Chapter 50: Isn't It Just White Silk Stockings? Buy Them! (Please Follow for Updates!)

"Of course I'm interested, I just don't know if Brother Sen is willing to take me on?"

Zhu Xiaopeng rubbed his hands, kept a very low posture, and asked with a smile.

Chen Yansen looked at him, thought seriously for a moment; Fox Tao is currently most lacking in product selection operations, ad placement, and customer service personnel.

For instance, the customer service role is mainly to answer users' questions about the cashback model, when cashback arrives, and to handle order tracking, lost orders, and order supplementation operations; anyone can do this job.

"Do you want to do customer service work? Ten yuan an hour, no special requirements, just normal typing speed."

Chen Yansen didn't think much about it and agreed on the spot.

"Brother Sen, actually I also want to find a part-time job." Meng Xibo saw this scene from behind and hurriedly added.

"Tomorrow, you and Xiaopeng come together."

Chen Yansen nodded and readily agreed.

Tang Zhenzhe felt somewhat tempted, but still didn't speak up. His family's conditions were good; he didn't have a lot of money to squander, but he wasn't short of money either. In a couple of years, when his hometown house is demolished, he will become the person with the most real estate in Dormitory 8302.

Wang Zhengqiang's situation was much the same; his parents were both dual-income workers, and he felt there was no need to waste study time working part-time.

Although usually in the dormitory, the thing he did most was play Pro Evolution Soccer on the computer; the major textbooks issued to him, just like Chen Yansen's, hadn't even had their covers opened.

"Thank you, Brother Sen."

Meng Xibo hurriedly thanked him; he had seen the information board at the school gate, and there were basically no normal part-time jobs around the school.

An internet cafe attendant earns 800 yuan a month, working from 10 PM to 7 AM; the benefit is free internet access, but staying up late is a big trouble.

As for water delivery workers, they are paid by piece, 30 cents per bucket of water, having to move from in front of the dormitory building to the dorm manager's warehouse; after a day, they are exhausted, also a hard job.

Clothing delivery workers are also paid by piece, earning 50 cents per bag of clothes; a bag of clothes weighs over ten jin, and in a morning, you can't deliver many bags.

To be honest, earning that little money isn't even enough to buy steamed buns to eat.

By comparison, going to work at Chen Yansen's Fox Tao, sitting in front of a computer and typing, earning ten yuan an hour, is simply too comfortable.

"Go to the cafeteria for a meal, and take a walk? I heard there's a music evening party on the lawn opposite the Conservatory of Music tonight."

Seeing them finish talking, Tang Zhenzhe smiled and interjected.

"What's the point of a music evening party?" Wang Zhengqiang pouted, looking very disdainful.

"Senior Cao from the Chinese Language major said the party will be full of senior sisters and junior sisters wearing suspender shorts; going to feast our eyes would be quite good," Tang Zhenzhe added.

Hearing this, Meng Xibo immediately put on his shoes and responded to Tang Zhenzhe's call with action.

Suspender shorts?

Senior sisters and junior sisters?

Is that true or false?

"Bobo, wait for me!" Wang Zhengqiang, after realizing, chased out wearing slippers.

The group chatted and laughed as they left Building No. 8, not even having dinner, walking straight along Xuehai Road to the front of the Conservatory of Music building.

At this moment, a small stage of about twenty square meters was set up on the opposite lawn, and two seniors from the Music Department were debugging the equipment.

Standing on the stage was a girl with chestnut short hair, wearing a lace suspender top, paired with a grey pleated skirt below; she was tall, and a pair of long, white legs was particularly eye-catching.

She had a sweet appearance, a beauty level of seven or eight out of ten, attracting a huge wave of junior brothers staring at her legs.

"Music Department senior sisters are so beautiful! Girls from our Literature Department simply can't compare!"

Zhu Xiaopeng commented while watching.

"Those who can study arts usually have good family conditions; they are beautiful, but I guess they are hard to pursue," Meng Xibo said, looking very knowledgeable.

"Zhu Xiaopeng, what did you mean by that just now? How can Literature Department girls not compare?"

Suddenly, a female voice full of indignation came from behind.

Everyone turned around to see; it was Su Meiling and her two roommates.

The one speaking was a slightly chubby girl with some freckles on her face, glaring angrily at Zhu Xiaopeng.

Chen Yansen smiled slightly, as if greeting Su Meiling.

"Forget it, Xiao Jie, Classmate Zhu was just joking, don't take it seriously," Su Meiling spoke up to advise, her voice still soft and sweet.

Tang Zhenzhe's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly moved closer: "You are here to watch the music evening party too?"

"Yes, Class Monitor Tang," Su Meiling responded politely, but kept a sense of distance.

Seeing this, Chen Yansen shook his head straight, thinking: Ah Zhe will probably have to be single for another four years in this life; approaching girls like this, saying nothing but empty, nutritious-less nonsense, how can the relationship make any progress?

"Class Monitor Chen, you are here to watch the music evening party too?" Seeing Chen Yansen not speaking, Su Meiling took the initiative to start a conversation.

"..."

