Chapter 90: Better to Be a Villain Than a Doormat (Please Subscribe)

The next day, Chen Yansen got up early, ate a bowl of salty tofu pudding in the cafeteria, bought a sticky rice cake, and walked while eating.

At the intersection, Song Yuncheng, wearing a pink down jacket, had already been waiting for a long time.

The early winter morning was slightly cool, and the mist from their breath was clearly visible.

"Metersbonwe sample?" Chen Yansen walked up, pinched the clothes logo, and looked at her with a half-smile.

Song Yuncheng lowered her head and said embarrassedly, "The hem got cut wrong during inspection, so Sister Li gave it to me."

On the hem, there was indeed a pink patch; without looking closely, it was truly hard to notice.

Chen Yansen said nothing.

Samples sent by merchants, except for high-value ones, mostly sat gathering dust in the startup room, or were distributed by category operations to other students.

A detailed charter needs to be formulated for this; even small problems cannot be taken lightly.

Chen Yansen pondered silently.

"What are we going to the city for? I have class this morning." Seeing him silent and just walking forward, Song Yuncheng hurriedly ran to catch up.

"Buying a car." Chen Yansen answered simply.

Before, when he had no money, he could endure it himself; now that Fox Tao's daily net profit was a million, Mr. Chen naturally had to buy a luxury car and change his famous watch.

He had no habit of pretending to be poor; if you have money, you must enjoy it, otherwise, what's the point of working hard to earn money?

On the other hand, buying a car in the company's name could deduct part of the tax; for him, it was killing two birds with one stone.

You don't have to bring me along just to buy a car, do you?

Song Yuncheng followed behind and couldn't help complaining; she just wanted to return to the startup park now, as several B2C platform entry contracts still hadn't been submitted to Teacher Wang for review.

But she understood that this bastard Chen Yansen, if she didn't agree to him, might threaten her with deducting her salary again.

Outside the school gate, the two hailed a taxi and specifically chose a car city full of luxury cars.

"Why didn't you let Meng Jie come with you?" After getting out of the car, Song Yuncheng, who had held it in the whole way, finally couldn't resist and asked directly.

"She has class this morning." Chen Yansen replied.

"???"

Song Yuncheng was speechless; she had class, so she didn't have class?

This answer made her feel like she was falling into an ice cellar; her heart cooled rapidly, and she almost turned around and left.

Damn Chen Yansen, you really are no good!

Song Yuncheng cursed fiercely in her heart; how could she like such a scumbag?

"I prefer having you accompany me."

Chen Yansen, walking ahead, suddenly added a sentence.

Hearing this, Song Yuncheng's heart, which had just hardened, immediately became soft again; the corners of her mouth turned up, and her eyes even smiled into crescent shapes.

After walking for a while, Chen Yansen stopped, looked left and right; the 4S stores nearby were basically Buick, Volkswagen, Nissan, and BMW, not a single luxury car brand he wanted to buy was there.

Bentley, Lamborghini, Porsche, Rolls-Royce; he hadn't even seen a wheel; he walked into the BMW 4S store and only found out after asking the staff.

In Xucheng in 2010, these brands simply weren't sold; one had to go to Luzhou or Hucheng.

Or one could only buy a used car.

What a joke!

He, Chen Yansen, never drove a used car!

"Forget it, BMW is fine too; let's make do for now. Show me the most expensive car in your store."

Chen Yansen muttered softly; the second half of the sentence was said to the car salesman.

Not buddy, you come early in the morning to pretend to be rich, and say "make do"; I really want to slap you in the face to wake you up.

The car salesman wore a professional fake smile on his face, led the two inside, but cursed wildly in his heart.

Chen Yansen wore a wool trench coat with no visible brand, but from Song Yuncheng's clothing and appearance, it wasn't hard to see that both were college students; where would they have money to buy a car?

"Mr. Hello, this is the latest 750Li model, equipped with a 4.4T twin-turbocharged engine, powerful, fast acceleration, the center console is an LCD screen, the seats can be heated, and it has xenon headlights..."

Although the car salesman felt they didn't look like buyers, out of familiarity with sales scripts, he still smiled and introduced it; he treated the two as air and talked about the car's configuration and advantages on his own, treating it as a practice opportunity.

