Chapter 36: Earned 370,000 in Two Days! 20 Points of Human Kindling (32k, please follow)

After leaving Huamao, Chen Yansen detoured to the agency and picked up Senhai's account-opening documents.

"You started a company?"

Wang Zihao's mouth hung wide open, his face full of surprise.

He had originally wanted to tell Chen Yansen that he'd been elected class monitor last night, but the moment he remembered the other was already a company boss, he suddenly felt there was nothing to brag about.

"Right now it's still just a shell company, not a single employee."

Though Chen Yansen said that with his mouth, the smile on his face was clearly even broader—obviously in a good mood, with high hopes for Senhai's future.

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

Chen Yansen turned the steering wheel left, swung onto Shengli Road, and headed toward the business hall.

"Yesterday at the class meeting, the counselor had us run for class monitor, and I got the most votes."

Wang Zihao adjusted his mindset and said with a grin.

"Congrats! Next you'll be getting tanned even darker! I already had a sick note ready for you, but looks like you won't be needing it now."

Chen Yansen said with a faint smile and a touch of regret.

"Sick note?"

Wang Zihao froze, then pressed, "You weren't planning to take part in military training?"

"Senhai's paperwork just came through, I have to busy myself finding a venue, buying computers, buying servers—where would I find 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—after all, with the title of class monitor hanging on him, Guo Dongchen certainly wouldn't approve his leave easily.

"Then—"

Wang Zihao hemmed and hawed, squeezing out only one word after a long pause, then trailed off again.

"The early stage is mainly prep work. Once the project goes live, bro will definitely take you on for a big push. Don't worry."

Chen Yansen glanced at him and said earnestly.

Even if Wang Zihao stayed silent, he would still drag him in to work together—because one more employee meant one more source of kindling for him.

As they spoke, the business hall's front door gradually came into view.

Chen Yansen parked the car, straightened his collar, and strode inside; Wang Zihao followed close behind him.

"Wenwen-jie, long time no see, hug hug."

Chen Yansen spread his arms and stepped toward Gu Wenwen.

"Cut it out! We literally just saw each other yesterday! Manager Zhao is in his office, just go straight in."

Gu Wenwen swatted his hand away and shot him an exasperated glare.

"See you."

Chen Yansen gave a crisp wave, stepped around Gu Wenwen, and headed straight for the office.

"Oh! Little Chen's here—give me a heads-up next time so I can greet you at the door."

Hearing the noise, Zhao Maolin stepped out, first clapped Chen Yansen on the shoulder, then threw an arm around him and walked him into the office, nodding at Wang Zihao along the way as a greeting.

"Brother Zhao, you're too kind. If you keep talking like that, I won't dare show up next time."

Chen Yansen gripped Zhao Maolin's hand, putting on a show of deep brotherly affection.

"Little Chen, what tea would you like?"

Zhao Maolin pulled open a cabinet, revealing a row of densely packed tea canisters, each exquisitely and lavishly packaged, with labels bearing the tea's name.

"Hou Kui."

Chen Yansen gave a casual glance and replied offhandedly, then sat down on the sofa.

Zhao Maolin gave Chen Yansen a meaningful look, then asked Wang Zihao his preference as well, and only then unhurriedly began to brew tea.

Meeting again, Zhao Maolin's covert observation of Chen Yansen grew even more meticulous—from his posture and bearing, to his tea preferences, to the way he held his cup—nothing like a child from some small, humble household.

The two sipped tea and chatted softly.

Zhao Maolin seemed casual, yet kept steering the conversation toward domestic and international economic trends, thinking he could draw out some slip from Chen Yansen—but to his surprise, the other handled it with ease, and even threw out certain technical terms Zhao Maolin himself had never heard.

Zhao Maolin laughed awkwardly and quickly changed the subject: "Little Chen, what's your take on the mobile internet space?"

The telecom industry was a field he had plowed for over a decade, so naturally he was more at home there.

"The golden age of mobile internet is about to arrive! PC business will definitely decline step by step. In the future, ordinary people's demand for phones might far exceed that for computers."

Chen Yansen sneered inwardly. Zhao Maolin's odd behavior put him on guard—he guessed the other had most likely pulled some strings to try to probe his background.

But since he hadn't fully figured it out, he'd been testing Chen Yansen's mettle all along.

"Oh, any basis for that?"

Zhao Maolin neither agreed nor disagreed, asking in a flat tone.

"Across the Pacific, Sprint is using the latest microwave internet technology in California to run small-scale 4G base station trials, and our country's three major operators are making similar moves."

"Going from 3G to 4G means networks will get faster and faster. Take phones, for example—this year's network can only load images and text, but in the future, they might just become a small laptop."

Chen Yansen spoke at length with ease.

In his past life, he often drank and bragged with the bosses in the Hucheng circle, chatting about every topic under the sun.

In those settings, if you couldn't keep up with the conversation, you might not be laughed at outright, but you'd inevitably be looked down on.

And Chen Yansen was the best at bragging and the best at putting on airs among them.

At this point, Zhao Maolin had given up the idea of holding back Chen Yansen's recharge commission. Even if the other truly had no family background, based solely on Chen Yansen's ability, insight, and his precise read on the times, he was bound to achieve something in the future.

No need to make an enemy of himself over a mere few hundred thousand.

Moreover, if he showed goodwill, he might even gain a capable ally.

"Little Chen, after graduation come work for me. I'll arrange a position and a permanent slot for you—any interest?"

Zhao Maolin thought for a moment and asked with a solemn expression; he had genuinely taken a liking to the talent.

