Chapter 37: You Don

Chen Yansen put down his phone and only realized he wasn’t in his dormitory but in a hotel room after seeing Wang Zihao.

“Zihao, wake up!”

Chen Yansen got out of bed and gave a light kick to Wang Zihao, still asleep.

“Fuck! I’m dead tired—can’t you let me sleep a little longer?”

Wang Zihao mumbled, eyes half-closed, then buried his head under the covers.

“Your commission has been credited!”

Chen Yansen raised his voice and shouted directly into Wang Zihao’s ear.

“Fucking Chen Yansen! What did you say? No no no, Sen-ge, I was just talking nonsense!”

Wang Zihao jolted upright, completely naked except for a pair of boxers.

“Come with me to the bank.”

Chen Yansen didn’t look at him, dropped the line, and turned to walk into the bathroom.

“Chen—”

Wang Zihao’s mind gradually cleared; he scrambled into his clothes, casting a strange glance at Chen Yansen, about to speak—but swallowed the words mid-sentence.

Last night, drunk, Chen Yansen kept muttering Song Yuncheng’s name—what a beast, my sister’s only fourteen, and he’s already got designs on her?

“What do you want?”

Chen Yansen, brushing his teeth, poked his head out slightly to ask.

“Nothing, I just wanted to ask what you want for breakfast—I’ll go down and buy it, saves time.”

Wang Zihao hesitated a few seconds, hastily concocted an excuse.

“Hot milk, a grain cake, add two eggs.”

Chen Yansen didn’t think twice, replied absentmindedly, then resumed washing up.

“Sen, I don’t want to be your brother-in-law—I’m just too disgusted by you. Even after Zihan turns eighteen in four years, you two should see less of each other.”

Wang Zihao stepped out, silently thinking, his gaze growing firmer.

Chen Yansen stood before the bathroom mirror, studying himself, then let out a self-deprecating laugh: “You’re really afraid of her—even your dreams are her pushing you to marry.”

This lifetime, I’ll never be fooled again!

Not long after, Wang Zihao returned with breakfast; after eating, they drove straight to the city bank.

Chen Yansen handed over his bank card and withdrew twenty-three thousand yuan in cash, immediately tossing two stacks to Wang Zihao.

“Sen-ge, you gave me two thousand extra.”

Wang Zihao held the money, smiling as he reminded him.

From the start of this deal, Chen Yansen had promised him a five percent commission.

“The extra is a bonus. Announce it in the agent group—meeting at 10 a.m. in Cafeteria No. 1, distribute commissions!”

Chen Yansen had no patience for chatter, stuffed the cash into the bag, and headed for the Benz.

These days, without digital payments, handing out cash is such a hassle.

“By the way, Sen-ge, what are you going to do with that watch you planned to give Zhao Maolin?”

Wang Zihao feared he’d missed the return window.

“Forget it, I’ll just wear it.”

Chen Yansen paused a moment, then casually slipped on the Rolex Explorer, not even glancing at it.

In his past life, he wore Jaeger-LeCoultre or Patek Philippe; Rolex was famous, but it didn’t suit his temperament.

“Fuck! A sixty-thousand-yuan watch and you call it ‘just okay’?”

Wang Zihao sneered, convinced Chen Yansen was the ultimate pretender.

The round trip from Virtual City University to the city took an hour; Chen Yansen parked and entered the cafeteria to find nearly fifty second-tier agents already waiting.

“Sen-ge!”

“Senior!”

“...”

In an instant, a sea of people leapt to their feet, all smiling, greeting Chen Yansen enthusiastically.

Some, though aware he was only a freshman, still called him “senior.”

At this hour, the cafeteria held only a few cafeteria ladies; seeing this, they wondered internally: Who the hell is this guy, so damn imposing!

“Follow the list—I’ll call names, you step forward.”

Chen Yansen waved his hand, walked into the crowd, sat down at a table, and spoke with authority.

“Whoosh!”

Two hundred and ten thousand yuan in cash spilled onto the table like garbage.

“Fuck! So much cash!”

“Sen-ge handing out money is so cool—he outshines Chow Yun-Fat!”

“Haha, obviously Sen-ge is cooler—Chow Yun-Fat doesn’t give us a single cent!”

The agents erupted into chatter.

The cafeteria ladies nearby stared, dumbfounded, fixed on the pile of cash.

“Li Hui!”

Chen Yansen’s list was ordered by campus card sales volume; the first name was Li Hui, the former campus-wide top seller.

“542 cards, commission 27,100 yuan.”

Chen Yansen signaled Wang Zihao to count the money—he knew Li Hui had sold at most a fraction himself; most were sold through his third-tier agents.

After deducting his subordinates’ commissions, Li Hui would still pocket at least twelve thousand yuan—a fortune for a 2010 college student.

Everyone’s eyes glowed with envy.

