Chapter 113: Setting a Trap

"Time spent together is always so fleeting. Amidst the sounds of joy, today's broadcast is also drawing to a close. Let us meet again tomorrow. Goodbye, my fellow students."

Inside the 101 Startup Base, listening to the familiar voice from the campus radio station, He Yulin said with dissatisfaction: "Yang Tianxing, you actually got someone like Deng Yidi into the campus radio station. What about the promise to let me go to the Student Union to gild my resume?"

In He Yulin's heart, it was absolutely impossible for Deng Yidi to have entered the News Center radio station on her own merits, unless someone helped her.

Aside from Yang Tianxing, there was probably no one else in the class with this ability.

Of course, even Deng Yidi herself said as much: "The class monitor got me in."

Yang Tianxing was actually a bit helpless. *I didn't expect it to happen so fast either. Gu Bo'an isn't interested in innocent girls; I didn't think he'd take a fancy to the bewitching and flirtatious Deng Yidi all of a sudden. *

What was most infuriating was that Deng Yidi wasn't interested in a "tall, rich, and handsome" guy like Gu Bo'an at all.

"Gilding your resume in the Student Union is a small matter. Don't be too anxious."

Yang Tianxing had practically booked the position of Vice President of the Humanities and Social Sciences Student Union for next year. By then, the President would be Zhang Wei, and with the relationship between the two, getting a lackey in to gild their resume was a piece of cake.

However, he didn't tell He Yulin the actual situation, worried that if she accidentally spread it, it would affect his own image of being bright, great, and upright.

The department vice presidency wasn't the end goal either; the College Student Union presidency was.

"Besides, this job at the radio station is something you couldn't do anyway."

Yang Tianxing was telling the truth; when He Yulin spoke, her hometown accent was too heavy, and she often couldn't distinguish between 'n' and 'l'.

He Yulin was so angry she snatched off her mask and glared at Yang Tianxing.

Yang Tianxing curled his lip: "Better put it back on, Secretary He. If you only show your eyes, you can still pretend to be a beauty."

"Liu Jiaoyue, can't you keep Yang Tianxing in check?"

He Yulin had no choice but to turn her head and complain to Liu Jiaoyue.

Liu Jiaoyue lowered her head, feeling a bit embarrassed. Besides Gao Meilan, who could keep Yang Tianxing in check?

"Off I go. The working people are the most glorious."

Around 11 o'clock, Yang Tianxing prepared to go to the Runxing Electronic Equipment Manufacturing Plant to pick up express deliveries; it was his turn on duty today.

It had been nearly a month since they started in March, and the express delivery business of the electronic equipment manufacturing plant had been taken over by Rocket 101 just like that, without any mishaps, leaving Zhang Liye tongue-tied in amazement.

Just as Yang Tianxing was about to step on the gas, a figure walked over, holding a small bowl in her hand.

"Banlangen."

Liu Jiaoyue said softly.

After Yang Tianxing finished drinking it, Liu Jiaoyue washed the small bowl and went back. He Yulin was a bit worried: "Jiaoyue, you put all your heart into Yang Tianxing like this; what if his feelings change in the future?"

Liu Jiaoyue raised her head and looked at He Yulin. After a long while, she shook her head: "I, I don't know either."

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After Yang Tianxing arrived at the Runxing Electronics Plant, he didn't rush to work immediately. After parking the vehicle, he familiarly shot the breeze with the security guards.

Yang Tianxing was knowledgeable, eloquent, and understood the rules, so the security guards on duty at the electronics plant quite liked this young man.

"Manager Yang."

The security guard smoked the cigarette Yang Tianxing handed him: "The people under you are diligent enough, but there are too few who can talk like you. We only make exceptions for some things because of your face."

Yang Tianxing said with a laugh: "Thank you all. Once this month's salary arrives, I'll treat you all to a meal."

"Look at that, Manager Yang is a straightforward person."

However, when he walked in front of the electronics plant's administrative building, Yang Tianxing threw away the cigarette butt, tidied his clothes slightly, and took a bag of fruit out of his bag to go to the front desk.

