Chapter 66: Promotion Strategy (3)

During class the next day, the counselor Xie Yu'an specifically sought out Yang Tianxing to discuss the debate competition, and only then did Yang Tianxing realize it was actually quite a grand affair.

"There's only a little over a month left this year, but there are so many things going on; if it's not the school debate competition, it's the school anniversary."

Xie Yu'an said gloomily.

Yang Tianxing smiled to himself; this was Xie Yu'an's true personality. Deep down, he was someone who feared trouble, yet he happened to be a university counselor, a job that was inherently tangled up with all sorts of trivial matters.

However, because this year they had Yang Tianxing as the class monitor and He Yulin as the Youth League branch secretary—one to solve big problems and the other to handle small matters—Old Xie had actually been able to slack off quite a bit; he only needed to ensure the foundation was secure.

"The fiftieth-anniversary celebration has nothing to do with our class; that's the business of the Youth League Committee and the Student Union. I heard it's even being combined with the New Year's gala," Yang Tianxing comforted him.

Xie Yu'an's expression improved slightly: "But the debate competition still has to do with us. I heard the department recently organized internal competitions in the form of classes to select articulate students to represent the School of Humanities and Social Sciences."

"Mm, I know about this; it's been bustling with activity."

Yang Tianxing said steadily.

"As long as you know, I'll leave it all to you."

Xie Yu'an patted Yang Tianxing's shoulder with trust.

After Old Xie left, Yang Tianxing hurriedly called He Yulin out: "Is our department holding internal selections for the debate competition recently? How come I didn't know about this?"

He Yulin rolled her eyes speechlessly: "Your esteemed self spends more time skipping class than attending it. I went to 101 twice to find you and you weren't there, so how was I supposed to report it?"

"Besides, even if you knew, you wouldn't manage it anyway," He Yulin said with a cold snort.

Yang Tianxing didn't hide it: "Although Secretary He makes a very valid point, you still need to pay a little attention to your attitude. As long as I haven't abdicated, the position of class monitor is still mine."

"Pah!"

He Yulin spat to show her disdain, but Yang Tianxing just chuckled, completely unbothered: "Which heroes from our class are taking the stage?"

"Chen Sisi, Liu Qirui, Pan Daile, and Li Jia are the first, second, third, and fourth debaters, respectively," He Yulin said.

Yang Tianxing gave an "mm." As the class monitor, although he didn't manage affairs, he was particularly familiar with the people in his class.

To put it more colloquially, he didn't handle specific tasks, but he held a firm grip on personnel power.

Chen Sisi was the beauty in Public Administration Class 2 second only to Deng Yidi; she was a cute little girl, but he hadn't expected her to be such an agile-minded debater.

Liu Qirui was a fellow townsman of Yang Tianxing's, and Li Jia and Liu Jiaoyue were in the same dormitory.

As the only male, the debate competition was quite a romantic adventure for that kid, Pan Daile.

"So, are there any difficulties now, whether material or mental?"

Yang Tianxing asked.

He Yulin thought for a moment: "The weather is too cold at night, and the classmates participating in the debate competition are freezing while practicing in the classroom, and you can't make noise in the library."

"Then go to my startup base. That place is our class activity center; 102 is used as a warehouse, and four people could even sing inside it."

He Yulin pursed her lips: "It's just as cold there."

"A piece of cake."

Yang Tianxing said generously: "I'll just go buy two electric heaters, won't I? I'll provide a cup of hot milk tea at night too. I hope the four contestants can create glory for our class."

Buying electric heaters could indeed solve this problem. He Yulin was stunned for a moment: "Do we need to use class funds to buy them?"

"No need."

Yang Tianxing waved his hand: "I don't take advantage of the class. Besides, the startup base will need them later anyway."

……………

Yang Tianxing really wasn't bragging. That afternoon, he went to the Hejiaying Commodity Center and bought four electric heaters, and while he was at it, he ordered some paper bags at a printing shop, with "Finance College Building Z, 101" printed on both sides.

At the summary meeting after last night's activity, a student had offered a great suggestion, and Yang Tianxing decided to use the paper bags as small gifts.

Even if others threw them away later, the bags lying on the ground would still be able to advertise the name "Building Z, 101," damn it.

When Yang Tianxing moved the electric heaters down, Liu Jiaoyue was hunched over the desk, recording data in a meticulous manner.

Starting today, there were already packages and letters being delivered, and Liu Jiaoyue had to do a good job of keeping records.

For example, where they came from and where they were being sent; this was to keep a record to ensure safety. There was also who had introduced them, which mainly involved the issue of commissions.

