Chapter 22: Stirring the Chaos? Breaking It!

After watching the sunset, the three of them walked into a beef soup restaurant.

Wang Zihao insisted on treating everyone, and Chen Yansen and Meng Jie naturally didn’t argue with him—ever since he made money, his urge to treat others had skyrocketed; he wanted to pay for Chen Yansen’s meals all day long.

After the meal, Wang Zihao walked off alone toward Xicheng, while Chen Yansen offered to see Meng Jie home; they strolled slowly, ambling toward her house.

“I prepared this for you—I almost thought I wouldn’t need to use it.”

As he spoke, Chen Yansen pulled out a red envelope from his pocket and teased with a smile.

“For me?”

Meng Jie blinked in surprise, then immediately realized—the money was clearly her reward for helping Chen Yansen sell goods.

“You really think I’d let you work for free?”

Chen Yansen walked ahead with his hands behind his back, like an old man, a look of disdain on his face.

The red envelope had been ready for days—Meng Jie kept refusing to go out, so it had sat in his pocket for four or five days, probably reeking of sweat.

“Humanity’s Flame +0.2!”

A semi-transparent string of text floated past his vision; Chen Yansen sucked his teeth and muttered under his breath: “Pathetically small.”

“When are you planning to report to school?”

Meng Jie suddenly asked.

“The 31st—I need to get there a day early, so I won’t be able to go with you.”

Chen Yansen replied without hesitation—he’d clearly already planned it out.

“Who said I wanted to go with you? I haven’t even decided whether to retake the exam.”

Meng Jie was being contrary; she contradicted him mainly because his confident gaze stirred her rebellious spirit.

“Really?”

Chen Yansen smiled, said nothing more, and kept walking.

Only when Meng Jie spotted her house did she realize for the first time that the same stretch of road could feel utterly different when walked with different people.

In a house just meters away, Meng Zhenguo stood with his wife in the living room, pointing at Chen Yansen: “That’s the kid!”

“Tall and handsome—he’s definitely why our little Jie doesn’t want to retake the exam.”

Meng’s mother squinted, studied him carefully, then smiled warmly in praise, as if a mother-in-law sizing up her future son-in-law.

“This kid’s trouble—he’ll be unfaithful someday, and little Jie will get hurt.”

Meng Zhenguo slapped his thigh, his eyes filled with worry.

From the first glance, he’d disliked Chen Yansen; after a brief conversation, he was even more certain—the boy was emotionally intelligent and deeply calculating, destined for great success.

But in his mind, the ideal son-in-law had to be hardworking, loyal, and steady.

“You’re not a fortune-teller—does being handsome mean he’s unreliable? Do you want little Jie to marry some ugly monster?”

Meng’s mother scoffed at his opinion; she was growing more pleased by the second.

“You two have the same terrible taste in people.”

Meng Zhenguo stamped his foot and concluded angrily.

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The distance between Chunshen and Xucheng is roughly 180 li—two hours by expressway, three and a half by national road.

In his past life, Chen Yansen took a long-distance bus and endured over four hours of bumpy travel before reaching Xucheng College’s West Campus.

Then he switched to a campus shuttle, which took another half-hour; by the time he reached the registration point, he was utterly exhausted.

He had no intention of enduring the same suffering a second time.

He directly asked Huang Boxiang to recommend a reliable car rental company; with insurance included, the daily rate for a black Mercedes E300 was only 800 yuan.

Luckily, the company had an office in Xucheng, so he wouldn’t even have to return the car.

August 31st, 8:00 a.m.

After bidding farewell to Old Chen, Chen Yansen drove a fully black Mercedes E300, picked up Wang Zihao in Xicheng, then sped onto the He-Xu Expressway, where the dense traffic finally thinned out.

“Brother Sen, we’ve collected 1,154 registered card applications so far. Also, following your method, I created a group full of second- and third-year part-timers—they went wild when they heard we’re offering fifty yuan per card commission.”

Wang Zihao, in the passenger seat, boasted proudly.

“Before the three telecom operators’ campus general agents catch on, we must secure the agency rights—if we don’t, we’ll have to delete our QQ account, bury this whole thing forever, and never speak of it again.”

Chen Yansen nodded, his expression serious.

“Haha, looks like we’ve got no choice but to succeed.”

After his trials, Wang Zihao wasn’t nervous—he was practically eager to jump in.

Meanwhile.

Xucheng Telecom Service Center.

Zhao Maolin stared blankly after hanging up his phone; five minutes earlier, Zhang, the manager in charge of campus cards for China Unicom, and Zhou, the manager for China Mobile’s campus cards, had both called him, speaking sarcastically and accusing him of underhanded dealings.

The secondary agent commission for a campus phone card had always been fixed at thirty yuan, ensuring profits for secondary agents, campus general agents, and regional agents, so university students would work hard for them.

But now someone was offering fifty yuan—clearly trying to break the longstanding tacit agreement and seize more market share.

“But I didn’t do it!”

Zhao Maolin was baffled, muttering under his breath.

After a moment’s thought, he called the regional manager at Xucheng College, asking him to probe the situation and find out which clueless campus general agent had gone mad for money and openly violated the rules.

On the other side.

Chen Yansen drove off the expressway and headed straight down Shengli Road toward the city center’s telecom service center.

He knew full well that once he contacted secondary campus agents, someone would immediately sense something was off.

Every second from now on was critical to him!

Twenty minutes later.

“Click.”

The car door slowly opened; Chen Yansen stepped out, Wang Zihao right behind him; both still wore crisp suits, striding purposefully into the service center.

“Hello, I’m the campus card general agent for Xucheng College. I made an appointment with Manager Zhao for today’s meeting—could you please call him for me? Thank you!”

As soon as he entered, Chen Yansen quickly locked onto his target, strode up to a young female attendant in uniform, and smiled warmly.

“Campus agent? Wasn’t that handled by the regional manager before?”

The attendant looked up, scanned him from head to toe; seeing his tall, handsome appearance and immaculate attire, along with his warm, radiant smile, she felt more trust and goodwill toward him.

“Yes, there have been some changes this year.”

Chen Yansen smiled faintly, showing no sign of panic, and spun a casual lie.

“Oh, then wait a moment.”

The attendant nodded, didn’t suspect a thing, and turned toward the office.

“Tap-tap-tap.”

“Manager Zhao, there’s a campus agent from Xucheng College outside—he says he made an appointment with you. Should I let him in?”

The attendant saw the office door was open and asked from the doorway.

“I didn’t make any appointment with a campus agent.”

Zhao Maolin was already annoyed—he had no time to deal with some random agent.

In his view, if any random person could just show up and talk business with him, what use were his regional managers?

The attendant froze in place—she never expected Chen Yansen was a fraud.

Thank goodness Manager Zhao hadn’t yelled at her!

Thinking this, she turned to go back and confront Chen Yansen!

“Wait! Bring him in!”

Just as the attendant turned, Zhao Maolin suddenly realized—he changed expression instantly and raised his voice.

At this critical moment, someone showing up unannounced was almost certainly here to disrupt things!

He wanted to see exactly who was behind this sabotage!

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