Chapter 37: You Don't Want Your Boyfriend to Know About Us Either, Right (3k)

Chen Yansen put down his phone and, upon seeing Wang Zihao, realized he was not in the dormitory but in a hotel room.

"Zihao, wake up!"

Chen Yansen got out of bed and gently kicked Wang Zihao, who was still asleep.

"Damn! I'm so tired, couldn't you let me sleep a bit longer?"

Wang Zihao, eyes half-open, mumbled a sentence, then hugged his head and burrowed back under the covers.

"The commission has arrived!"

Chen Yansen raised his voice and shouted right into Wang Zihao's ear.

"You damn Chen Yansen! What did you say? No, no, no, Brother Sen, I was just talking nonsense."

Wang Zihao jolted awake, flipped over, and sprang up from the bed, completely naked except for a pair of boxers.

"Come with me to the bank."

Chen Yansen couldn't bear to look at him, tossed out the words, and turned to walk into the bathroom.

"Chen"

Wang Zihao's mind gradually cleared; while fumbling to get dressed, he looked at Chen Yansen with a strange expression, opened his mouth to speak, then forcibly swallowed his words back down.

The drunk Chen Yansen from last night had kept chanting Wang Ziyan's name; what a beast! My sister is only fourteen this year, yet this guy is already set on her?

"What do you want?"

Chen Yansen, brushing his teeth, poked his head out slightly and asked.

"Nothing much, I just wanted to ask what you want for breakfast. I'll go downstairs to buy it first to save some time."

Wang Zihao hesitated for a few seconds, then hastily made up an excuse to cover.

"Hot milk, one multigrain pancake, and add two eggs for me."

Chen Yansen didn't think much of it, replied absentmindedly, and continued washing up.

"Yansen, it's not that I, your brother, don't want to be your big brother-in-law, but you are simply too scummy; even after Ziyan turns eighteen in four years, you two should meet less often."

Wang Zihao pushed the door open and went out, thinking silently to himself, his eyes growing ever more determined.

Chen Yansen stood before the bathroom mirror, examined himself carefully, then suddenly sneered at himself: "You really are afraid of her; you even dream of her urging you to get married."

In this life, I will never be fooled again!

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

Chen Yansen handed over his bank card, smoothly withdrew two hundred and thirty thousand in cash, and immediately tossed two stacks to Wang Zihao.

"Brother Sen, you gave me two thousand extra."

Wang Zihao held the money and reminded him with a smile.

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

"Consider the extra a bonus; notify everyone in the agent group: meeting at ten o'clock in Canteen One to distribute the commissions!"

Chen Yansen had no patience for his nonsense, stuffed the money into a bag, picked it up, and got into the Mercedes.

In this day and age, without all sorts of payment methods, handing out cash is truly troublesome.

"By the way, Brother Sen, what are you going to do with that watch you planned to give Zhao Maolin?"

Wang Zihao feared he might miss the return period.

"Forget it, I'll just wear it as is."

Chen Yansen pondered for a moment, then casually put on the Rolex Explorer series watch, not even glancing at it twice.

In his past life, he wore either Vacheron Constantin or Patek Philippe; although Rolex was famous, it didn't match his temperament.

"Damn! A watch worth over sixty thousand, and you still say 'as is'."

Wang Zihao pouted, thinking only that Chen Yansen, that damn thing, was far too good at pretending.

The round trip from Xucheng School to the city took an hour; after parking the car, Chen Yansen walked into the canteen, where nearly fifty level-two agents were already waiting.

"Brother Sen!"

"Senior!"

"..."

With a 'shing', a large group stood up in unison, each wearing a joyful expression, and they all greeted Chen Yansen.

Among them, some, even knowing Chen Yansen was only a freshman, still enthusiastically called him senior.

At this time, aside from them, only a few canteen aunts remained in the canteen; seeing this scene, the aunts wondered silently: Who is this person, with such an imposing air!

"Follow the list; when I call your name, step forward."

Chen Yansen waved his hand, walked into the middle of the crowd, sat down before a dining table, and spoke with forceful tone.

With a 'crash'!

Two hundred and ten thousand in cash was dumped onto the table like garbage.

"Damn! So much money!"

"The way Brother Sen throws money is too cool, even better than Chow Yun-fat!"

"Haha, that must be Brother Sen is cooler; Chow Yun-fat wouldn't give us a single cent."

The agents instantly exploded into a frenzy, discussing with a cacophony of voices.

The canteen aunts nearby were equally stunned, staring fixedly at the pile of cash.

"Li Hui!"

Chen Yansen's list was arranged in descending order of campus card sales volume; the first name was the top seller and former head campus agent—Li Hui.

"542 cards, commission 27,100."

Chen Yansen signaled for Wang Zihao to count the money; he knew in his heart that of these 542 campus cards, Li Hui himself had sold at most a fraction, with most relying on the level-three agents below him.

After deducting the commissions for his subordinates, Li Hui would earn at least twelve thousand, which for a college student in 2010 was absolutely a huge sum.

The eyes of the people around them were filled with envy.

