Chapter 36: Two Days, 370,000 Yuan! 20 Points of Human Flame (32k Requesting Follow)

After leaving Huamao, Chen Yansen stopped by a brokerage firm to retrieve the account documents for Senhai.

“You started a company?”

Wang Zihao’s mouth hung open in shock.

He had planned to tell Chen Yansen that he’d been elected class monitor, but upon realizing the other was already a company boss, he suddenly felt nothing to boast about.

“It’s still just a shell company—no employees yet.”

Though Chen Yansen spoke those words, his smile deepened, clearly pleased and holding high hopes for Senhai’s future.

“By the way, what were you about to say just now?”

Chen Yansen turned the steering wheel left, turning onto Shengli Road toward the service center.

“At yesterday’s class meeting, our counselor had us run for class monitor—I got the most votes.”

Wang Zihao adjusted his mood and grinned.

“Congratulations! Now you’ll get even darker! I even prepared your sick leave slip—guess you won’t need it now.”

Chen Yansen smiled faintly, sounding slightly regretful.

“Sick leave slip?”

Wang Zihao froze, then asked urgently: “You’re not planning to join the military training?”

“Senhai’s paperwork just came through—I’ve got to find a place, buy computers, buy servers—where’s the time to sunbathe with you guys?”

Chen Yansen teased with a laugh.

That was another reason he didn’t want to be class monitor—Guo Dongchen wouldn’t easily grant him leave if he held that title.

“Then—”

Wang Zihao stammered, managing only one word before falling silent.

“The early stage is all preparation—once the project launches, I’ll definitely take you on a big ride. Don’t worry.”

Chen Yansen glanced at him and said seriously.

Even if Wang Zihao stayed quiet, he’d drag him along—more employees meant more sources of human flame.

As they spoke, the service center’s entrance came into view.

Chen Yansen parked the car, straightened his collar, and stepped inside; Wang Zihao followed right behind.

“Wenwen, long time no see—hug!”

Chen Yansen opened his arms toward Gu Wenwen.

“Don’t even think about it! We saw each other yesterday! Manager Zhao’s in his office—just walk right in.”

Gu Wenwen swatted his hands away, giving him a playful scowl.

“See you.”

Chen Yansen waved briskly, sidestepped Gu Wenwen, and headed straight for the office.

“Oh my! Young Brother Chen’s here! You should’ve warned me—I’d have come out to greet you!”

Hearing the noise, Zhao Maolin stepped out, clapped Chen Yansen on the shoulder, then pulled him into the office, nodding at Wang Zihao as a greeting.

“Brother Zhao, you’re too kind—if you say that, I won’t dare visit again next time.”

Chen Yansen gripped Zhao Maolin’s hand, acting like two close brothers.

“Xiao Chen, what tea would you like?”

Zhao Maolin opened a cabinet, revealing a row of tightly packed tea tins, each beautifully packaged and labeled with the tea’s name.

“Houkui.”

Chen Yansen glanced casually and replied indifferently, then sat down on the sofa.

Zhao Maolin gave Chen Yansen a thoughtful look, asked about Wang Zihao’s preference, then began brewing tea slowly.

On this second meeting, Zhao Maolin observed Chen Yansen with even greater precision—from posture and demeanor, to tea preference, to how he held the cup—none of it matched someone from a humble background.

The two sipped tea and chatted softly.

Zhao Maolin feigned casualness but kept steering the conversation toward domestic and international economic trends, hoping to catch Chen Yansen off guard—only to find the other responded effortlessly, even using technical terms Zhao Maolin had never heard.

Zhao Maolin chuckled awkwardly and changed the subject: “Xiao Chen, what’s your take on mobile networks?”

Telecommunications was his field of expertise, which he had devoted over a decade to.

“The golden age of mobile internet is coming! PC business will inevitably decline—soon, ordinary people may need phones far more than computers.”

Chen Yansen sneered inwardly—Zhao Maolin’s odd behavior raised his guard; he suspected the man had used connections to probe his background.

But hadn’t fully figured him out, so he kept testing his mettle.

“Oh? Any basis for that?”

Zhao Maolin remained noncommittal, asking calmly.

“Sprint in the U.S. is testing small-scale 4G base stations in California using the latest microwave networking tech—our three major carriers are doing similar things.”

“From 3G to 4G means faster speeds—today’s phones can only load images and text, but in the future, they might become mini laptops.”

Chen Yansen spoke fluently.

In his past life, he often drank and boasted with CEOs in Shanghai circles, chatting about any topic.

In those settings, if you couldn’t keep up, you wouldn’t be mocked—but you’d be looked down upon.

Chen Yansen was among the best at boasting—and at pretending.

At this point, Zhao Maolin had abandoned the idea of withholding Chen Yansen’s recharge commission—even if the young man had no family background, his ability, insight, and sharp judgment of the times guaranteed future success.

Not worth creating an enemy over a few hundred thousand.

