Chapter 372: No Need to Keep a Low Profile

The next morning, amidst the farewell chirping of birds, Shen Yan drove away from Shanghai.

He arrived at Hangzhou University before eight o'clock.

Since the news of the shop demolition had already spread, Shen Yan simply decided not to keep a low profile anymore.

He drove the Maybach directly onto campus.

Students coming and going, whether they recognized the crossed double-M emblem or not, all cast their gazes in unison, simply because the car body was too luxurious and imposing.

One could tell at a glance that it was of immense value.

And when Shen Yan stepped out from the driver's seat, the students in front of the teaching building did not feel overly surprised; instead, they wore expressions of "it's only natural."

Given Shen Yan's net worth, it was only natural for him to drive a luxury car.

The only pity was that the owner of the car wasn't themselves, which brought a faint, tiny bit of melancholy.

As for the young girls, their eyes lit up, thinking that the season of all things reviving had arrived again; it was time to show off their short skirts—perhaps they might catch the eye of this "golden turtle son-in-law" Shen Yan.

Walking into the classroom, unsurprisingly, Shen Yan received enthusiastic greetings from his classmates; everyone spoke at once, as if a swarm of bees were buzzing.

They were all quite concerned about the specific compensation for the shop demolition.

Shen Yan said in a joking tone that he hadn't taken money, but had been compensated with a dozen or so storefronts, and he planned to lie flat and be a landlord from now on.

The classmates laughed heartily; the image of the landlady in that movie by Master Xing was simply too deeply ingrained in their hearts.

Yet, at the thought that a peer had already achieved financial freedom so early while they were still buried in their studies, they couldn't help but feel a bit dejected.

Lin Yang asked curiously, "Old Shen, in which area are the storefronts they gave you?"

Unlike these short-sighted classmates, Lin Yang knew well the impact of location on the value of storefronts in Shanghai.

Shen Yan replied that they were over on Lingshan Road, a street away from the urban village.

At this point in time, the logistics industrial park on Lingshan Road was not yet finished, so it wasn't considered a good location; Lin Yang thought it would have been more cost-effective to take the money.

Shen Yan just smiled and said nothing.

Because the small shop had been forced to close due to Lin Yang, Zhu Baoping had long been harboring resentment toward him and couldn't help but retort, "Stop showing off your expertise. How could Old Shen know less than you? He has his own plans in mind."

Lin Yang opened his mouth, but was unable to refute.

After all, the experience of being slapped in the face was still fresh in his memory.

Actually, he had no malicious intent; he was just discussing the matter as it stood, but the development of events was always unexpected—who would have known a subway project would suddenly emerge halfway through?

Fine! Better for me to just shut up.

With Shen Yan's insight, how could he possibly not know the tricks behind it?

Then Zhu Baoping started stirring up trouble again, saying, "Old Shen, you've made a fortune, shouldn't you treat us to a meal?" Shen Yan didn't care about this small amount of money, but he didn't want to be treated as a sucker.

He knew very well that Zhu Baoping wasn't a bad person; it was just the petty-bourgeois mentality caused by his upbringing.

Stingy and fond of taking advantage.

Shen Yan said half-jokingly, "Old Zhu, it can't always be me treating, can it? You should treat everyone once too; making friends requires give and take."

Lin Yang's eyes lit up immediately, and he chimed in, "Exactly! I've treated everyone with Old Shen several times already; Old Zhu, you really should show some gesture."

Uh...

Zhu Baoping felt a bit awkward, stammering and not knowing how to get out of it.

He swept his gaze around.

He certainly didn't have the face to ask the girls, so fortunately, there was Tang Song there to keep him company.

"It's not that I don't have any money, and besides, hasn't Old Tang never treated us either?" Zhu Baoping found an excuse for himself.

He had thought everyone wouldn't make things difficult for him and he could escape this disaster, but he never expected that traitor Tang Song to stab him in the back: "How about Old Zhu treats us today, and next time it'll be my turn."

Zhu Baoping was smiling on the outside, but cursing internally.

This idiot has no money, why act like a big shot? Dying for face and suffering for it.

