Chapter 43

"Quit your part-time job at the cafeteria. For the next few days, you'll do HR work. Once recruitment is over, you'll return to your regular duties."

While eating, Chen Yansen said slowly to Song Yuncheng.

"If I do an extra job, can I get a little more pay?"

Song Yuncheng cautiously tested the waters. Last night, she had been quite satisfied with the two-thousand monthly salary, but after comparing it to Zhang Wenbo's four thousand, the sense of loss hit her immediately.

"Stop nagging! Do you want me to deduct your pay? Peel a shrimp for me!"

Chen Yansen grinned, issuing a veiled threat.

"I really do have a boyfriend. If he sees this, you're done! He plays sports; he has eight-pack abs. He could beat you ten times over without breaking a sweat."

Song Yuncheng didn't want to peel the shrimp; she said with a stern face and serious tone.

"Like my eight-pack abs?"

Chen Yansen lifted his shirt, revealing his sharply defined muscles.

"You're perverted!"

Song Yuncheng glanced quickly, her ear tips turned red, and she hurriedly pulled his shirt down.

"Call your boyfriend and tell him I'm here waiting for him."

Chen Yansen tossed his phone over, signaling Song Yuncheng to dial, his attitude extremely arrogant.

"Boss, I was joking. It's just peeling shrimp; I love peeling shrimp for you."

Song Yuncheng's face stiffened, she immediately put on a smile, and helplessly started peeling shrimp.

"Go to the Entrepreneurship Park early this afternoon. Remember to buy disposable cups. If any students come for interviews, make them wait in line."

Chen Yansen took the peeled shrimp, tossed it into his mouth, and spoke while chewing.

"Boss, I have class this afternoon."

Song Yuncheng frowned slightly, looking troubled.

"Of course, skip class. Does that need teaching? Work hard with me, and I'll promote you and give you a raise later!"

Chen Yansen spouted empty promises without caring if the other person could swallow them.

"Oh, alright."

Song Yuncheng struggled for a long time, finally replying weakly, then she asked, "What about you?"

"I'm obviously going back to take a nap."

Chen Yansen rolled his eyes at her and said in a bad mood.

"..."

Song Yuncheng pouted; if she hadn't been afraid Chen Yansen would deduct her pay, she probably would have lunged and bitten him by now.

Seeing her dare to be angry but not speak, Chen Yansen couldn't help but laugh; the feeling of bullying an honest person was quite satisfying.

After finishing lunch, the two parted at the cafeteria entrance.

Chen Yansen returned to the dormitory to catch up on sleep, while Song Yuncheng walked into the cafeteria, apparently preparing to quit her job as Chen Yansen had instructed.

When he woke up, it was already one-thirty in the afternoon.

Chen Yansen put on his clothes and walked leisurely toward the Entrepreneurship Park. Upon arrival, he was greatly surprised; the number of afternoon interviewees was double that of the morning, and the second floor of the Entrepreneurship Park was completely packed.

"Go get Director Cao."

Chen Yansen ordered Song Yuncheng; with so many people, he feared chaos, so he asked Song Yuncheng to bring Cao Dahua over to help.

Although Song Yuncheng was completely confused, she did as told. She didn't know how she communicated, but Cao Dahua squinted, held a teacup, and walked over with a full smile.

"Ahem! What are you all gathering here for? If you want to interview, line up properly! It's chaotic; there's no order at all! You guys blocking the road at the front, which college and class are you from? Who is your counselor?"

Cao Dahua cleared his throat and asked sternly.

Upon hearing this, everyone hurriedly lined up obediently; the few students who had been blocking the road earlier lowered their heads, not daring to breathe loudly.

"Director Cao, thank you for your trouble." Chen Yansen smiled and greeted him.

"Call me if you need anything!" Cao Dahua gave him a look that said "Call me, it works," then turned and dove into the office; it was clear he was about to start slacking off again.

Chen Yansen sat down, picked up a resume, and shouted, "Xiang Pengfei!"

The interviewees in the afternoon were clearly stronger than those in the morning; after all, everyone knew that dozens of people interviewed in the morning and only one was hired. Without real skill, one wouldn't have the courage to come.

From the scorching sun to the heavy twilight, Chen Yansen was already exhausted. There was no choice; he had to be the interviewer himself, but fortunately, the afternoon results were good.