"Sister Wen, you said your throat was uncomfortable the other day, so I specifically bought you a bag of pears."

This front desk clerk of the administrative building, called "Sister Wen," looked to be in her early twenties. Yang Tianxing had even forgotten her surname, yet he deliberately acted very concerned.

"Oh my, how embarrassing. Tianxing, don't be so polite next time."

Sister Wen happily accepted the pears.

The express deliveries were all placed at the administrative building's front desk. The task for express couriers like Yang Tianxing was to first sort them, then register them, and finally drag them to the entrance with a tricycle to wait for the Shentong Express transport truck to haul them away.

Yang Tianxing had a good relationship with the front desk clerk, Sister Wen. While sorting, he chatted, and Sister Wen also said: "Tianxing, your other colleagues don't know how to chat at all. They're so dull and only know how to take the deliveries."

Yang Tianxing smiled: "Maybe they rarely meet a beautiful woman like Sister Wen, so they're too nervous."

"Oh my, your mouth is truly sweet."

Sister Wen peeled a pear and cut it in half: "You eat half too."

Yang Tianxing didn't want to eat the same fruit as her, so he said: "Sister Wen, pears shouldn't be eaten separately. If they're separated, that's called 'separation,' which is an unlucky omen."

Once Sister Wen heard this, she felt it made sense. She quite liked Yang Tianxing now and didn't want to separate just yet.

Just then, the Administrative Department office director, Qu Hongmei, walked over in high heels with a "clack-clack-clack" sound. Sister Wen hurriedly lowered her head and pretended to work diligently.

However, Qu Hongmei wasn't there to give Sister Wen trouble. She specifically said to Yang Tianxing: "Tianxing, the difficult homework problem our child had last time was solved very correctly by you."

Yang Tianxing said modestly: "It wasn't solved by me. I took it back to find friends, and they helped do it."

"In any case, thank you for your help. I'll look for you again next time there's a problem."

"No problem, Sister Hongmei."

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Using the limited resources at hand, Yang Tianxing prescribed the right medicine for the illness, smoothing over all the figures he could come into contact with at the Runxing Electronics Plant.

Including that insatiable Zhao Wenbo.

At past 1 PM, Yang Tianxing rode his tricycle and dragged the registered express deliveries to the entrance. Before long, the Shentong Express transport truck arrived.

While he was moving the goods, that wine-red sports car appeared again. This was probably the closest it had ever been to Yang Tianxing inside the Runxing Electronics Plant.

The sports car slowed down as it passed the entrance. Zhao Qingxun was sitting in the car talking on her phone, and since Yang Tianxing was wearing his courier uniform and a sun hat, she didn't see him either.

Yang Tianxing was calculating in his heart whether to take this opportunity to go up and say hello directly, when suddenly his phone rang.

"Tianxing, I see you at the entrance. Take me somewhere in a bit," Zhao Wenbo instructed over the phone.

Yang Tianxing hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose not to "reconnect" right now. After all, he didn't have anything on him. He replied to Zhao Wenbo on the phone: "Okay."

Hanging up the phone, Yang Tianxing gave a cold laugh in his heart. Wang Shuzhu hadn't ordered me around even once, but this piece of trash Zhao Wenbo really treats me like a driver and an ATM.

Yang Tianxing took out the voice recorder, checked the battery level, and put it into his pocket; starting today, he would set the trap.

"Where is Supervisor Zhao going?"

Yang Tianxing asked with a smile, pretending to be very friendly.

"Going to the Tianshui Gathering for tea; our deputy factory director invited me."

The Tianshui Gathering was a teahouse in the Chang'an District. When they reached the entrance, Zhao Wenbo did not intend to bring Yang Tianxing along and even instructed, "Wait for me here until I come out."

Yang Tianxing nodded and agreed.

However, Zhao Wenbo had not walked more than a few steps when Yang Tianxing suddenly called out to him from behind: "Supervisor Zhao, your bag."

Zhao Wenbo took a look; sure enough, he had forgotten to take his briefcase. He grabbed the handbag and hurried into the teahouse.