But since things had reached this point, if he didn't make a statement, how would others look at him? Zhu Baoping had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Then let's do lunch; it just so happens we have no class in the afternoon. I'll treat everyone to a meal at Manyuefu."

When he said this, Zhu Baoping's heart was bleeding, and at the same time, he understood a principle.

What goes around comes around.

Sigh! I'll be working for nothing for a few more days.

Actually, he had the heart to not invite the girls' dormitory and treat only his roommates to save a large sum of money, but he didn't have the face to say it out loud.

Even with his butt, Lin Yang knew that Zhu Baoping's heart was aching right now; perhaps the two were naturally incompatible, and the other's pain was his source of joy.

"Old Zhu is a real man!" Lin Yang gave a thumbs up over there.

Zhu Baoping squeezed out a smile, while internally greeting all eighteen generations of Lin Yang's ancestors.

College students were still very interested in group meals, especially since the two dormitories had all sorts of tangled connections.

And so, the matter of the lunch gathering was settled just like that.

"Ring-a-ling!"

The class bell rang, and everyone returned to their seats.

It wasn't until this moment that Chen Shanni, Luo Qiqi, and Yu Youwei arrived late; noticing that familiar figure in the back row, Chen Shanni's eyes were filled with irrepressible joy.

She trotted to her seat, smoothed her skirt, and sat down gracefully.

"Did things go smoothly?" Chen Shanni asked in a low voice.

Shen Yan briefly recounted his gains; Chen Shanni's eyes curved into crescents, genuinely happy for Shen Yan, and then she excitedly confided in Shen Yan that the stock had hit the daily limit again yesterday.

With two consecutive days of hitting the limit, Guangsheng Nonferrous had risen from 32 yuan per share to 38.7 yuan; Chen Shanni had invested 300,000 into it, equivalent to a net profit of over 60,000.

Only at this moment did she deeply realize why so many people were addicted to the stock market and unable to extricate themselves.

The money came too fast!

Getting rich overnight and achieving a class leap was absolutely not a dream.

Looking at the radiance in those eyes, Shen Yan couldn't help but chuckle; for a good girl, this mentality when earning money for the first time was perfectly normal. He smiled lightly: "Calm down, this bit of money is just a drop in the bucket for your family."

"That's different!"

Chen Shanni said happily, clearly still immersed in the joy of making money.

Shen Yan did not say anything more, letting her be happy as she pleased.

Just then, his phone vibrated, and someone in the class group chat tagged Shen Yan.

Opening it, he saw that someone had posted a photo of Shen Yan getting out of a Maybach onto the campus forum.

As a campus celebrity, the vast student body had always been quite attentive to news about Shen Yan.

All sorts of comments emerged one after another.

They were discussing the specific value of this car.

Even more so, some people specifically went online to search for the Maybach model, and after a series of comparisons and evidence gathering,

they finally concluded that the on-the-road price of this car was nearly three million.

With that, the entire campus forum completely exploded; the boys were full of envy and jealousy, while the girls felt admiration, commenting things like "Brother Rice Noodle is so handsome" and "My male god, I want to have your babies."

There were also quite a few people commenting that Shen Yan was being too ostentatious, and that as a student, driving a luxury car to school was highly inappropriate.

But these comments were often quickly drowned out without a trace by an overwhelming barrage of abuse.

"Busybodies worrying about nothing."

"My male god has the ability to make big money, why shouldn't he be able to drive a luxury car? If you have the ability, you try driving a luxury car too."

"I second the one above, if you have the ability, you drive one too."

"Typical sour grapes."

Having gone through the shop demolition incident involving millions in funds, he did not feel surprised by Shen Yan driving a luxury car, just wanting to verify its authenticity.

Shen Yan replied in the class group chat: "The car is mine, and the price is correct too!"

Immediately, a string of thumbs-up emojis appeared below; having money is just being willful.

Seeing this, Chen Shanni couldn't help but tease: "Someone isn't planning on keeping a low profile this time?"

"Since the demolition is already known to people, is there any need to keep a low profile?" Shen Yan smiled helplessly.

Keeping a low profile is king; this path was no longer applicable to him.