Besides backend developer Xiang Pengfei, he also hired a data warehouse manager, a product manager, and a test engineer, but the number of developers was still insufficient. He had originally planned to hire two or three people for each position, aiming to build the website before October, then launch traffic and begin operations.

"I hope tomorrow's candidates will give me some surprises," Chen Yansen thought silently.

"Brother Sen, we'll send you the list of needed items later. For the first week of development, we'll use our own computers; we guarantee it won't delay progress," Xiang Pengfei said as he was leaving. Chen Yansen had given him a four-thousand monthly salary, and his enthusiasm immediately surged.

"The goods will arrive in three days. I'll handle the domain name, server, and broadband." Chen Yansen then looked at the slender boy beside him. "Zhuang Rui, write the product requirements in advance. We'll review them together then, striving to start work in an orderly manner next week according to the development plan."

Zhuang Rui was a junior majoring in software engineering with a certain level of skill in product architecture and system design. His monthly salary was three thousand; although it couldn't compare to Zhang Wenbo and Xiang Pengfei, he was already very satisfied.

Zhuang Rui was a junior majoring in software engineering, with a certain level of skill in product architecture and system design. His monthly salary was 3,000; though it could not compare to Zhang Wenbo and Xiang Pengfei, he was already very satisfied.

After everyone left, Chen Yansen looked at Song Yuncheng, who hadn't left yet, and joked, "Want to treat me to a meal again?"

"N-no, I don't have my own computer. I wanted to ask if I could use your laptop first," Song Yuncheng said with her head down, stammering.

"What about that computer from yesterday?" Chen Yansen frowned and asked softly.

"It belongs to my roommate, but others need to use it too; I can't borrow it for three days." Song Yuncheng looked down at her shoe tops, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Chen Yansen was curious: "You don't have a computer; what do you usually use for drawing and design?"

"The library, the computer lab." Song Yuncheng answered briefly.

"Just those electronic trash heaps? Even playing Spider Solitaire lags! You're amazing!" Chen Yansen shook his head, half-laughing and half-crying, then finally took a long breath and said, "The password is 920204. Got it?"

"Just those electronic scraps? Even playing Spider Solitaire would lag! You're amazing!" Chen Yansen shook his head, half-amused and half-frustrated, and finally let out a long sigh, saying, "The password is 920204. Did you remember it?"

Song Yuncheng smiled slightly, her heart full of gratitude.

Song Yuncheng smiled faintly, his heart filled with gratitude.

"Just remember, this is my birthday—don't forget to bring me a gift when the time comes."

Chen Yansen walked to the door and reminded her lazily.

"But I'm broke."

Song Yuncheng muttered softly at Chen Yansen's retreating back, and in her dewy eyes, a trace of inexplicable emotion flickered.

Walking out of the startup park, Chen Yansen strolled along Xuehai Road.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw a message from Xu Xingxing: "Hey, I bought some beer, want to come out for a drink?"

"Another day."

Chen Yansen replied casually. Xu Xingxing was indeed pretty and had a nice figure, but he wasn't in the mood today. He hadn't seen Meng Jie in two or three days, and he'd already arranged to meet her at 0418.

Before long, Xu Xingxing sent another message: "When you chat with girls, are you always this direct? You seem so experienced—how many girlfriends have you had before?"

Chen Yansen was taken aback. He looked again at the message he'd just sent and realized it was slightly ambiguous, but Xu Xingxing's attitude was interesting—she wasn't angry, instead she kept pursuing the conversation with him.

So, after thinking for a moment, he replied: "Do you want to know the exact number, or do you want to hear about my past?"

"Is there a difference?" Xu Xingxing asked again.

"The number, well, it's like the stars in the sky—long since uncountable. But my past, next time we find a chance, I can have an in-depth chat with you about it." Idle anyway, Chen Yansen tapped at his keyboard, deliberately teasing her.

"Going to a hotel, the kind of deep talk where you bring your ID?" Xu Xingxing asked.

"Sure, I've lived this long and still haven't seen a girl's ID card." Chen Yansen said brazenly, eyes wide.

Xu Xingxing lay in her dorm, unable to stifle a soft laugh behind her hand. Boys like Chen Yansen, though a bit of a rascal, were at least fun. Those wooden guys—talking even one extra sentence with them made her tired.

After casually brushing off a few more replies, Chen Yansen couldn't be bothered to pay Xu Xingxing any more attention.

