After waving goodbye to Song Yuncheng, Chen Yansen led Wang Zihao on a leisurely stroll around Xucheng Academy's East Campus, familiarizing themselves with the environnt and letting their lunch settle.
"Senior said she has a boyfriend. Are you still planning to pursue her?" Wang Zihao frowned and asked cautiously.
Chen Yansen smirked. "You believe her just because she says so? Besides, why should I be the one pursuing her? Maybe she should chase ."
Wang Zihao blinked, taken aback by his arrogance. Chen Yansen's confidence was unnerving, yet sohow inspiring.
"Fragrant flowers attract butterflies; tall trees attract phoenixes. If you're good enough, girls will co to you willingly," Chen Yansen continued, glancing at his friend. He thought to himself: No wonder you got swindled out of half your fortune in your past life. At least you understand human nature.
"Don't worry," Chen Yansen patted Wang Zihao's shoulder. "If your dad has food to eat, you'll have sothing to drink."
"Go to hell!" Wang Zihao muttered, pretending to swing his fist, though he felt oddly comforted.
The vibration of Chen Yansen's phone interrupted them. He pulled it out: Gu Wenwen from China Telecom. She requested they co to the campus business hall to finalize tomorrow's card distribution plan.
"Let's move," Chen Yansen said, leading Wang Zihao to the car. The rcedes E300 purred to life, and within seconds, they were at the campus business hall.
The mont they stepped out of the car, a group of burly students blocked their way. The lead boy, Zhou Zekai, sized up the car and the two freshn, trying to mask his intimidation.
"So it was you two who stole our campus agent without knowing the rules?" Zhou Zekai sneered.
Chen Yansen raised an eyebrow, unfazed. "What, you're upset? Don't tell you think you can scare with your little gang?"
The crowd bristled. One hothead imdiately drew a nunchaku. "Let's teach him a lesson!" he shouted, ready to attack.
Chen Yansen laughed mockingly, stepping closer. "Wow… so aggressive. You're really trying to scare ?" His voice dripped with derision.
"Everyone, stop. We're all students at Xucheng Academy. You've been the campus general agent for two years. Now, newcors like us took the position you've been enjoying… isn't that a bit much?" Chen Yansen's casual tone carried authority.
Zhou Zekai's hotheaded companions hesitated. Chen Yansen continued: "Here's the deal: you work with . Every card you sell, fifty yuan commission."
The teens froze. Only Zhou Zekai's own interests were truly threatened. He hadn't sold a single card himself in years, just pocketing profits from the lower-level agents.
"What about ?" Zhou Zekai asked, his voice trembling.
"You get fifty yuan per card too," Chen Yansen replied nonchalantly, his tone sharp as a blade.
Zhou Zekai's face darkened, rage mixing with disbelief. "You can't—"
"Do you even have agency rights? Can you touch a single card without my permission?" Chen Yansen's words struck like thunder. Zhou's classmates stiffened. His power as general agent vanished the mont the school's telecom staff aligned with Chen Yansen.
Chen Yansen leaned against the sleek black rcedes, the sun reflecting off its flawless paint. "Friends who want to sell cards, leave your info. Those who think about causing trouble—look at this car. A rcedes E300, 798,000 yuan. Scratch it, break a window, dent the body—you could be paying 8,000 yuan in repairs minimum. And if I don't forgive you? Up to three years in prison."
The crowd froze. Nobody had expected these 'freshn' to drive a car worth more than many families' houses. So instinctively stepped back, afraid to get too close.
Li Hui, a tall boy with glasses, spoke up. "You're seriously giving fifty yuan per card?"
"Yes," Chen Yansen said, tone casual, as if discussing the weather.
Within minutes, one by one, the students ca forward, leaving only Zhou Zekai and the stubborn Zheng Xinyang. They had no choice but to retreat, humiliated.
"Clap, clap, clap," Gu Wenwen applauded quietly. "As expected of President Zhao's talent. He's got Zhou Zekai completely under control with just a few words."
ng Yaqin, the regional manager, stepped out to greet them. "Chen Yansen, this is ng Yaqin. Please, introduce yourself."
"Pleasure to et you, Sister ng," Chen Yansen said with a practiced smile, shaking her hand briefly, his movents precise, controlled, and confident.
As they walked into the business hall, Chen Yansen glanced at the pile of campus cards. "Fifty per box, two thousand in total. Since you saw drive here…"
ng Yaqin blinked. She knew previous agents had to pay upfront for cards. Chen Yansen didn't—President Zhao's instructions made sure of that.
After confirming the schedule, materials, and posters for tomorrow, ng Yaqin wanted to treat them to dinner. Chen Yansen politely declined. He had to et the distributors and ensure each card went to the right person tonight.
Back in the car, Wang Zihao turned to him. "Brother Sen, I've arranged the distributors. See you at the basketball court at seven PM tonight."
Chen Yansen nodded, already planning the next steps.
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