Chapter 161: Someone is Stealing Pictures to Do Business Without Capital

In fact, there was no such thing as a tutoring recruitment notice. When Shen Yan first moved to Danqingyuan Residential Complex, Tang Song had held a "try it and see" attitude and sent Shen Yan a message, asking him to help keep an eye out for any residents in the complex who needed a tutor.

After all, there were nearly twenty thousand people in the complex; the opportunities were always better than wandering around aimlessly outside.

After receiving the message, Shen Yan felt that Tang Song was a mature and steady person with good intentions, so he asked in the complex's owners' group, and quite a few residents actually responded.

As a top student at Hangzhou University, his ability was beyond doubt. The very next day, Tang Song secured a tutoring job he was happy with, and he had been doing it ever since; both the owner and Tang Song were very satisfied with each other.

Additionally, there were many other owners in the complex who asked Shen Yan to help introduce reliable tutors, with pay being no issue, but Shen Yan didn't agree to a single one.

Finding it troublesome was one reason, but he was mainly afraid that if problems arose, they would come looking for him.

Now, hearing that Zhu Baoping wanted to find a tutoring job, Shen Yan simply didn't say a word. Their values didn't align, and he wasn't a pushover who helped everyone; just based on a classmate relationship, there was no need to go out of his way to help.

Seeing his silence, Tang Song also had no intention of selling out his teammate, so he quietly moved past the topic and said, "Old Shen, I heard there's a Jiangnan Tianchi Ski Resort in the neighboring city of Huzhou, and it starts operating next Saturday. Any interest in going to play?"

Before Shen Yan could speak, Lin Yang's eyes lit up immediately: "Add me in, I've never been skiing before."

Zhu Baoping was also very interested, but the entrance ticket to the ski resort alone was 150, plus various other miscellaneous expenses.

He couldn't afford it!

Besides, back in their Northeast, skiing was just a common occurrence; there was no need to spend that wasted money.

"Sure!" Shen Yan readily agreed. The world is so big; one should play more while young.

"Alright! I'll tell Xiao Qing. The girls' dorm should also be participating; the more people, the livelier it is."

Excitement flickered in Tang Song's eyes; he couldn't wait to try the feeling of skiing right away.

Before long, the girls' dormitory learned of this news. Wu Yueer, with her playful nature, was the first to sign up, followed closely by Chen Shanni, who yearned for the stars and the sea. Yu Youwei had some doubts and asked, "Is Shen Yan going?"

Only after receiving a clear confirmation did she agree.

Luo Qiqi was short on cash, but having just found a tutoring job, an occasional luxury wouldn't hurt, so she also joined the group.

And so, the ski trip was settled.

After eating and drinking their fill, the night grew deep, but the school leaders never appeared; they were likely off visiting other dorm buildings.

Lying on the small bed he hadn't slept in for a long time, Shen Yan felt uncomfortable everywhere, but fortunately, it was only for one night, so he would just have to endure it.

Bored, he picked up his phone, chatted with Hao Anqi for a while, and then began reading a novel with great interest. As the plot progressed, sleepiness surged like a tide, becoming increasingly intense.

That night, the cold wind was biting, roaring like a fierce beast, and a cold front surged in like a tide, instantly sweeping across the entire quiet Hangzhou.

Curled up under the covers, the drowsy Shen Yan felt a bone-chilling cold strike, making him shiver uncontrollably.

He struggled to open his eyes and looked out the window, only to be surprised to find that dawn had just broken; the pale blue sky was still studded with a few sparse, lingering stars, illuminating a cold scene.

"Winter is really here..." Shen Yan muttered to himself, a faint melancholy rising in his heart.

Checking the time, it was 6:03, with an ambient temperature of 5℃.

Good grief! A drop of 10℃ overnight; no wonder it was so cold.

The snoring of his roommate Zhu Baoping remained as vigorous and powerful as ever, like a sand hammer being swung violently in the air, filling the entire room with chaos and unease.

Come to think of it, not having heard it for a long time, there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Since he couldn't sleep anyway, Shen Yan quietly got up, dressed neatly, hopped on his e-scooter, and headed straight for Danqingyuan Residential Complex.

Early in the morning, the entire campus was cold and deserted. Occasionally, he could see two "perseverance kings" in sportswear running at a steady pace on the track. Shen Yan was wearing a shirt with a jacket over it; the cold wind whistled against his face like tiny silver needles piercing his skin, bringing waves of stinging pain.

Of all the four seasons, the most detestable are winter and summer. In summer, the heat is unbearable, as if one is in a giant furnace where scorching flames burn fiercely, baking people until they can't breathe; in winter, the cold is bone-chilling, as if one is trapped in an ice cellar, making people shiver and unable to endure it.

Back home, Shen Yan took off his clothes and slept for another two hours in his warm bed.

When he woke up again, the warm sun was high in the sky. He took out his phone and found two messages from Fang Xiang.

"Boss, a customer reported that our clothes are being sold in other online stores; the pictures are exactly the same, and the price is ten yuan cheaper than ours."

Below was the product link.

Shen Yan frowned.

The factory's clothing output couldn't be digested by just one online store, so the excess inventory would flow to the offline market. It was hard to say which guy was playing smart, selling by undercutting prices while getting goods from the factory, engaging in a business with no capital.

Damn it! Do they not understand the saying "when drinking water, don't forget those who dug the well"? Using my goods to undermine my foundation, and even copying the pictures.

Truly like a dung beetle wearing a mask—stinking and shameless.

Shen Yan: "Don't worry, I'll go to the factory later to handle this. Also, pay more attention to this kind of information in the future; our products are only sold in one online store."

Fang Xiang: "Okay, Boss!"

After getting up, Shen Yan opened his computer and clicked on the product link.

The down jacket only had a dozen reviews and was priced at 288, ten yuan cheaper than his own product; it seemed to be a shop that had just opened. Furthermore, this shop had even stolen the pictures of his thermal underwear; it was truly shameless to the extreme.

Without a second thought, Shen Yan clicked report, provided the original product photos as evidence, and clicked the submit button; now he just had to wait for the backend to review it.

With such a small profit, Shen Yan didn't even care to sue the other party for infringement.

After finishing, Shen Yan went into the bathroom for a comfortable hot shower and picked out a classic black-and-white checkered sweater from his wardrobe to wear; this simple yet stylish design made him look refreshed. He threw a dark blue down jacket over it, which was not only excellent for warmth but also added a sense of stability and grandeur to the overall look.

For his lower body, he chose a pair of black fleece-lined trousers; the tailored fit perfectly showcased the lines of his long legs while ensuring sufficient comfort.

Immediately after, Shen Yan went out to a street breakfast shop and ordered a bowl of white porridge, paired with an egg, milk, and a large meat bun—nutritious and balanced.

After satisfying his hunger, it was time to get down to business. Shen Yan drove straight to the securities firm he had cooperated with last time.

After some negotiation, Shen Yan ultimately used two million as principal and chose five times leverage, making the entry amount ten million. There was nothing else to say; they followed the regulations. All risks were borne solely by Shen Yan; once the stock fell by twenty percent, all principal would be forcibly liquidated by the platform, and profits would require paying a certain amount of interest and management fees.