"It's a bit ugly."

Chen Yansen shook his head and evaluated with a face full of disgust.

"Official guide price 2.058 million..." Hearing this, the car salesman almost laughed in anger.

Buddy, can you afford it? And you still think the car is ugly!

The car hasn't even disliked your poverty yet!

The car salesman looked at Chen Yansen and sighed silently that youth is good; pretending to be rich is so casual.

When he grows up, he will understand that even buying a 100,000 commuter car is difficult.

Chen Yansen ignored the salesman, directly sat in the driver's seat, and felt the comfort of the seat cushion: "This chair is okay."

The car salesman smiled, speechless.

"Let's take this one; can your store handle the license plate registration?" Chen Yansen asked casually.

"Huh!? You really want to buy?" The car salesman looked confused, dumbfounded, and reflexively asked back.

"What's wrong, do you not want to sell?" Chen Yansen teased.

"Sell! Definitely sell! Mr. this way please, Xiao Zhou, brew two cups of tea with the tea leaves in my drawer."

The car salesman's face was full of smiles, and he eagerly led the two to the rest area.

Enthusiasm times ten!

Then he took out a form and started selecting accessories for Chen Yansen.

Without waiting for Chen Yansen to speak, he proactively proposed a discount amount of 170,000, and also gave away maintenance vouchers, car wash vouchers, dash cams, backrest cushions, folding umbrellas, and a pile of other gifts.

In addition, there was a mechanical watch printed with the BMW logo.

"Mr. Chen, we offer a license plate registration service. You can tell me your requirements, and we'll get it done for you as early as that same day," the car salesman said with a smile.

"What's the final deal price?" Chen Yansen waved his hand and got straight to the point.

"2,028,000!" The car salesman's heart was pounding, afraid Chen Yansen would find it too expensive and back out.

"The stuff you're throwing in is worth 140,000?" Chen Yansen chuckled, leaned back, and countered noncommittally.

"Mr. Chen, those things aren't worth 140,000 out there, but that's just how it is at a 4S shop. We salesmen can't do anything about it either. How about this—I'll throw in three more major services and six minor services. Any parts under 1,000 yuan that break within a year, we'll replace for free."

The salesman gritted his teeth and put on a look of bleeding money.

"Drop the price a bit more, and I'll really be tempted," Chen Yansen said, lifting his teacup for a sip, continuing to haggle.

"Then let me go ask the manager. Please wait a moment, you two." The salesman wore a troubled look, then finally stood up and said.

"Fine, go ahead." Chen Yansen didn't call him out on it—after all, by the time this cup of tea was finished, the other party would have just finished a cigarette.

What he cared about was the result; the process didn't matter.

Ten minutes later, the salesman returned with a price of 1,988,000.

Chen Yansen knew perfectly well that if December weren't the slow season, he'd have had to spend another hundred-plus thousand more. Seeing he couldn't squeeze out any more discounts, he signed the contract without hesitation. The out-the-door price was 2.26 million. He had finance transfer the money via online banking into the 4S shop's account.

"Mr. Chen, once the plate is on, we'll contact you right away." After receiving the payment, the salesman became even more enthusiastic.

Chen Yansen acknowledged, and walked out of the 4S shop with Song Yuncheng: "It's been ages since I soaked in a hot spring. There's a decent hot spring hotel in Shidu."

The last time, he had taken Meng Jie there.

"I'm not going. I want to go back to work." Song Yuncheng refused.

"Don't you like me? Don't you want to spend a little more time with me?" Chen Yansen stared at her and asked with a smile.

"I also really like the cats and dogs at school." Song Yuncheng regretted confessing and, in her fluster, grabbed a random excuse.

"Then at least keep me company for a meal, alright?" Seeing her resolute attitude, Chen Yansen stopped pushing and changed his approach.

"Fine." Song Yuncheng nodded, not daring to refuse Chen Yansen twice in a row.

The two took a taxi to the city center and picked a teppanyaki restaurant.

The private room was about thirty square meters; through the glass curtain wall, one could overlook the entire CBD.

The chef stood at the teppanyaki grill—each time a dish was ready, Chen Yansen and Song Yuncheng would eat one.

