Chapter 27: This Car Cost 800,000—You Dare Touch It?

After waving goodbye to Song Yuncheng, Chen Yansen led Wang Zihao on a casual stroll around campus, getting familiar with the surroundings while helping to work off their meal.

"The senior said she has a boyfriend—are you still planning to chase her?"

Wang Zihao frowned and reminded him cautiously.

"She says it, so you believe it? Besides, why would I chase her instead of her chasing me?"

"When flowers bloom, butterflies come of their own accord; when the paulownia stands tall, the phoenix will surely alight. As long as you're outstanding enough, the initiative a girl takes will exceed your imagination."

Chen Yansen lifted his head and glanced at him, thinking: Brother, no wonder in your past life you were swindled out of half your fortune, and even your son wasn't your own—with that kind of eye for people, who could compete?

Wang Zihao froze for a moment, feeling Chen Yansen's words were downright arrogant, and a flicker of envy flashed through his eyes.

"Don't worry, as long as your old man has a bite to eat, you'll have a sip to drink."

Chen Yansen patted his shoulder and consoled him earnestly.

"Get lost!"

Wang Zihao's face darkened and he made as if to throw a punch, but his heart felt warm.

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. Chen Yansen pulled it out and saw the caller ID was Telecom's Gu Wenwen. After pressing answer, the other party asked him to come to the on-campus business hall to discuss tomorrow's campus card event plan together.

Chen Yansen agreed readily. After hanging up, he called Wang Zihao to get in the car and sped toward the business hall.

A few hundred meters, and they arrived in the blink of an eye.

The two had just pushed open the door and stepped out of the car when they saw several stocky boys surrounding them. The leader glanced at the car first, and his heart immediately flinched a little, but with his bros all around him, and unable to lose face, he could only brace himself and ask: "So it's you two who don't know the rules and stole our campus agent position?"

"What, you got a problem with that?"

Chen Yansen heard the words and immediately guessed their identity, so he raised an eyebrow and asked with a light laugh.

Open mouth, close mouth, all about rules—he wasn't going to indulge their stinking bad habits!

Just because they had a bit of influence among the students, did they really think they were big shots on the streets?

"Damn it! Zhou Ge, let's beat the crap out of him!"

Seeing Chen Yansen talk so cocky, giving no face at all, a hot-headed kid in the crowd instantly flew into a rage, pulled out a pair of nunchucks from behind him, and roared viciously.

"Wow! So fierce, I'm really a little scared!"

Chen Yansen's tone was full of mockery, not a trace of fear on his face, and he even kept on provoking them.

"Friends, we're all students of Xucheng Academy. You two just got here, and right off the bat you took our campus general agent position that we've held for two years, carried the whole pot away without even leaving us a sip of soup—isn't that a bit too much?"

Zhou Zekai stretched out his hand, held back his eager companion, and said unhurriedly.

"How about this—you work with me, and for every card you sell, I'll give you a 50 yuan commission."

To handle these eighteen- or nineteen-year-old, inexperienced young people, Chen Yansen naturally had it in the bag. With just two casual sentences, he made the other side show hesitation.

Among this group, apart from Zhou Zekai, the rest were all second-level agents, and their commission for selling cards was originally 50 yuan per card.

Thus, the only one whose interests were harmed was Zhou Zekai, the campus general agent.

"What about me?"

Zhou Zekai immediately sensed the atmosphere turning bad, his heart went thump, and he hurriedly pressed.

"You also get 50 yuan per card."

Chen Yansen chuckled and replied casually.

He looked down on Zhou Zekai from the bottom of his heart. This guy, relying on his identity as campus general agent, didn't sell a single card himself, but by skimming the difference, comfortably earned forty to fifty thousand a year lying down.

And all those campus cards sold were by second- and third-level agents, who braved temperatures over thirty degrees, running back and forth to pick up and drop off new students.

"Shit, if you work with me, I'll also give you a 50 yuan commission."

Zhou Zekai's eyes reddened and he shot back without backing down.

"Do you have agent rights? Can you get your hands on campus cards?"

Chen Yansen asked, going straight for the kill.

Relying on over a thousand card-registration records, he had successfully bypassed the regional agent and replaced Zhou Zekai—this was also the main reason for the other's fury.

His words were also like a heavy hammer, waking up Zhou Zekai's classmates.

Right—now that Zhou Ge no longer had his campus general agent status, the telecom staff on campus wouldn't even give him phone cards. If they kept following Zhou Zekai, they wouldn't even have the qualification to sell cards.

