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

After waving goodbye to Song Yuncheng, Chen Yansen led Wang Zihao around campus, strolling to familiarize himself with the surroundings and digest his meal.

“Your senior said she has a boyfriend—still planning to chase her?”

Wang Zihao frowned, cautiously reminding him.

“You believe her? Besides, why should I chase her instead of her chasing me?”

“Where there’s fragrance, butterflies come; where the phoenix tree grows, the phoenix arrives. As long as you’re good enough, girls will chase you harder than you can imagine.”

Chen Yansen lifted his head to glance at him, thinking: Brother, no wonder in your last life someone swindled half your fortune and your son wasn’t even yours—your judgment is that bad.

Wang Zihao paused slightly, feeling Chen Yansen’s words were ridiculously arrogant, and couldn’t help but flicker a look of envy.

“Don’t worry—while I’ve got food, you’ve got drink.”

Chen Yansen patted his shoulder, offering heartfelt reassurance.

“Go to hell!”

Wang Zihao scowled, feigning a punch, but inside he felt warm.

“Vrrr—”

His phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out—the caller ID showed Telecom Gu Wenwen. After answering, she asked him to visit the campus service center to discuss tomorrow’s campus card promotion plan.

Chen Yansen readily agreed, hung up, and signaled Wang Zihao to get in the car as they sped toward the service center.

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

As soon as they stepped out of the car, several burly boys surrounded them. The leader glanced at the car and felt a twinge of fear, but surrounded by his buddies, he had to force himself to ask: “You two broke the rules and stole our campus agent position?”

“What, you got a problem?”

Hearing this, Chen Yansen instantly guessed their identity. He raised an eyebrow and smirked.

All they talked about was “rules”—he wasn’t going to indulge their bullshit.

Just because they had some influence among students, did they really think they were gangsters?

“Fuck! Brother Zhou, let’s take him down!”

One hothead in the crowd, enraged by Chen Yansen’s arrogance, pulled a nunchaku from behind his back and roared fiercely.

“Wow! So scary—I’m actually a little frightened!”

Chen Yansen’s tone dripped with mockery; his face showed zero fear, even escalating the provocation.

“Friend, we’re all students of Xucheng College. You two just arrived and snatched away our two-year campus general agent—cleaned out the whole pot, not even leaving a drop of broth. Isn’t that a bit too much?”

Zhou Zekai raised his hand to stop his eager companions and spoke calmly.

“How about this—you join me. For every card sold, I give you fifty yuan commission.”

Dealing with these eighteen- to nineteen-year-olds, inexperienced and naive, Chen Yansen had it in the bag. Two casual words made their expressions hesitate.

Among them, besides Zhou Zekai, everyone else were secondary agents, who already earned fifty yuan per card.

Thus, the only one whose profit was truly harmed was Zhou Zekai, the campus general agent.

“What about me?”

Zhou Zekai immediately sensed the atmosphere turning sour, his heart sinking—he quickly asked.

“You get fifty yuan per card too.”

Chen Yansen chuckled lightly and replied offhandedly.

He looked down on Zhou Zekai—this guy, relying on his title as campus general agent, sold zero cards, just pocketing the spread, making a comfortable 40,000 to 50,000 yuan a year.

All those cards sold? They were pushed by secondary and tertiary agents, sweating through 30-degree heat, shuttling freshmen and sophomores back and forth.

“Fine, if you follow me, I’ll give you fifty yuan per card too.”

Zhou Zekai’s eyes turned red as he shot back defiantly.

“Do you even have agency rights? Can you even get campus cards?”

Chen Yansen asked, striking at the core.

With over a thousand card application records, he had bypassed regional agents and replaced Zhou Zekai—that was why the man was furious.

His words struck like a hammer, jolting Zhou Zekai’s companions awake.

Right—now that Zhou Ge had lost his title, the telecom staff wouldn’t give him any cards. If they kept following Zhou Zekai, they’d lose their right to sell cards entirely.