He climbed to the fourth floor, swept his gaze, and immediately spotted Meng Jie carrying fruit, leaning against the corridor railing, peering down at the courtyard below.

"Oh, Class Monitor Meng is here, and she brought fruit too—how polite." Chen Yansen walked up, teasing with a smile.

"I didn't know what you liked to eat, so I bought a bit of everything." Meng Jie smiled faintly, her cheeks flushing. Her moist lips gleamed under the dim yellow light, making one want to steal a kiss.

"Did you put on makeup?"

Chen Yansen could naturally tell, and asked with a smile as he opened the door.

"Do I look good?" Meng Jie rose on tiptoe, wanting Chen Yansen to see her more clearly.

Any other girl might have been shy, or cooed something like "I put it on specially for you," but that wasn't Meng Jie's personality.

She would only express it through action: Chen Yansen, this is your sister's first time wearing makeup—look at me carefully.

"Mm, very pretty. You make me want to head straight to the registry office to get our marriage certificate, and have a baby right after."

Chen Yansen bent down and faced her. The two were only a few centimeters apart, and they could hear each other's breathing crystal clearly.

A faint fragrance drifted through the air.

"Get lost!" The corners of Meng Jie's mouth couldn't help but curve up—clearly Chen Yansen's sweet talk hit the spot.

"Come in, no need to change your shoes." Chen Yansen stepped into the living room and plopped down on the sofa.

"Am I the first girl to come in?" Meng Jie set down the fruit and asked out of nowhere.

"Uh, no." Chen Yansen shook his head and denied it outright.

"Oh, then who came before?"

The smile vanished instantly from Meng Jie's face as she asked unhappily.

"Teacher Liu, and her female family members, friends, students, and so on." Chen Yansen held back his laughter and answered with mock seriousness.

As for Song Yuncheng, he automatically left her out.

When chatting with a girl, you need one truth and nine lies—if you tell the whole truth, wouldn't you just become a simp?

"You're messing with me on purpose, aren't you!" Meng Jie tossed down the fruit, threw herself into Chen Yansen's arms, and grabbed his collar.

"Sigh, I interviewed over a hundred people today, my eyes are all blurry—can I have a hug?"

Chen Yansen changed the subject, spread his arms, and said with a weary face.

"You just love taking advantage of girls!" Meng Jie complained verbally, but her body was honest—clutching Chen Yansen's waist like hugging a little child.

Chen Yansen lowered his head and kissed her. A few minutes later, just as he was about to take things further, Meng Jie tightly gripped his hand and panted, "If you keep this up, I won't come next time."

"I was just curious, don't take it to heart—"

Chen Yansen pulled his hand back, grinning, then pulled open the coffee table drawer, took out a small box, and placed it on the table: "For you. I have one too—consider it a couple's phone!"

It was a brand-new iPhone 4.

"It's too expensive, return it." Meng Jie's heart stirred at the words "couple's phone," but upon hearing the price, she hurriedly shook her head and refused.

"China Telecom gave it away for free. Wang Zihao has one too—surely my girlfriend can't be the only one without one, right?"

Chen Yansen said with an air of great seriousness.

Upon hearing the word "girlfriend," the corners of Meng Jie's mouth couldn't help but curve up. After a moment's thought, she said, "Then I'll reluctantly accept it."

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Meanwhile, at the School of Literature and Communication, in the Dean's office.

"Teacher Guo, I heard one of your students is running a startup project. Could you have him take on a few students from underprivileged backgrounds?"

The Dean broached the topic carefully.

"Dean, that is true, but the ones he's recruiting all seem to be Computer Science majors. Our School of Literature doesn't match up."

Guo Dongchen spread his hands, his face helpless.

"That's true. What position does he hold in the class?"

The Dean asked again.

"He holds no position at all." Guo Dongchen answered truthfully.

"That won't do. Such an outstanding student—as his counselor, you need to take the initiative and give him more responsibility." The Dean said, his face stern.

Guo Dongchen hesitated, wanting to speak but holding back, and finally nodded.

So Chen Yansen walked Meng Jie back to her dorm, and only when passing by 8302 did he learn that he had gained the title of vice class monitor.

But where in college is there a vice class monitor?

The Youth League secretary is basically the vice class monitor!

New month, gentlemen, please keep reading~ The book's stats are passable right now, just a bit lacking in exposure. The chapters ahead are all 3k-word big ones, please support~

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