"Friends who want to sell cards, leave your contact info. Those who want to work against me, line up nicely and take a look at this car—Mercedes-Benz E300, landed at 798,000 yuan! Smash one piece of glass, or scratch off a panel of paint, and the insurance claim alone is at least eight thousand. If I don't show mercy, it's up to three years in prison."

Chen Yansen saw them all fall silent, so he let out a snort of laughter and said, leaning against the car.

The crowd couldn't help but gasp at the words.

They recognized the big Benz, but had assumed Chen Yansen was a student like them, driving at most a base-model Mercedes. They never expected that one of his cars was worth several apartments.

They couldn't help secretly rejoicing—good thing they hadn't acted impulsively just now, or they'd have gotten themselves into big trouble.

Some even unconsciously stepped back, afraid of brushing against the car.

"Are you really willing to give us a 50 yuan commission per card?"

After a moment of silence, a tall, thin boy wearing glasses was the first to break the deadlock.

"Li Hui, Zhou Ge treated you well, and you're the first to betray him."

The hot-headed kid with the nunchucks stared at Li Hui in disbelief.

"Zheng Xinyang, stop acting so high and mighty! Zhou Zekai treated me well? That's because I sold the most cards! He skimmed 20 yuan off every card from me—he made plenty."

Li Hui glared and roared.

"I-I also want to work with you guys."

Another person stepped out from the crowd and silently walked to Li Hui's side.

Then, like a domino effect, within just three minutes, only the hot-headed Zheng Xinyang was left by Zhou Zekai's side; the rest all crowded around Wang Zihao, busy adding contact info and joining the QQ group.

"You've all gone too far!"

Zheng Xinyang, like a complete idiot, kept cursing, but he didn't dare raise his nunchucks to give Chen Yansen's head—or his car—a whack.

In the end, even Zhou Zekai couldn't listen any longer, and hurriedly pulled him away with a sheepish look, slinking off.

"Clap clap clap—"

"No wonder Zhao Zong values this talent. A few words, and Zhou Zekai is wrapped right around his finger."

Just then, a woman in her thirties, still bearing a graceful charm, wearing a light grey suit, walked out of the business hall with Gu Wenwen, and praised Chen Yansen generously without the least stint.

"Chen Yansen, this is Meng Yaqin, the regional manager of Xucheng Academy. Get to know each other."

Gu Wenwen made the introduction.

"Sister Meng, pleasure to meet you, pleasure to meet you!"

Chen Yansen called out sweetly, his hands moving just as quickly—gently taking her hand, and the instant they touched he let go, the measure perfectly judged.

At the same time a suspicion stirred in his heart: Zhou Zekai had been able to track him down so precisely, most likely because this woman had leaked the information.

"It's hot out, let's go inside and chat."

Meng Yaqin smiled and proposed.

Chen Yansen naturally had no objection, and the three of them walked inside chatting and laughing. Wang Zihao, after dealing with Li Hui and his group, hurriedly caught up with the three.

The campus business hall wasn't large—only thirty-something square metres.

On the glass cabinet to the right, a dense pile of phone cards was stacked up, clearly campus cards prepared for tomorrow.

"Fifty cards per box, two thousand in total here. I see you came by car, so you can take them right back."

Meng Yaqin pointed at the pile of phone cards and said softly.

As she spoke, a flash of barely perceptible surprise crossed her eyes. One had to know that in the past, every campus general agent who took cards from her had to pay thirty yuan per card up front; only after deducting that portion was the remainder the agent's commission.

Yet Gu Wenwen had told her that Zhao Zong had specifically instructed that Chen Yansen need not prepay when collecting phone cards.

"Alright, Sister Meng."

Chen Yansen nodded in reply.

Afterwards, after some discussion, the three of them confirmed the time, location, promotional materials, posters, and procedure for tomorrow's event. Once all the details were settled, Meng Yaqin offered to treat the two to dinner, but Chen Yansen turned her down.

His reason was that he still had a meeting with the sub-agents in the evening, and the phone cards had to be split up among them, so they wouldn't be in a panic tomorrow.

Meng Yaqin expressed understanding and didn't insist, personally seeing the two of them out the door.

"Sen-ge, I've arranged it with the agents—meet at the basketball court at 7 p. m. tonight."

In the passenger seat, Wang Zihao put down his phone and said, looking at Chen Yansen.

Brothers, please follow along~ Whether we can get a recommendation depends on all of you!

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(End of chapter)