Chen Yansen smiled helplessly, glanced at her and Tang Zhenzhe, and thought: You two probably learned in the same language training class; being so good at chatting, do you want to die?

"Yes, are you here to watch legs too?"

Chen Yansen rolled his eyes and asked truthfully; whether Su Meiling was here to watch legs didn't matter, anyway, he was.

"Brother Sen, you..." Meng Xibo was dumbfounded, mouth open, not knowing what to say.

Watching legs?

Su Meiling was slightly stunned; only when she glanced at the senior sister's two long, white legs on the stage did she suddenly understand Chen Yansen's meaning.

"Are you all here to watch the senior sister's thighs?" Su Meiling frowned slightly, looking at the group with disgust.

"Classmate Su, I am here to appreciate the music," Tang Zhenzhe, upon hearing this, immediately straightened his chest and said seriously.

"League Secretary, I am a music lover, with a different focus from Brother Sen," Meng Xibo immediately argued.

"I'm the same, love music!" Wang Zhengqiang, not as thick-skinned as the two of them, couldn't think of another excuse for a moment, and after holding back for a long time, squeezed out a sentence: "I'm the same!"

"Classmate Chen, your hobbies are quite... unique."

Su Meiling paused, and stuttered out a reply.

"This is just like girls loving to watch men's abs; there's no difference. The senior sister's legs are long and white; if she wore white silk stockings, it would be even more perfect."

Chen Yansen spoke convincingly, with a very serious expression.

Tang Zhenzhe and the others felt their heads throbbing; they now believed that Chen Yansen was truly uninterested in Su Meiling.

Like white stockings?

Su Meiling silently noted it down, a faint blush rising on her beautiful face—had any other boy said such things, she would have felt annoyance, but coming from Chen Yansen's mouth, it stirred in her a secret urge to go buy a pair of white stockings.

"By the way, help me with something."

Chen Yansen suddenly turned his body and spoke to Su Meiling.

"Go ahead, I'm listening," Su Meiling said inwardly delighted, for this was the first thing Chen Yansen had voluntarily said to her today.

"The list of impoverished female students should be finalized by now. Ask them if they'd be willing to take up a part-time job at Fox Tao, minimum ten yuan an hour."

Chen Yansen added.

Guo Dongchen had privately spoken to him before—the dean intended for his Fox Tao to hire a few impoverished students as part-timers.

Many might find it hard to believe, but in 2010, Huian had far too few slots for impoverished students in universities, a stark contrast to the situation over a decade later.

Aside from a small number of students from wealthy families, most students' parents worked as laborers along the coast, or even farmed year-round.

The campus library and cafeteria offered too few part-time positions; barely enough for a dozen departments to divide among themselves.

Chen Yansen hadn't thought much of it—he immediately agreed to Guo Dongchen, which left the other man stunned; Guo Dongchen had assumed this would be troublesome and difficult, never expecting Chen Yansen to show him such face.

As he left, Guo Dongchen dropped a line: "As long as I'm still in the College of Literature, you won't fail a single course."

Chen Yansen found it dismissive, but didn't argue openly—he thought to himself: You're taking the doctoral exam and leaving next year; relying on you to protect me? When would that ever happen? The dean and the president are the big legs I need to cling to.

"Chen Yansen, I thank you on their behalf."

Su Meiling bowed slightly, speaking with sincere expression—she couldn't help but reflect: Chen Yansen likes girls' thighs, enjoys bad girls, but compared to his kindness, these seemed like trivial flaws.

"Thank me? I pay, they work for me—no need to thank."

Chen Yansen's tone was very serious, his voice rising.

Su Meiling didn't understand at first, but seeing his odd reaction, her mind turned and she realized.

She smiled and said: "Class Monitor Chen, you're such a good person."

Huh! Why are you insulting me!

Chen Yansen felt displeased, turned his face away, acting as if he didn't want to speak to Su Meiling.

Su Meiling was stunned, not understanding what she'd said wrong again.

Soon after, Xu Xingxing pulled her roommate over too—but she and Su Meiling exchanged not a word, not even a greeting; the dorm had split into two factions.

Chen Yansen sighed inwardly: Damn, he'd once heard people say a girls' dorm could have forty-two different group chats—he never believed it, but now he was starting to.

"Want to see my ID again?"

Xu Xingxing tiptoed and whispered suggestively into Chen Yansen's ear.

"I didn't bring mine."

Chen Yansen was initially tempted, but after a moment's thought, he still politely declined.

"So Class Monitor Chen is just a talker—looks like a scoundrel, but actually a good guy," Xu Xingxing pouted, whispering mockingly.

"Fine, no need for a hotel—I rented a room in the faculty apartment. Come with me."

Chen Yansen couldn't take it anymore—he grabbed Xu Xingxing and ran toward the bed in Room 0418.

Xu Xingxing wasn't fazed; she followed cheerfully, waving at Su Meiling as she left.

"Senior Chen, where are you going? Are you still eating dinner?" Meng Xibo called out loudly, head held high.

"Adults' business—kids stay out of it!" Chen Yansen turned his head and made a shushing gesture.

Su Meiling saw this, stomped her foot in anger, thinking: Fine, white stockings—buy them!

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