Chapter 15: Good Brothers, Sleep Together

Two hours later.

Wang Ziyan, carrying the last empty cardboard box, beamed at Chen Yansen and reported, "All sold out!"

In less than three hours, 200 MP3 players and 100 MP4 players were sold out.

"Holy crap! One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand—Chen Yansen, we're rich!"

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

"Young people are so easily satisfied!"

Chen Yansen smiled faintly, muttering to himself: a turnover of around thirty thousand, with profit merely thirteen thousand.

Back in the old days, that amount wouldn't even buy him a bottle of liquor.

What the hell is there to be happy about!

"What's going on? We waited in line all morning, and now you're telling us you're out of stock?"

"Boss, will you be coming back to Chongqiao tomorrow?"

"I'll add twenty! Who can spare me an MP4 player!"

The crowd buzzed with noise; a dozen men and women surrounded the booth, voicing their complaints in a cacophony.

Chen Yansen, who had originally planned to pack up and go home, raised his hand to check his phone. It was ten-thirty in the morning. If he made another trip, it would take at least forty minutes, but he could just barely make it in time.

"Brother Sen, you stay here. I'll go back with Master Huang to fetch the goods."

Wang Zihao volunteered.

The desire to make money in his eyes was so intense it seemed ready to burst forth.

"Master Huang, then I'll trouble you to make another trip."

Chen Yansen turned and politely addressed Huang Boxiang.

"It's no trouble."

Huang Boxiang nodded without hesitation and agreed at once.

After all, Chen Yansen paid him two hundred yuan daily and covered the vehicle's fuel costs; making another trip was truly no big deal for him.

"Haozi, four boxes of MP3 players, two boxes of MP4 players, and don't forget the freebies and accessories."

Chen Yansen carefully instructed him.

"Rest assured!"

Wang Zihao flashed an 'OK' gesture, then climbed into the passenger seat, waving goodbye to the two of them.

Huang Boxiang didn't dare delay; he slammed the accelerator to the floor, and the car shot away like an arrow along the country road.

"Folks, my colleague is now returning to the warehouse to fetch more stock. It's expected to take forty minutes. Friends willing to wait, please line up properly. Once the goods arrive, we'll sell in order."

Chen Yansen walked toward the crowd, holding a megaphone, and announced loudly.

"Now that's more like it!"

"We've already waited two hours; do I lack forty minutes?"

"Anyone in front trying to cut the line, I'll beat your dog brain out!"

"Ouch, my waist hurts from standing."

The queue, stretching dozens of meters, initially erupted into a small commotion but quickly settled back into calm.

Because very few people truly had the guts to start a fight right at the entrance of the Inspection Station.

Of course, except for those who only fight with words.

"Brother Yansen, congratulations to you."

Wang Ziyan sat obediently on the stool, her feet kicking aimlessly, her gaze toward Chen Yansen filled with intense admiration.

The three of them, in one morning, earned thirteen thousand six hundred!

To put it in perspective, that sum would require their parents to work hard and save for over half a year.

Yet Chen Yansen did it in just a few hours.

"Congratulations for what? For making money?"

Chen Yansen looked seriously at Wang Ziyan.

At that moment, with her slender eyebrows and peach-blossom eyes, even without a trace of makeup and even with a bit of baby fat, she was still impossibly beautiful.

"Naturally, I'm congratulating you on your plan succeeding, so you no longer have to worry about Uncle Chen discovering it and treating you to a belt stir-fried with pork strips."

Wang Ziyan wiped the sweat from her forehead and replied with a smile.

"I never worried."

Chen Yansen's lips curled slightly, his smile extremely confident and flamboyant; the fine sweat on his jawline shimmered under the sunlight.

"Brother Yansen, when I grow up..."

Wang Ziyan glanced around cautiously and then asked timidly.

"No! Absolutely not! No discussion!"

Chen Yansen waved his hand, cutting her off immediately, his expression more serious than ever before.

"I haven't even finished speaking, and you've already rejected me outright. Isn't that a bit excessive?"

Wang Ziyan's face stiffened, and she said angrily.

"I don't think so."

Chen Yansen recalled Wang Ziyan's actions toward him in his previous life, then let out a cold sneer.

After speaking, he simply ignored Wang Ziyan, letting her stew in her anger, while he took out his phone and opened Mobile QQ.

A string of notification sounds rang out!

"Chen Yansen, I heard from Haozi that you two signed up for Huang Daxiang Driving School's C2 training course. Not to say it, but you're too lame; I got my driver's license last month."

"Want to come out and play ball? My treat!"

"Damn it, Chen Yansen, you're not logging into QQ again!"

"Log on and reply to me. Next week I've arranged to sing karaoke with Zhou Xue and Li Maimai. If you and Haozi are free, come along?"

The first chat window was from Meng Jie, a message every day for three consecutive days.

No wonder you're still single at thirty; when talking to guys, you don't even know how to use a gentler tone.

Chen Yansen shook his head and couldn't help but mutter a couple of complaints.

"Actually, if you were interested in me, you wouldn't need to find out about me through Wang Zihao."

Seeing she was online, Chen Yansen quickly tapped on his nine-grid keyboard and sent her a reply.

"Beep beep beep—"

On the other side of the screen, when Meng Jie received the message from Chen Yansen, a barely concealable look of joy instantly bloomed on her lips.

The moment she saw the content of the message, the smile on her face suddenly froze, as if time itself had stopped.

Was she interested in Chen Yansen?

Definitely.

She couldn't deny that!

Although they had been classmates for three years, their past interactions were not many, limited merely to academic matters.

Before this, Chen Yansen's impression on her was that of a non-mainstream, early-dating little boy, having nothing to do with handsomeness; his only merit was that his grades were passable, but only at the second-tier university level, far from being a top scholar.

However, at the previous graduation party, the other party had made her feel refreshed and surprised.

He not only changed to a fresh and clean hairstyle but also bluntly and decisively proposed a 'breakup' to Zhou Keyuan.

The look of indifference mixed with recklessness on his face made a indescribable flutter rise in her heart.

Having never been in a relationship, she actually couldn't figure out if this counted as liking someone?

But if Chen Yansen were truly to become her boyfriend, she felt a vague resistance deep inside.

Although she had never seen a scumbag, she firmly believed from the bottom of her heart that Chen Yansen was absolutely a standard scumbag.

Yet that nameless emotion in her heart was like an invisible hand pulling her, making her unable to hold back her desire to see Chen Yansen, even if it was just to chat simply.

"Who's interested in you? I said, we are all brothers."

Meng Jie pondered for a moment, still adopting the tone of a big sister, trying to call Chen Yansen her brother.

"Fine then, good brother, let's sleep together when we have time."

Chen Yansen replied.

"Damn it! Can't you be serious?"

Meng Jie covered her face with both hands, her heart pounding; for a guy like Chen Yansen, she simply couldn't guess what the other party would say next.

"Forget playing ball or singing; I don't have time."

Boss Chen, busy making money, flatly refused; teasing girls was just Boss Chen's side hustle, while making money was his main business.

"Who are you chatting with, so happily?"

Wang Ziyan stole a glance, and seeing his smiling appearance, couldn't help but ask.

"You little kid, don't pry into things you shouldn't know!"

Chen Yansen smoothly put away his phone, not giving her a look at all.

"Tch—"

Wang Ziyan pouted, raising a pair of pink fists, but seeing Chen Yansen remain unmoved, she helplessly returned to her seat, propped her chin, and silently stared into space.

Fortunately, the waiting time was not long; in no time, Wang Zihao returned with the goods.

The group immediately stirred up again!

Brothers, is anyone there?

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(End of this chapter)