Yang Tianxing felt it would be great if he had a computer; recording data would be safe and convenient. However, among the people he was familiar with, only Tan Zhizhi had a laptop.

Tan Zhizhi's laptop was a Toshiba SP6100. A high unit price, plus the three-piece set of mobile phone, watch, and laptop—Little Zhizhi was a typical "white, rich, and beautiful" standard.

"Only a fool would buy one themselves. I'll borrow one from Tan Zhizhi first, then find a way to get one from the school in the name of supporting the project."

Why else would people say Yang Tianxing was ruthless? The mobile phone was supported by Zhang Liye, and now he was thinking about the school supporting a computer.

Fu Yiming happened to be in the startup base too; he was in the 102 warehouse, sticking his butt out while organizing packages and letters.

"Old Fu, Brother is worried you'll be cold at night, so I specially bought two electric heaters for you."

Yang Tianxing said with a grin.

"Do you think I'd believe that?"

Fu Yiming grunted as he spoke: "You know in your heart who this is really for, Number Two."

He wasn't a fool; he could roughly guess that Yang Tianxing's feelings for Liu Jiaoyue were not ordinary.

Liu Jiaoyue's little face turned red immediately, and she said awkwardly: "I, I'm not afraid of the cold either."

The electric heaters indeed had the intention of being bought for Liu Jiaoyue. Yang Tianxing didn't deny it either, and even said to Liu Jiaoyue: "When the time comes, put two in 101, one specifically for your feet, and one for everyone else to share."

Fu Yiming, not far away, heard this and couldn't help but recall that Yang Tianxing had once had his lip bitten by a girl, but that girl was definitely not Liu Jiaoyue.

"Pah, scumbag!"

……………

While Yang Tianxing was in class that afternoon, the printing shop called to say the promotional flyer samples were ready and wanted Yang Tianxing to come over and take a look; if there were no problems, they would start large-scale printing.

Yang Tianxing skipped class again and hurried to the Hejiaying Commodity Center.

The owner of the printing shop was already familiar with Yang Tianxing. He pointed at the bag and said: "If it weren't for your request, I wouldn't want to print these. The cost is too high, and there's not much money to be made."

The paper bag was about the size of a book; Yang Tianxing had considered that it would be convenient for college students to carry to class. There was a semicircular notch in the middle to serve as a handle, and the light yellow paper was printed with the conspicuous red-inked characters "Finance College Building Z, 101."

Yang Tianxing picked up a sample and flipped it over to look at it: "Boss, can you add a small cartoon rocket logo on the side?"

The print shop owner was very happy to hear this: "Are you also a fan of the Rockets? Yao Ming joined the NBA this year, so now I am a fan of the Rockets."

Yang Tianxing was stunned for a moment; it was indeed in June that Yao Ming joined the NBA Rockets as the first overall draft pick. Time really flies.

"Right, since we are both fans of the Rockets, you must do this even more carefully."

Yang Tianxing said with a chuckle; he did not intend to haggle, as there was too little room for it.

He was quite satisfied with the other aspects of the paper bag, so Yang Tianxing took the sample bag and returned to the school; tonight was the activity for the second team of part-time college students.

This team had both men and women, so Yang Tianxing planned to take them to sweep through the classrooms.

Yang Tianxing had originally planned to eat dinner first and then tease Liu Jiaoyue for a while at the base, but he did not expect Tan Zhizhi to call him when he was at the entrance.

"Little Yang, you haven't looked for me for several days."

Yang Tianxing had been busy as a bee these past few days and had indeed neglected Tan Zhizhi.

"I've been busy lately, you know that."

Yang Tianxing replied.

"I know you have, but I don't really have any friends at school, and you don't come to see me..."

Although he could not see her in person, Yang Tianxing knew that Tan Zhizhi must be pouting with grievance at this moment.

Thinking that he would still need to borrow the laptop from the wealthy beauty later, Yang Tianxing simply turned his steps and boarded a bus headed straight for Jiaotong University: "Let's have dinner together tonight."

"Really?"

Tan Zhizhi's voice rose noticeably.

"Of course, and I even brought a gift for you."

Yang Tianxing said with a smile.

Tan Zhizhi was even happier upon hearing this; after the two met, Tan Zhizhi sweetly took the paper bag from Yang Tianxing's hand.

"It's rare for you to think of giving me a gift... Hmm? Where is the gift?"

"The bag is the gift; I designed it myself. Isn't it sturdy?"

After a long silence, Tan Zhizhi's exasperated yet helpless voice came through.

"Yang Tianxing! Can't you be a little more generous with me?!"