"Thanks, Brother Sen, thanks, Brother Hao."

Li Hui took the money, hunched over, and thanked them again and again.

He was a junior this year, a senior next year; this sum was the most he'd ever earned since starting his campus card business, and also the last time.

"Why thank me? This is what you deserve."

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

A few hundred thousand in cash looked like a lot, but once split among dozens of agents, in just over half an hour the money on the table was almost gone, with only a dozen or so loose bills left.

Words of gratitude and flattery kept coming; a few sharp-eyed second-level agents grabbed the two of them, insisting on treating them to a meal.

"Zihao, chat more with the sophomore agents, don't put on airs—any one of them might be a student council department head, or even the chairman."

Chen Yansen didn't want to go, so he held Wang Zihao back and whispered instructions.

The campus card business still had to run next year, and the sophomore agents would be the backbone then—on one hand, he had to deepen ties with them; on the other, he could leverage their connections within the academy to help Wang Zihao smoothly enter the department's student council.

"Got it, I understand."

Wang Zihao nodded inwardly, then pulled along a few top-performing agents and walked out of the cafeteria chatting and laughing.

"Song Yuncheng, where are you going?"

Chen Yansen spotted Song Yuncheng in the crowd; seeing her sneaky, shrinking look, he couldn't help finding it funny and suddenly called out to question her.

"I-I'm going back to the dorm."

Song Yuncheng saw she couldn't dodge it, stopped walking, and answered bracing herself; her watery eyes held a trace of timidity, afraid Chen Yansen would say something excessive.

"I'm hungry, treat me to a meal."

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

The other girl had clearly suffered quite a bit trying to sell phone cards.

"Oh, is the cafeteria okay?"

Song Yuncheng's mouth corners drooped; her displeasure was plain to see—she thought, everyone else invites you to a restaurant and you won't go, yet you insist on fleecing a poor soul like me.

Isn't this bullying an honest person!

"Sigh, fine then."

Chen Yansen frowned, a look of distaste on his face, but seeing her utterly pained expression, he still nodded.

"Then hurry up."

Song Yuncheng picked up two trays and headed toward the counter first, a hint of impatience in her look.

"What do you want to eat? I'll swipe my card later."

Song Yuncheng pointed at the rows of steaming dishes and said softly.

"Big shrimp, ribs, beef, stir-fried chicken, plus two portions of steamed egg, and a small green vegetable too."

Chen Yansen rubbed his belly and deliberately picked the expensive items.

"Little Chengzi, is this your boyfriend? The young man is quite handsome."

Seeing customers arrive, the auntie immediately came over with a serving spoon; once she recognized Chen Yansen as the student who had just handed out money, she first froze, then asked with a smile.

"Auntie Wang, no, he's—"

Song Yuncheng looked at the dishes Chen Yansen had ordered—all things she normally couldn't bear to spend money on—and her heart suddenly stung.

Hearing Auntie Wang's question, she hurried to deny it, but when it came to stating Chen Yansen's identity, she got stuck.

"Auntie Wang, Little Chengzi's thin-skinned, I love meat, please give me a bit more."

Chen Yansen grinned and picked up the thread.

"Don't worry, Auntie's hands are steady—no Parkinson's here."

Auntie Wang laughed heartily; she assumed Chen Yansen was Song Yuncheng's boyfriend and was eager to scoop out two portions' worth with one ladle.

Who says cafeteria aunties only know how to shake the spoon? This auntie is amazing!

They had just sat down with their trays when Chen Yansen ordered Song Yuncheng: "Little Chengzi, peel a shrimp for me."

"Call me Senior Song!"

Song Yuncheng was so angry her teeth itched, baring them as she glared at him fiercely.

"Do you still want to be a campus agent next year?"

Chen Yansen squinted and asked casually, his words thick with threat.

"Give it up! I have a boyfriend!"

Song Yuncheng stuck out her neck and growled fiercely, looking just like the scene of their first meeting.

"You don't want your boyfriend to know that you, in order to get the campus card agency, took the initiative to kiss me, right?"

Chen Yansen didn't believe her at all—Jiang Ruoxuan had already sold her out completely.

"I never kissed you!"

Song Yuncheng was dumbfounded; it was the first time she'd met someone so thick-skinned, telling bare-faced lies with eyes wide open.

Their eyes met!

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

Chen Yansen smiled slightly and summoned the system panel.

"You bastard! Give me a boost!"

The moment the thought fell, a wisp of white mist as thick as a pen refill suddenly drilled into his brow.

A bone-chilling cold instantly rampaged through his blood, every muscle in his body trembling slightly; once the cold completely dissipated, a heat like a blazing sun suddenly burst from his heart, flooding his limbs in the blink of an eye.

His constitution rose from '1.17' to '1.38', and the Kindling Fire was once again exhausted.

"Ohh, comfortable—"

Chen Yansen couldn't help but sigh and mutter to himself.

"Chen Yansen, you really are a pervert!"

Song Yuncheng heard him make a strange sound, and her face immediately flushed red, her eyes glistening, as she secretly judged him in her heart.

(End of chapter)