Chapter 15: Good Brothers, Let

Two hours later.

Wang Zihao carried the last empty cardboard box and beamed at Chen Yansen: “Sold out!”

In less than three hours, all 200 MP3s and 100 MP4s were gone.

“Holy shit! Ten thousand, hundred thousand, million—Chen Yansen, we’re rich!”

Wang Zihao tossed the empty crates into the air, dancing with joy, tears in his eyes.

“Young people are so easy to please!”

Chen Yansen smiled faintly, murmuring to himself: a turnover of about thirty thousand, profit barely thirteen thousand.

In the past, this amount wouldn’t have bought him a bottle of liquor.

What’s there to be so happy about?

“What the hell? You made me line up all morning, and now you tell me you’re out?”

“Boss, are you coming back to Zhongqiao tomorrow?”

“I’ll add twenty—anyone willing to spare me one MP4?”

A crowd of over a dozen men and women crowded around the booth, clamoring with complaints.

Chen Yansen, who had planned to pack up and go home, checked his phone—it was 10:30 a.m. If he made another trip, it would take at least forty minutes, but it was barely doable.

“Sen-ge, you stay here. I’ll go back with Huang Master to fetch more stock.”

Wang Zihao volunteered.

The hunger for profit in his eyes was so intense it seemed ready to burst forth.

“Huang Master, sorry to trouble you again.”

Chen Yansen turned to Huang Boxiang with polite courtesy.

“It’s nothing.”

Huang Boxiang nodded without hesitation and agreed immediately.

After all, Chen Yansen paid him two hundred yuan daily and covered fuel costs—another trip was no big deal.

“Haozi, four boxes of MP3s, two boxes of MP4s—don’t forget the freebies and accessories.”

Chen Yansen gave careful instructions.

“Got it!”

Wang Zihao gave a thumbs-up, then slipped into the passenger seat and waved goodbye.

Huang Boxiang didn’t waste a second—he slammed the accelerator, and the car shot down the country road like an arrow.

“Fellow villagers, my colleague is returning to the warehouse for more stock—it’ll take about forty minutes. Those willing to wait, please line up properly. We’ll serve you in order once the goods arrive.”

Chen Yansen walked toward the crowd, holding a loudspeaker and announcing loudly.

“Now that’s more like it!”

“We waited two hours—what’s another forty minutes?”

“Don’t even think of cutting in front—I’ll smash your dog-brain!”

“Ugh, my back’s killing me standing here.”

The forty-meter-long queue stirred briefly, then settled back into calm.

Few had the guts to fight near the Police Inspector’s office.

Except, of course, for verbal brawlers.

“Yansen-ge, congratulations.”

Wang Zihao sat quietly on the stool, kicking her feet aimlessly, gazing at Chen Yansen with intense admiration.

The three of them had made thirteen thousand six hundred yuan in one morning.

Even their parents would have to labor for half a year to save that much.

Chen Yansen did it in just a few hours.

“Congratulate me for what? Making money?”

Chen Yansen looked seriously at Wang Zihao.

At this moment, with her delicate eyebrows and peach-blossom eyes, even without makeup and with a touch of baby fat, she was stunningly beautiful.

“Of course I’m congratulating you on your plan succeeding—you won’t have to worry about Uncle Chen finding out and giving you a belt-and-bacon stir-fry.”

Wang Zihao wiped sweat from her forehead and smiled sweetly.

“I never worried.”

Chen Yansen’s lips curled slightly, his grin confident and bold—the fine beads of sweat along his jaw gleamed in the sunlight.

“Yansen-ge, when I grow up…”

Wang Zihao glanced around, then asked cautiously.

“No! Absolutely not! No discussion!”

Chen Yansen waved his hand, cutting her off instantly—his expression was uncharacteristically stern.

“I haven’t even finished speaking, and you’ve already refused—isn’t that a bit too harsh?”

Wang Zihao’s face stiffened, furious.

“I don’t think so.”

Chen Yansen recalled what Wang Zihao had done to him in his past life and let out a cold laugh.

After that, he ignored Wang Zihao entirely, letting her sulk while he pulled out his phone and opened Mobile QQ.

A string of notification sounds chimed!

“Chen Yansen, I heard from Haozi that you two signed up for the Daxiang Driving School’s C2 course. I’m not saying this to be mean, but you’re pathetic—I got my license last month.”

“Wanna play ball? My treat!”

“Fucking Chen Yansen, you’re not logging into QQ again!”

“Log on and reply—I’ve planned to go karaoke next week with Zhou Keyuan and Li Maimai. If you and Haozi are free, come along?”

The first chat window was Meng Jie—three consecutive days, one message each.

No wonder you’re still single at thirty—you can’t even speak to a guy with a gentle tone.

Chen Yansen shook his head and muttered a few criticisms.

“Actually, if you’re interested in me, you don’t need to learn about me through Wang Zihao.”

Seeing she was online, Chen Yansen quickly typed on the nine-key keypad and sent her a reply.

“Ding-ding-ding—”

On the other side of the screen, Meng Jie’s lips instantly curled into a barely concealed smile upon receiving Chen Yansen’s message.

But the moment she read the content, her smile froze—time itself seemed to halt.

Was she interested in Chen Yansen?

Of course she was.

She couldn’t deny it.

Though they’d been classmates for three years, their interactions had been minimal—limited to academics.

Before this, Chen Yansen had struck her as a weird, love-struck teenage boy—nowhere near handsome, with only decent grades, barely good enough for a second-tier university.

But at the graduation party, he had surprised her completely.

He’d changed his hairstyle to something clean and neat, and bluntly broke up with Zhou Keyuan.

That indifferent, carefree grin on his face stirred an inexplicable flutter in her chest.

Having never been in love, she didn’t even know if this counted as liking him.

Yet the thought of making Chen Yansen her boyfriend filled her with quiet resistance.

Though she’d never met a real scumbag, she firmly believed Chen Yansen was a textbook one.

But that strange emotion inside her tugged at her like an invisible hand, making her desperate to see him—even just to chat.

“Who’s interested in you? I said we’re brothers.”

Meng Jie paused, then replied in her usual bossy tone, trying to keep things platonic.

“Fine. Brothers. Let’s sleep together sometime.”

Chen Yansen replied.

“Damn it! Can you be serious?”

Meng Jie covered her face, heart pounding—she had no idea what this guy would say next.

“No ball games, no karaoke—I’m busy.”

The money-hungry Boss Chen declined outright. Teasing girls was just Chen Zong’s side job—making money was his main business.

“Who are you chatting with? You look so happy.”

Wang Zihao stole a glance, seeing his smiling face, and couldn’t help asking.

“Kids shouldn’t ask about things they don’t need to know.”

Chen Yansen smoothly tucked his phone away, refusing to let her see.

“Pfft—”

Wang Zihao pouted, fists raised, but seeing Chen Yansen unmoved, she sighed and slumped back onto her seat, chin propped on her hand, lost in thought.

Fortunately, the wait wasn’t long—soon, Wang Zihao returned with the stock.

The queue erupted again!

Brothers, anyone here?

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(End of chapter)