Chapter 162: Beauty is Justice

The Zhongtong Express agency run by the fat man had quite a lot of influence at the Chang'an Institute of Technology; many students had become accustomed to coming to the Entrepreneurship Center to send their packages.

However, the fat man overlooked one thing: if the conflicts at the upper level aren't coordinated well, it doesn't matter how solid the foundation at the lower level is.

Therefore, it was easy for Yang Tianxing to "usurp the nest"; he simply found the college students who had been working part-time for Zhongtong, kept the commission and the business the same, and just changed "Zhongtong" to "Rocket 101"—it seemed as if nothing had changed at all.

Around 9:00 PM, Pang Haofei was counting the day's income when he turned his head and said to Yang Tianxing, "Brother Yang, when can we start operations for the Chang'an Academy of Fine Arts, Peihua College, and the Information Vocational and Technical College? It would be better to form a collection circle of Institute of Technology-Fine Arts-Peihua-Vocational College as soon as possible."

Yang Tianxing gave an "mm," noting that with the increasing number of part-time college students and the expansion of the scale, the importance of a legal basis was becoming prominent.

"I wonder how Tian Jiayi is doing with the drafting."

As Yang Tianxing was thinking this, a girl walked over to the door and said, "Hello, who wanted a late-night snack just now?"

Pang Haofei looked up; it was the female college student from the "Sweethouse Dessert Shop" next door, standing at the door holding a menu.

"Do you want a late-night snack?"

Pang Haofei looked at Qiu Zhilan.

Qiu Zhilan shook her head: "I didn't order one; it might be one of the other part-time college students."

After asking around and no one admitting to it, Yang Tianxing finally raised his hand from the back and shouted: "Sorry, I didn't hear you just now. It was me. Seeing how hard everyone worked today, everyone should have a late-night snack before heading back to the dorms."

The female college student walked in with the menu, and Yang Tianxing glanced at her, recognizing her as the "witty" young girl from earlier that day who had inadvertently helped him confirm the fat man's motive for smashing the vase.

"I want this mango iced milkshake."

Yang Tianxing said, pointing at the menu.

The female college student hurriedly wrote it down.

"Wait a moment."

Yang Tianxing paused: "Can I make a request?"

The female college student nodded: "Yes, you can specify your preference for the amount of ice and the sweetness."

"That's fine."

Yang Tianxing looked at her and said: "For this mango iced milkshake, I don't want the mango, and I don't want the milkshake. Can you do that?"

The young girl was stunned for a moment; she had never encountered such a request before, and she asked bluntly: "If you don't want any of that, are you just going to eat the glass cup?"

Everyone around them laughed, and Yang Tianxing stopped teasing her and seriously ordered some late-night snacks.

Before long, the desserts and drinks were prepared and delivered, and the part-time college students at the Institute of Technology felt that this young new boss was actually quite good.

The fat man from before would curse at the drop of a hat and didn't have any real communication with them; they heard Yang Tianxing was also a college student, so he should be more empathetic.

Look at this, he was even treating everyone to dessert.

However, after everyone picked up their cakes and drinks, they realized there was one extra portion.

The female college student from the dessert shop asked: "Who among you wants to eat two portions?"

"No one wants to eat two."

Yang Tianxing said with a grin: "This one is my treat to you. You've worked hard so late."

The female college student's face turned red; she glanced at Yang Tianxing and walked back.

"That's really interesting."

Pang Haofei was eating his cake and said with a smile to Qiu Zhilan: "He actually treated someone from a dessert shop to dessert."

Qiu Zhilan rolled her eyes at him: "If you think it's interesting, then go learn from him."

"How could I? He's single, I'm not."

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The time spent teasing the young girl was always very pleasant, but waiting for the bus was also quite torturous. The location here at the Institute of Technology was somewhat remote, and after 8:30 PM, you couldn't see the shadow of a taxi, so you could only take the bus back.

"The matter of buying a car also needs to be put on the agenda."