“Thank you, Sen-ge. Thank you, Hao-ge.”

Li Hui took the money, bowed slightly, and thanked repeatedly.

He was a third-year student, entering his final year next; this was the most he’d ever earned from campus cards—and his last time.

“Why thank me? You earned it.”

Chen Yansen smiled faintly, waved his hand, and called the next name.

Though hundreds of thousands in cash seemed like a lot, after dividing among dozens of agents, the pile was nearly gone in under an hour, leaving only a few scattered bills.

Gratitude and flattery poured in; several sharp-eyed second-tier agents pulled the two aside, insisting on treating them to dinner.

“Zihao, chat more with the second-year agents—don’t act aloof. Some of them might be student union department heads, even chairmen.”

Chen Yansen didn’t want to go, so he stopped Wang Zihao and whispered instructions.

Campus card sales would continue next year; second-year agents were next year’s backbone—build bonds with them, and leverage their campus connections to help Wang Zihao join the departmental student union.

“Got it.”

Wang Zihao nodded inwardly, then pulled aside several top-performing agents and walked out laughing and chatting.

“Song Yuncheng, where are you going?”

Chen Yansen spotted Song Yuncheng in the crowd, her furtive, cowering posture making him smirk; he suddenly called out.

“I—I’m going back to the dorm.”

Song Yuncheng, caught, stopped walking and answered stiffly, her watery eyes filled with fear, dreading Chen Yansen might say something inappropriate.

“I’m hungry. Buy me lunch.”

Chen Yansen glanced at her slightly chapped lips and spoke gently.

She’d clearly suffered to sell phone cards.

“Oh, is the cafeteria okay?”

Song Yuncheng’s lips drooped; her dissatisfaction was obvious—why not take him to a fancy restaurant? Why pick on a broke girl like me?

This was bullying the honest!

“Alright, fine.”

Chen Yansen frowned, looking annoyed—but seeing her pained expression, he nodded.

“Then hurry up.”

Song Yuncheng grabbed two trays and rushed toward the serving window, her demeanor impatient.

“What do you want? I’ll pay with my card.”

Song Yuncheng pointed to the steaming dishes and spoke softly.

“Shrimp, pork ribs, beef, stir-fried chicken, two servings of steamed eggs, and a side of bok choy.”

Chen Yansen patted his stomach and picked only the most expensive items.

“Little Orange, is this your boyfriend? Handsome guy.”

The lady, seeing them approach, hurried over with her ladle; recognizing Chen Yansen as the student who’d just handed out cash, she paused, then smiled.

“Auntie Wang, no—he’s not—”

Song Yuncheng stared at the dishes Chen Yansen ordered—all things she never allowed herself to eat—and her heart twisted.

Then, hearing Auntie Wang’s question, she hurried to deny it—but froze when trying to explain Chen Yansen’s identity.

“Auntie Wang, Little Orange’s shy—I love meat, give me a big helping.”

Chen Yansen grinned, took over the conversation.

“Don’t worry, my hand’s steady—no Parkinson’s here.”

Auntie Wang laughed heartily, convinced Chen Yansen was Song Yuncheng’s boyfriend, and scooped out double portions.

Who says the cafeteria lady only shakes? This lady is amazing!

Just as he sat down with his tray, Chen Yansen ordered Song Yuncheng: “Little Orange, peel me a shrimp.”

“Call me Sister Song!”

Song Yuncheng gnashed her teeth in fury, glaring at him fiercely.

“Do you still want to be campus agent next year?”

Chen Yansen squinted, asking casually, his tone thick with threat.

“Forget it! I have a boyfriend!”

Song Yuncheng stuck out her neck and growled angrily, just like the first time they met.

“You don’t want your boyfriend to find out you kissed me on purpose to get the campus card agent job, do you?”

Chen Yansen didn’t believe her for a second—Jiang Ruo had already sold her out completely.

“I never kissed you!”

Song Yuncheng was stunned; she’d never met someone so brazen, lying straight-faced.

Their gazes locked!

One minute later, Song Yuncheng obediently picked up a shrimp and began peeling it roughly.

Chen Yansen smiled faintly and summoned his system panel.

“Damn thing! Give me more!”

No sooner had the thought formed than a thin strand of white mist, as thick as a pen refill, shot into his brow.

A bone-chilling cold surged through his blood, making every muscle tremble; when the chill vanished completely, a searing heat like the midday sun erupted from his heart and flooded his limbs and bones in an instant.

His physique rose from ‘1.17’ to ‘1.38’; the Ember Fuel was once again depleted.

“Oh, that’s nice—”

Chen Yansen sighed involuntarily, muttering to himself.

“Chen Yansen is truly a pervert!”

Song Yuncheng, hearing his strange sound, immediately blushed, her eyes glistening, silently judging him in her mind.

(End of Chapter)