"Then many thanks to Brother Zhao for your support."

Chen Yansen did not refuse; there was no need for that. Inside, he thought: If I work for you, didn't I reincarnate for nothing?

As soon as they talked about mobile phones, Zhao Maolin seemed to suddenly remember something. He picked up the phone and gave a few instructions. Not two minutes later, Gu Wenwen walked in holding two boxes.

"The latest smart phone from the Lighthouse Country—the Apple 4. You young people should like it."

Zhao Maolin introduced it with a chuckle. A phone worth five thousand, and he handed out two at once.

"Brother Zhao, trouble you to get two more. We want the white model."

Chen Yansen's eyes lit up. He had long wanted to toss aside the Nokia N78 in his hand. Although the Apple 4 was just electronic trash in his eyes, it was still far better than the Symbian system.

Zhao Maolin's face froze. This kid was really not polite. Four units meant just over twenty thousand; he couldn't help but feel a bit of heartache.

"Brother Zhao, I'll pay for them myself."

Chen Yansen saw his hesitation and hurriedly added a sentence.

"Little Chen, that sounds like you're standing on ceremony. Isn't that slapping your older brother in the face? Little Gu, get two more white ones for Brother Chen."

Although Zhao Maolin felt a bit of pain in his heart, he still put on a stern face and spoke with generosity and boldness.

Chen Yansen accepted it readily, showing no politeness toward Zhao Maolin. He knew clearly in his heart that the other party would definitely rake in quite a bit from him.

Hmph, these phones were meant to be mine in the first place!

Afterwards, he and Wang Zihao stayed in Zhao Maolin's office until the sky gradually darkened. The three of them drove off together, heading toward the parking lot of Galaxy Star.

Truly the largest commercial KTV club in Xu City, the interior decoration was resplendent with gold and extremely luxurious. The girls brought over by the manager were each and every one beautiful, with curvaceous figures.

"The third one on the left, go sit next to my brother. He just likes big ones."

Chen Yansen leaned casually on the sofa, pointing at a girl in the front row. His tone and demeanor were exactly like those of a veteran of the pleasure houses, with not a shred of awkwardness or embarrassment.

In these days, before the involution wind stirred up by the live-streaming industry, the girls in the venue, whether in looks or figure, were a cut above those of more than a decade later.

"Brother Chen, tonight you must make me thoroughly enjoy myself!"

Zhao Maolin loosened his tie, raised his wine glass, and shouted loudly.

"Zihao, don't just focus on drinking. At least get your hands on them. Brother Zhao spent the money; don't waste his goodwill."

Chen Yansen clinked glasses with Zhao Maolin. Seeing Wang Zihao's shrinking and timid appearance, he couldn't help but joke with a smile.

"What's going on? My younger brother is shy, and you damn well are shy too?"

Zhao Maolin strode over, fire burning in his eyes, and asked with a dark face.

Terrified, the other party grabbed Wang Zihao's hand and pressed it against her perky, firm spot.

"Hahaha! That's more like it!"

Zhao Maolin tugged at his collar, shaking his head and swaying his hips to the music, looking completely different from the manager image of the daytime.

"Brother Zhao, I specially picked this for you. It suits your temperament very well."

Chen Yansen took out a watch at the right moment and, speaking, tried to put it on Zhao Maolin's wrist, his movements extremely skilled.

"No, no, no! I really cannot accept this thing."

Zhao Maolin hurriedly shook his head and refused. He had naturally seen the invoice inside the box and immediately understood the other party's intention.

If I accept it, where is the human favor? Doesn't this become a transaction?

"Brother Zhao, your younger brother truly wants to give this."

Chen Yansen extended it forward, speaking with a serious expression.

"Brother Chen, your older brother truly cannot accept it. How can the friendship between us two brothers be measured by money?"

Zhao Maolin put down his wine glass, put on a stern face, and spoke seriously.

"It was my lack of foresight. I, your younger brother, will punish myself with a cup!"

Chen Yansen understood. What the other party wanted was human favor. Although it was still a transaction, it was much more dignified.

It was not until one in the morning that the drinking party finally broke up.

"Brother Sen, one girl costs 2,000 yuan, just for these few hours?"

Wang Zihao got into the car, lowered his voice, and complained with a face full of heartache.

The evening expenses were naturally paid by Chen Yansen.

Zhao Maolin did not accept the watch and even gave him four more mobile phones. By both reason and sentiment, Chen Yansen had to return the favor.

"Driver, go to the East Campus of Xu City Academy."

Chen Yansen did not reply. He stated the destination to the designated driver, then closed his eyes and leaned back against the seat to rest.

This body was indeed young; it had not yet experienced much of the training of drinking gatherings. After drinking all night, his head was already heavy and dizzy.

Not long after, he fell into a deep sleep.

Wang Zihao, however, had no sleepiness at all. Recalling in his mind that warm, soft, and slippery touch, and the price of two thousand yuan, he felt regret for the first time, secretly hating himself for not touching a bit longer.

The next morning, Chen Yansen rubbed his throbbing head, casually picked up the phone by the bedside, and the moment he saw the text message, he immediately grinned.

"Your account 0129 received 582,400.00 yuan at 08:03 on September 4th. Balance: 682,846.40 yuan..."

The commission for the campus cards has arrived!

After deducting the commission for the second-level agent, he netted three hundred and seventy thousand in this wave, plus 20 points of Human Dao Kindling Fire!

Please follow for the next reading. Today is Tuesday; whether we can get the next recommendation depends on everyone~

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