Besides, if he showed goodwill, he might gain a capable ally.

“Xiao Chen, come work for me after graduation—I’ll arrange your position and official slot. Interested?”

Zhao Maolin paused, then asked seriously—he truly felt admiration for talent.

“Thank you, Brother Zhao, for your offer.”

Chen Yansen didn’t refuse—no need to—though he thought: Working with you? Would my rebirth mean nothing?

Talking about phones, Zhao Maolin suddenly remembered something, picked up the phone, gave a few instructions, and within two minutes, Gu Wenwen entered carrying two boxes.

“The latest smartphone from the Land of the Free—the iPhone 4. You young folks will love it.”

Zhao Maolin grinned, handing out two phones worth five thousand each.

“Brother Zhao, could you get two more—white ones?”

Chen Yansen’s eyes lit up—he’d long wanted to ditch his Nokia N78; though the iPhone 4 was still electronic trash to him, it was still better than Symbian.

Zhao Maolin’s expression stiffened—the kid wasn’t shy at all; four phones meant over twenty thousand—his heart ached.

“Brother Zhao, I’ll pay for them myself.”

Chen Yansen noticed his hesitation and quickly added.

“Xiao Chen, that’s too formal—it’s like slapping your brother’s face! Wenwen, get two more white ones for Young Brother Chen.”

Though Zhao Maolin felt pain inside, he forced a stern, generous expression.

Chen Yansen accepted without hesitation, showing no courtesy—he knew Zhao Maolin would recoup far more from him.

Hmph, these phones were mine to begin with!

Later, he and Wang Zihao stayed in Zhao Maolin’s office until dusk, then all three drove together to the Galaxy Star parking lot.

No wonder it was the largest KTV in Xucheng—the interior glittered with opulence, and the girls the manager brought over were all stunning, with flawless curves.

“The third girl on the left—sit next to my brother—he likes big ones.”

Chen Yansen lounged lazily on the sofa, pointing at a girl up front, speaking like a seasoned patron—no awkwardness, no shame.

Back then, the livestreaming industry hadn’t yet sparked its cutthroat competition—the girls here were more beautiful and better-built than those a decade later.

“Young Brother Chen, tonight you must have fun!”

Zhao Maolin unbuttoned his tie, raised his glass, and shouted loudly.

“Zihao, don’t just drink—get your hands on one. Brother Zhao paid for this—don’t waste his generosity.”

Chen Yansen clinked glasses with Zhao Maolin, then teased as he watched Wang Zihao’s timid, nervous expression.

“What’s wrong? My little brother’s shy—you’re shy too?”

Zhao Maolin stomped over, eyes blazing, face dark.

The girl panicked, grabbed Wang Zihao’s hand, and pressed it firmly against her chest.

“Hahaha! Now that’s more like it!”

Zhao Maolin tugged at his collar, swaying to the music—unrecognizable from his daytime manager persona.

“Brother Zhao, I picked this one especially for you—it suits your vibe.”

Chen Yansen pulled out a watch, smoothly sliding it onto Zhao Maolin’s wrist.

“No no no! I really can’t accept this!”

Zhao Maolin quickly shook his head—he’d seen the invoice inside the box and understood the intent.

Accept it and there’d be no favor left—just a transaction.

“Brother Zhao, I truly mean to give it to you.”

Chen Yansen pushed the watch forward, expression earnest.

“Young Brother Chen, I truly can’t accept it—our brotherhood can’t be measured in money.”

Zhao Maolin set down his glass, speaking seriously.

“I was thoughtless—I’ll drink a cup as punishment!”

Chen Yansen understood—he wanted a favor, not a deal, even if it was still a transaction, it was far more dignified.

The drinking session finally ended at one a.m.

“Brother Sen, a girl costs two thousand yuan? Just for a few hours?”

Wang Zihao got in the car, lowered his voice, and complained with a pained expression.

The evening’s expenses were naturally covered by Chen Yansen.

Zhao Maolin refused to take the watch and instead gave him four more phones; morally and emotionally, Chen Yansen had to return the favor.

“Driver, to the East Campus of Xucheng College.”

Chen Yansen said nothing, told the chauffeur the destination, then closed his eyes and leaned back to rest.

This body was still young, having barely endured the trials of drinking circles—after one night, his head was already foggy.

In no time, he fell into a deep sleep.

Wang Zihao, however, felt no sleepiness; his mind replayed the warm, soft touch and the two-thousand-yuan price, and for the first time, he felt regret, cursing himself for not touching longer.

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The next morning, Chen Yansen rubbed his throbbing head, picked up the phone beside the bed, and upon seeing the text, immediately grinned.

“Your account 0129 received a deposit of 582,400.00 yuan on September 4 at 08:03. Balance: 682,846.40 yuan…”

The campus card commission had arrived!

After deducting the secondary agent’s cut, he netted three hundred seventy thousand yuan, plus twenty points of Humanitarian Flame!

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