers from all sides could reach out due to its central location advantage.
As more locals stopped by to introduce themselves and inquire about the store's future, John felt a growing sense of community. This wasn't just a business; it was becoming a part of the neighborhood's fabric.
After the impromptu meet-and-greet, John returned to his planning. Angel's voice guided him through the final details.
[Now, about the inventory investment, you have a $30,000 budget for stocking up on spare parts. We need to find a reliable supplier who can provide quality products at good prices.]
Suddenly, John's phone rang from the pocket. " Who might be calling? It's been long to have someone calling on my phone!" John couldn't guess who was calling and therefore reached out in his pocket to have the phone call.
The incoming call didn't identify who the caller was. The call came as private. John couldn't receive the call. He just ignored the call and returned it in his pocket.
Just as John was contemplating what the unknown caller might be, his phone rang again for a short text message.