[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich":3,"chapter-what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-chapter-14":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","What's Wrong with Me Being the Last to Get Rich?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2272591,4439,"Chapter 14","what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-chapter-14",14,"\u003Cp>Yu Xing’s second survey trip with Zhong Zhiling was no more laborious than the first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, this one was even faster than finding his own counselor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Yu Xing arrived at the office, he politely introduced himself as a student and humbly sought help from the counselors; aside from one counselor who was busy, everyone else gathered around, and even female counselors enthusiastically joined the discussion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, did that couple who publicly proposed last year get married yet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, not yet—I’ve been lurking in the group and heard they’re in a cold war.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who marked 70%-80%? I think it’s more like 80%-90%.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe even higher—students who’ve dated must be over 90%! I’m not marking it—I’ll just write 92%!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The office discussion was lively; this kind of chat was far more fun than work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Full of enthusiasm, eager to cooperate, chattering nonstop, reluctant to end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time Yu Xing and Zhong Zhiling stepped out of the office, they could still hear the voices behind them; they exchanged glances, both seeing disbelief in each other’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t hard—but it was too easy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miscalculation—I shouldn’t have brought fruit; I should’ve bought sunflower seeds!” Yu Xing reflected on his mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Zhiling couldn’t help scratching his head: “How come the counselors are… uh, hard to describe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Counselors are people too. It’s no different from you guys in the dorm talking about your class’s girls, the next-door class, or which teacher is hot,” Yu Xing said. “Alright, let’s get to work—you handle these few schools, I’ll go to Nanjing University.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, then arranged: “We’ll spend two or three days on this survey. Today’s time isn’t enough—I’ll recruit a few more people tomorrow, submit the data to Ying Jie the day after, and aim to officially launch within this week.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Zhiling clutched a stack of survey forms and nodded firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, when he was alone, he realized he was still nervous, his speech a little stuttering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the nervousness and stuttering didn’t significantly slow progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes counselors asked which school he was from or the purpose of the survey, but after he explained briefly, there were no harsh follow-ups.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Zhiling grew more confident with each visit; by evening, he finished his survey rounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Jiangning University Town has 15 universities, including well-known ones like Southeast and Nanjing University of Aeronautics and Astronautics; today he cycled to five, plus his own and the neighboring school, totaling seven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a full day of work, Zhong Zhiling was drenched in sweat; while waiting to meet his senior, he flipped through the survey forms, murmuring in amazement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this what a survey really is?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It doesn’t seem nearly as impressive as I imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At seven p.m., Zhong Zhiling finally saw his senior, his face worn with fatigue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Brother Xing, how was it?” Zhong Zhiling hurriedly handed him a bottle of mineral water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I went to Xianlin, hit eight schools,” Yu Xing gulped down half the bottle. “How about you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Zhiling reported: “Five schools, plus the two we did together—that’s fifteen total!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jinling has roughly fifty universities—so we’ve covered 30%!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, no need to visit them all. Looks like tomorrow we just need more help, and we can draft the report,” Yu Xing wiped his sweat, took his junior’s daily results, and carefully reviewed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flipped through two pages, then pulled one out and placed it on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Zhiling picked it up, puzzled: “What’s wrong with this one? Any issues?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t include the too-low ones. Haven’t you watched TV? Drop the highest and lowest scores,” Yu Xing said casually. “This one marked 20%-30% for dating rate—what school is this? Probably just made up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Zhiling remembered this form: “It was from a civil engineering counselor—he even asked me what others had marked.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing grunted: “Civil engineering? That explains it. Was this counselor inflating numbers?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Zhiling blinked, understanding dawning: “So we don’t need to go there anymore?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, exactly the opposite. Civil engineering isn’t about not wanting to date—it’s that there are few girls. With so few, once they do date, wouldn’t they spend money?” Yu Xing shook his head. “We must go—and they’ll be our high-conversion target.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Zhiling could only mutter: “Damn…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing finished his water and skimmed through the survey forms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could begin compiling data, Zhong Zhiling received a call from his girlfriend, reporting she’d secured two clients and earned 598 yuan, asking to meet up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time Lu Haiying arrived, Yu Xing’s data tally was nearly complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I haven’t even written the contract yet! I remember Zhong Zhiling had the contract! They didn’t even ask me for it!” Lu Haiying beamed. “Smooth, right? Smooth! I’ve got talent, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve got talent. Yeah, you handle marketing from now on—let Zhong Zhiling manage the money,” Yu Xing said, favoring this unburdened third member. “Our project will involve plenty of female students—you’re perfect for interacting with them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Haiying straightened up, brimming with confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, let’s see today’s results—the preliminary statistics from fifteen universities in Jinling,” Yu Xing announced, holding up his notebook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—80% of college students have dated, but only 32% are currently in relationships; 21% of graduates have dated; 1.5% of those who entered society have married.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, the core marriage probability in our dating contract aligns with reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And based on this data, among Jinling’s 115,000 graduating students this year, there could be up to 24,150 couples—but accounting for overlaps, the actual number of graduate couples will be lower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We can round down,” Yu Xing mused. “Say twenty thousand graduate couples.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He continued: “Subtract those currently in long-distance cold wars—count three thousand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Zhiling and Lu Haiying exchanged glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing added another line: “Subtract those actively preparing to break up—another three thousand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That leaves sixteen thousand couples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Subtract those just getting by—those who’ll break up immediately after graduation—another three thousand,” Yu Xing deducted again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirteen thousand remain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing raised his pen again, about to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Zhiling couldn’t hold back: “Big Brother Xing, stop!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason, he felt uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing looked up: “Oh? Have we considered all factors? Fine. Based on today’s rough stats, roughly two out of every hundred couples marry after graduation—still pretty high.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Haiying’s expression stiffened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, we’ll continue tallying tomorrow. Since we’re doing this, let’s do it right,” Yu Xing was satisfied with today’s work. “After removing all these factors, our potential client pool is thirteen thousand graduate couples. Even if we convert just 10%, that’s… thirteen hundred couples.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thirteen hundred times 299—388,700.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Round down—380,000 in revenue.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing looked at his second and third in command: “If we can raise the conversion rate to 30% based on early results, we’re looking at a million in revenue.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Zhiling and Lu Haiying nodded silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I’ll write up the data—you both take copies, study them, and think about our upcoming work, find gaps and fix them,” Yu Xing pulled out another A4 sheet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything settled—for now, we’re done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Zhiling and Lu Haiying left with the rough draft of the couple survey report, walking in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they reached the dorm, the two young people embraced, their hearts trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, they’d personally verified reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you think we’ll make it to the end?” Lu Haiying whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, we will,” Zhong Zhiling knew the right answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he couldn’t help recalling the scenes from today’s survey—different counselors answering the final question on the form in different tones and expressions: “Marriage? That ratio’s way too low.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Zhiling had barely parted from his girlfriend when his senior called again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh right, I forgot—we need to register a Taobao store. Use your ID to register it—name it ‘Guai Ai Wang.’” Yu Xing said. “We’ll need it later; once we release this report, we’ll get online traffic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Zhiling asked: “Again me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing replied: “Yes, or Lu Haiying could do it—you two decide. It doesn’t matter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Zhiling thought of his girlfriend, just now soft and fragile in his arms, and sighed: “I’ll do it.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1342,"2026-06-19T22:51:34.189Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","db66901c49344b72efdc6e0eb54676ad54e1a7edccc496277fd5e9362118cb95","what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-chapter-15","what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-chapter-13",328,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwhat-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-cover.jpg"]