Yang Tianxing somewhat regretted returning that second-hand Santana to Zhang Liye so early.

In 2003, the Chang'an District was still a suburb, and the area around the bus stop was filled with undeveloped wasteland, covered in weeds knee-high, with the occasional short, sharp croak of a frog.

Yang Tianxing took out a cigarette and smoked, sitting alone on the bench at the bus stop, the surrounding lights dim and murky.

"At a time like this, if a long-legged female college student came over to wait for the bus, that would be great."

Yang Tianxing was imagining: "Then I would walk up, strike up a conversation, talk about life, discuss ideals, and wait for the bus together."

"Beep."

Suddenly, a car horn sounded, interrupting Yang Tianxing's train of thought.

He looked up, dissatisfied: "Why is it you?"

The person driving was Zhao Qingxun from the Runxing Electronics Factory; she was still driving that cool red sports car, the engine humming with a "vroom," looking at Yang Tianxing with some curiosity.

Sensing the disappointment in Yang Tianxing's tone, Zhao Qingxun shrugged: "I was being sentimental. You go ahead and wait for your bus slowly."

"Hey, wait~"

Yang Tianxing hurriedly chased after her and sat in the passenger seat. Although Zhao Qingxun wasn't a female college student, her long legs were still satisfying.

"Why are you waiting for the bus? Didn't you say you were going to buy a Xiali?" Zhao Qingxun asked.

"No money."

Yang Tianxing said straightforwardly: "Does President Zhao want to sponsor a little?"

"No problem."

Zhao Qingxun was very forthcoming: "Recently, I'm preparing to inspect a few MP3 display screen manufacturers. They are all in Chang'an. If you have time, you can come along, and after the matter is settled, you can take your compensation in the name of a consultant."

Yang Tianxing had been quite busy with his own affairs recently, so he didn't fully agree: "I'll see how my time is then; just give me a call."

After returning to the Finance College, Yang Tianxing saw the lights inside 101 were still on; Fu Yiming and Hua Xiaoyu were probably reconciling accounts. In the past, these things were done by Yang Tianxing and Liu Jiaoyue.

Yang Tianxing didn't go in to disturb them; he had more important things to do.

"Hello, Beauty Tian, it's me, Yang Tianxing."

Yang Tianxing called the dormitory phone to reach Tian Jiayi to ask about the progress of the legal basis.

He did not know that this task had long been taken over by Tan Zhizhi, and had been assuming all along that Tian Jiayi was doing it.

"Ah, Yang Tianxing."

Tian Jiayi hurriedly covered the microphone and shouted to Little Zhiliao: "Oh no, Yang Tianxing is calling; he's probably asking about the legal provisions for Rocket 101."

Tan Zhizhi was sitting at the desk in the dormitory, with a pretty little desk lamp set up, her long, beautiful hair coiled into a bun and secured at the back of her head with an ordinary pencil.

One hand was cupping her delicate face, while the other was typing on a laptop.

Upon hearing the shout, she turned her head, and the pencil was accidentally flung out; her dark, beautiful hair sprang loose like a spring with a "poof," draping loosely over her shoulders.

Under the illumination of the bright desk lamp, Tan Zhizhi's oval face looked even more charming.

"What should I say, Little Zhiliao?"

Tian Jiayi asked anxiously.

Tan Zhizhi thought for a moment: "Just tell him it will take another day to complete, and I will go find Professor Shu to discuss and confirm it tomorrow."

After Tian Jiayi relayed this to Yang Tianxing, Yang Tianxing hung up the phone without saying anything; he no longer held much confidence.

"Little Zhiliao, you've missed several evening gala rehearsals recently to write this legal proposal."

Tian Jiayi walked over and put her arm around Tan Zhizhi's shoulder: "Are you really that invested in his affairs? You even went specifically to consult with Professor Shu. That old lady is not easy to talk to; after all, she is a national academic leader. How did you get along with her so harmoniously?"

Tan Zhizhi puffed out her cheeks and thought seriously: "Maybe it's because I'm pretty."