“If you want to sell cards, leave your contact info. If you want to join me, line up. Look at this car—Mercedes E300, delivered for 798,000 yuan. Break one window or scratch one panel? Minimum damage assessment is eight thousand yuan. If I don’t forgive you, you’re looking at under three years in prison.”

Seeing their silence, Chen Yansen sneered, leaning against the car.

Everyone gasped in shock.

They knew what a Mercedes was—but assumed Chen Yansen, like them, was just a student driving a stripped-down model. They never imagined his car was worth more than several apartments.

They silently thanked their luck—thank god they hadn’t acted impulsively, or they’d have invited serious trouble.

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

“You really will give us fifty yuan per card?”

After a moment of silence, a tall, thin boy wearing glasses broke the standoff.

“Li Hui, Zhou Ge treated you well—how can you be the first to betray him?”

The hothead with the nunchaku stared at Li Hui in disbelief.

“Zheng Xinyang, stop pretending to be pure! Zhou Zekai treated me well? Because I sold the most cards—he made twenty yuan profit off every single one!”

Li Hui shouted, glaring.

“I—I want to join you too.”

Another voice emerged from the crowd. The speaker stepped forward quietly and stood beside Li Hui.

Then, like dominoes falling, within three minutes, only Zheng Xinyang remained beside Zhou Zekai—all others clustered around Wang Zihao, scrambling to exchange contacts and join QQ groups.

“You’re going too far!”

Zheng Xinyang, acting like an idiot, kept cursing—but he dared not swing his nunchaku at Chen Yansen’s head or his car.

Even Zhou Zekai couldn’t bear it anymore—he pulled Zheng Xinyang away, slinking off in shame.

“Clap, clap, clap—”

“No wonder Zhao Zong values you—three words and you crushed Zhou Zekai completely.”

At that moment, a thirty-something woman, still elegant in a light gray suit, stepped out of the service center with Gu Wenwen, lavishing praise on Chen Yansen.

“Chen Yansen, this is Meng Yaqin, regional manager of Xucheng College. Get to know each other.”

Gu Wenwen introduced them.

“Sister Meng, nice to meet you!”

Chen Yansen spoke sweetly, but his hands moved just as fast—he gently shook her hand, then released it immediately, with perfect poise.

Internally, he wondered: Zhou Zekai must have gotten his info from this woman.

“It’s hot—let’s go inside and talk.”

Meng Yaqin smiled and suggested.

Chen Yansen had no objection. He walked in chatting and laughing with the two women, while Wang Zihao finished dealing with Li Hui’s group and hurried to catch up.

The campus service center was small—only about thirty square meters.

On the right, a glass counter was piled high with dense stacks of phone cards—clearly prepared for tomorrow’s campus card campaign.

“Fifty cards per box—there are 2,000 cards total. I see you came by car—perfect, take them back.”

Meng Yaqin pointed to the pile and spoke softly.

As she spoke, a flicker of barely noticeable surprise crossed her eyes—normally, campus general agents had to pay thirty yuan per card upfront; only after deduction did they receive their commission.

But Gu Wenwen had told her Zhao Zong specifically instructed: Chen Yansen didn’t need to pay anything upfront.

“Alright, Sister Meng.”

Chen Yansen nodded.

After further discussion, the three finalized tomorrow’s event time, location, promotional materials, and procedures. When all details were settled, Meng Yaqin invited them to dinner, but Chen Yansen declined.

His reason: he had to meet the agents tonight, distribute the cards individually, and avoid chaos tomorrow.

Meng Yaqin understood and didn’t insist, personally seeing them off.

“Bro, I confirmed with the agents—they’ll meet at the basketball court at 7 PM.”

Wang Zihao put down his phone in the passenger seat and looked at Chen Yansen.

Brothers, please follow along~ Our push depends on you!

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(End of Chapter)