Chapter 10: Chen Yansen, I

“Teasing his own daughter right in front of his father—glad he didn’t notice!”

Chen Yansen pedaled furiously as he fled, heart pounding with thrill, then burst into carefree laughter.

Youth really is damn wonderful!

Chen Yansen hummed a tune all the way, winding through alleys until he turned into an internet cafe, tossed twenty yuan to the clerk, and sat down at a window seat.

“Samples received; quality and appearance are basically fine, meeting our factory’s procurement expectations preliminarily, but the cost-performance ratio is slightly lacking—could your company reconsider the unit price?”

“The initial order quantity is 20% of the total order; we’ll decide on the next shipment based on usage feedback, gift value, and after-sales service.”

“Headphones must be included as a standard gift—otherwise, no deal!”

“Yes, yes, besides the data cable, I also need some product promotional materials and posters…”

Chen Yansen typed rapidly on the keyboard, negotiating simultaneously with three suppliers.

The actual order quantity didn’t matter—as long as his first purchase met the sales team’s psychological expectations, the rest was up to them; these commission-driven reps would naturally convince the factory owners to accept his demanding terms.

Half an hour later.

A factory in Yangcheng Electronic Port, branded “Mei Mo,” finally agreed to Chen Yansen’s quote.

Mei Mo MP3, 2GB storage, free data cable, 3.5mm wired headphones, storage bag—wholesale price 22 Hua yuan;

Mei Mo MP4, 4GB storage, free data cable, Bluetooth headphones, storage bag—wholesale price 116 Hua yuan.

“-113600!”

Chen Yansen stared at the deduction on his bank card and smiled broadly—he never doubted his ability to make money; acquiring his first fortune felt like sailing with the wind.

After a moment’s thought, he called Wang Zihao to check on the warehouse progress.

“I thought about it—my family’s old house has been empty; perfect for a warehouse.”

Wang Zihao replied without hesitation, clearly having planned this already.

The old house had once belonged to his grandparents; after his grandmother passed away two years ago, his father moved his grandfather into their own home. The two houses were three or four li apart, always locked up, so no one would notice.

“Fine, wait for my call at home! By the way, you’ve got Subject One next Thursday—don’t mess up.”

Chen Yansen warned.

“Relax, I haven’t even been to the internet cafe these past two days—I’ve been studying nonstop at home.”

Wang Zihao patted his chest, confident.

“Good to know.”

Chen Yansen hung up, stood up, and slowly rode his bike home.

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…

Time slipped away, and before he knew it, it was the morning of the fourth day.

“Mr. Chen, this is Bond Logistics. You have a shipment arriving—where would be the most convenient place to unload?”

Chen Yansen was jolted awake by a frantic ringtone while still asleep.

He fumbled for the answer button, listened, then leapt out of bed in an instant.

“Hold on, I’ll send it right away.”

Chen Yansen sat at his desk and sent the address of Wang Zihao’s old house.

“Mr. Chen, I’ve received your message—about twenty minutes from your destination.”

The logistics guy on the other end reminded him.

“Got it.”

Chen Yansen confirmed the address again, then slammed down his phone and rushed to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

In just three minutes, he was fully dressed.

He slammed the door shut!

Downstairs, he mounted his folded Jietian bike and sped toward Xicheng.

“Haozi, our goods are here!”

On the way, Chen Yansen called Wang Zihao—2600 items, plus accessories and gifts, filled four standard pallets.

He couldn’t possibly unload and stack them all by himself!

“Holy shit! I’m on my way!”

Wang Zihao was wildly excited; ever since Chen Yansen told him the money-making plan, he’d been lying awake all night.

One part feared failure and the beating that would follow.

The other part wondered what he’d spend the money on.

Of course, anxiety dominated—he knew Chen Yansen’s plan seemed flawless, but two eighteen-year-olds running a multi-hundred-thousand-yuan business? It just didn’t feel real.

“Success is the only option.”

Wang Zihao silently cheered himself on.

When he arrived at the old house, he saw from afar Chen Yansen and a young man in Bond Logistics uniform hauling goods.

“Sen-ge, I’m here!”

Wang Zihao waved, grinning.

“Perfect timing—help me unload.”

Chen Yansen wiped sweat, exhaled deeply; though he was bulkier and a size larger than Wang Zihao, the latter had better stamina.

Since age eight, Wang Zihao ran five kilometers every morning, three times a week—looked chubby, but packed serious endurance, could do the work of two men.

“Got it.”

Wang Zihao rolled up his sleeves and got to work.

The three of them worked for half an hour before finally moving all boxes from the truck into the courtyard.

“Bro, if I’d known the truck couldn’t get in, I wouldn’t have helped you unload.”

The Bond Logistics guy was drenched in sweat, panting, grumbling.

Wang Zihao’s old house sat tucked into a narrow alley—his truck couldn’t enter, not even a pallet jack could fit; they had to carry everything by hand.

“Thanks, brother! Haozi, go buy a case of mineral water and some ice cream at the entrance.”

Chen Yansen plopped onto a blue stone slab and ordered.

As he spoke, he pulled a hundred-yuan note from his pocket and handed it to the delivery guy.

“Th-this… I can’t accept…”

The delivery guy refused repeatedly, his irritation vanishing instantly—he stared at Chen Yansen, thinking: “Looks young, but handles things like a seasoned adult.”

He’d helped unload before.

Generous ones bought him cigarettes, stingy ones bought water, cheap ones just said thanks—some gave cash, but never someone as young as Chen Yansen.

“It’s only right—if you don’t take it, I’ll give you a bad review.”

Chen Yansen grinned mischievously.

Someone worked hard, shirt soaked in sweat—a hundred yuan was more than fair.

“Alright, alright, I won’t be polite then.”

The delivery guy chuckled awkwardly and accepted the tip—what if the kid changed his mind later?

Wang Zihao watched, suddenly understanding something.

He nodded, stood up, and dashed toward the alley’s convenience store.

Chen Yansen leaned against the boxes, breathing heavily.

Suddenly, soft footsteps approached—he thought Wang Zihao had returned.

“Chen Yansen, I’ve caught you at last! Hehe!”

The girl’s light laugh sounded like a tinkling spring—playful, with a touch of triumph.

(End of chapter)