Chen Yansen was long used to such occasions, but Song Yuncheng was full of curiosity, looking around everywhere and occasionally chatting with the chef.

The meal lasted over two hours; the bill came to 2,300 yuan.

"I thought it tasted pretty good at first, but the moment I saw the price, it didn't taste quite as good anymore."

A flash of surprise crossed Song Yuncheng's eyes, and she couldn't help sighing.

"Money is for spending—that's its only use. Once your December salary lands, you can afford this kind of restaurant too."

Chen Yansen was walking out when he heard Song Yuncheng's words, turned around, and said.

"I couldn't bear to." Song Yuncheng said with great conviction.

People do change.

Chen Yansen silently added to himself. In his previous life, when he had no money, he ate at Shaxian with Tang Zhenzhe, sharing a single bed.

Later, when the company went public and he achieved financial freedom, he rarely ate at restaurants under 500 yuan per person.

It wasn't that he was picky—it's just that there was more money than he could spend.

Before he died in his previous life, he still had 60 million yuan in cash in his card, and stocks, bonds, and large-denomination certificates of deposit—too many to even keep track of.

In this life, he didn't want to repeat the same mistake.

The two spent another afternoon at a park, an amusement park, and a KTV in the city. Song Yuncheng didn't notice at all that Chen Yansen was dating her the way he worked.

It wasn't until evening that the 4S shop's call finally arrived, late as ever.

Chen Yansen took Song Yuncheng back. By the time they returned to Xucheng Academy, Chen Yansen was already sitting in the driver's seat of a BMW 750.

Passing the guard post, he tossed out a pack of Huazi cigarettes and took care of the license plate registration along the way.

There were parking spots right at the entrance of the startup park. Given his relationship with Cao Dahua, a word was all it took.

"Brother Wang, who is this kid? Driving a BMW to school?" A new guard nudged his colleague and asked curiously.

"Our academy's business genius—heard he makes this much in a single month." The other guard held up one finger.

"Holy crap! Ten million?" The new guard was shocked, his mouth hanging wide open.

"Hmph! One hundred million!" The old guard snorted coldly and corrected him disdainfully.

……

……

Chen Yansen drove toward the startup park. Just as he was about to park, he saw five or six people from the security section forcibly driving out three dust-covered people.

"That's Chen Yansen!"

A man in his fifties caught sight of Chen Yansen from the corner of his eye and immediately shouted.

The moment the words fell, the three rushed over crying and shouting, as if they'd seen their savior.

"Chen Zong, have mercy, forgive us!"

"President Chen, my lord, be magnanimous, let us off this once. Blessings and prosperity to you in the future."

"Please! We know we were wrong, give us one chance!"

The last one cried and wailed as he spoke, his tone rising and falling dramatically, exaggerated like he was performing in an opera.

"Captain Zhan, what are these people here for?" Chen Yansen looked at Zhan Guowei from the security section and asked.

"Family members of those couriers from Yizhou. I stopped them at the front gate this morning, didn't expect them to climb over the west gate's wall and get in." Zhan Guowei answered.

Family members of the couriers?

Chen Yansen was stunned for a moment, then realized—they were the culprits behind the Feitian Maotai swap case.

Traveling all this way to Xucheng to cause trouble—what a bunch of lunatics!

Chen Yansen let out a cold laugh, unmoved by the pleading in his ear, and suggested to Zhan Guowei, "Call the police. If they keep coming here to make trouble every day and disrupt Fox Tao's normal operations, I'll have no choice but to go to Principal Tang."

The moment Zhan Guowei heard that, panic flared in his heart, and he hurriedly said, "I'll contact the patrol office right away. Don't worry, there definitely won't be a next time."

Having said that, he glared viciously at the three of them, and with rough, brutish movements, dragged them by force from the entrance of the startup park all the way to the school gate.

Song Yuncheng watched this scene, lost in thought.

"Do you think I'm being cold and heartless?" Chen Yansen asked out of nowhere.

"No," Song Yuncheng answered firmly.

"Fail to kill the snake, and you'll only suffer for it. Better to be the villain than a spineless do-gooder."

Chen Yansen raised an eyebrow and instructed in a flat tone.

(End of chapter)