Who Would Fall in Love After Being Reborn?

Chapter 238: There’s a Trick to Giving Money Away

In the evening, the sky was ablaze with the splendid colors of sunset.

The little rich woman could now ride the electric scooter on her own, so Jiang Qin let go and watched her cruise from east to south, and back again, with a slight smile on his lips.

He had once seen a TV series with a spirited young female student, always sporting a ponytail and wearing a school uniform, riding an electric scooter with ease.

Some inexplicable fancy had been triggered within him, and the image had stayed with Jiang Qin for a long time.

Now, the sensation of the illusion merging with reality suddenly took hold.

The little rich woman had truly been molded into his own preference…

Jiang Qin stepped aside to clear the spacious road and squatted down next to where Gao Wenhui was sitting.

“Is Feng Nanshu’s butt soft when you touch it?”

Gao Wenhui pouted: “You touched it, so what’s the big deal? She’s all yours anyway; what’s there to be embarrassed about?”

Jiang Qin turned to glance at the stool she sat on: “Alright, let’s find a secluded corner, and I’ll describe to you in detail the feeling of touching her, as well as the turmoil within my heart. But you can’t tell anyone else.”

“Let’s talk in the shed behind here. I won’t tell a second person.”

Gao Wenhui stood up excitedly, but in the next second, Jiang Qin quickly snatched the stool and sat on it himself.

So much for sentimentality; in this world, there’s only deception and cunning! Boasting so much, now you see the evil side of human nature, don’t you?

Gao Wenhui’s mouth was askew in anger: “Fine, you took my stool, but you must describe the feeling, and the turmoil within you!”

“Give it up, why should I feed you bait after I’ve already caught the fish?” said Jiang Qin, sitting in a pompous manner.

“Then give me back my stool!”

Jiang Qin patted his thigh: “Come on, sit on the boss’s lap, I’ll hold you.”

A cold smile played on Gao Wenhui’s lips: “If you’re so clear and pure at heart, why not let Feng Nanshu sit on your lap?”

“Why wouldn’t I dare?”

“I’ll call Feng Nanshu over!”

Jiang Qin looked down at himself and realized he wasn’t wearing a coat: “Maybe next time. I’m not ready today. But I do have a question that’s been bothering me. Just where did we go wrong to make everyone think we’re in a relationship?”

After hearing this, Gao Wenhui thought seriously for a moment: “There are too many examples, but I can summarize it with a joke. Do you know Lin Pingzhi from ‘The Smiling, Proud Wanderer’?”

“?

“Yue Lingshan asks Lin Pingzhi if he’s been practicing the Evil-Resisting Swordplay. Lin, shocked, replies that he never mentioned this to anyone, so how could she know? Yue says, ‘Your fingers are practically curling into an orchid shape, am I blind or what?’”

Gao Wenhui proudly shook her head: “Denial is useless. All your actions betray you.”

Jiang Qin spat in her direction and gave the stool back: “The new scooter can get stolen easily, don’t forget to teach the little rich woman to lock it up. I’m leaving now.”

“Hey, where are you going? Let Feng Nanshu ride you there on the scooter.”

“No need, I’m going back to the dorm to catch up on sleep. She just learned to ride and can’t go that far; I don’t feel comfortable with it.”

Jiang Qin stood up, returned the stool to Gao Wenhui, and walked back to his dorm. Upon opening the door, he found three Saiyans lying on their beds, discussing the next morning’s morning run.

Having just finished running, it made a difference. Old Cao even felt like he was about to develop abs.

Zhou Chao was stealthily vain, constantly finding new angles to admire his biceps in the mirror.

Ren Ziqiang had even started drafting his mate selection criteria, planning to post it to his QQ space once he received an award, forbidding girls who did not meet his standards from adding him.

Jiang Qin offered no comment on his roommates’ fanciful behavior, thinking to himself that if they could keep running the next day, he’d turn his surname upside down.

Sure enough, the next morning, none of the three in the dorm managed to get up. They all lay in bed, moaning in pain, complaining of sore legs.

Damn it, it used to be difficult just to get out of bed, and meals were grouped together. Now they struggle to run in the sports field; how could their legs not hurt? Old Ren was still clueless about his physical fitness. With a body like that, he aimed for a long-distance running championship? Would he run on jelly legs or what? And if he couldn’t reach the finish line, it would be even worse. He would lose his college mating rights for all four years.

“Brothers, shall we go for a run?”

“Forget it, Old Jiang. If you want to go, go by yourself. I’m practically dead in the dorm today.”

“Damn, a bunch of wastes. When I develop a six-pack, don’t you dare be jealous.”

Jiang Qin smacked their attractive thighs a couple of times before leaving the dorm amid curses. He then headed to office 208.

After last night’s online test, the group store was ready to launch. The marketing post from the night before successfully hyped things up, and many people were curious about this new model of online-to-offline consumption.

Of course, the most enticing thing was the first-day discount.

The Vienna Hotel offered a twenty percent discount on all types of rooms, which for some of the guys with girlfriends, was a dire need.

Discounts were also available at internet cafés and pool halls, crucial for those without girlfriends.

Besides, there were swimming pools, gyms, nail and hair salons – though not plentiful, they covered almost all facets of a college student’s daily consumption.

In other words, once the group store went live on the group website, Jiang Qin would have near-total control of business around the university town whether online or offline.

However, before the launch, to fully mobilize the initiative of college students, there was still a need for offline guidance.

For example, like the campus beauty contest once used by Zhihu, the first snow in Linchuan during the group’s launch, or the broad-minded support from Zhang Zixuan, the campus beauty of the Polytechnic University.

But this time, things were too rushed, and Jiang Qin didn’t have time to set up offline marketing. He thought for a moment before deciding to ride on the coattails of the sports meet.

Honestly, when it came to campus-wide events, the campus beauty competition was trivial compared to the upcoming Spring Sports Meet. It would be a waste not to take advantage of such an opportunity.

Thus, Jiang Qin drove to Zhang Baiqing’s office.

The student union president, Zhuang Siyu, was there as well, discussing the sports meet with Zhang Baiqing. Their eyes lit up when they saw Jiang Qin walk in, as if the timing couldn’t be better since they were just considering sponsorship matters; their dog-moneybag had taken the initiative to come to their door.

And Jiang Qin smiled upon seeing them, thinking how excited they must be to see the arrival of dog moneybags.

“Jiang Qin, do you need something from me?” Zhang Baiqing asked without revealing anything.

“Well, Principal, I’d like to report the progress of my work. My company has been registered, and I’ve got the business license.”

“You’re quick! It just took you a few days to set up a company?”

“It’s all thanks to your good instruction.”

Jiang Qin glanced at Zhuang Siyu: “It seems I’ve come at an inopportune time. Are you having a meeting? Then I won’t disturb you.”

Zhuang Siyu immediately stopped him: “Don’t rush off, little brother. We’re about to have a meeting, please join us. It’s about the sports meet.”

“I don’t think that’s appropriate, I’m not part of the student union.”

“Don’t be such a stranger. The meeting room is right next door. You can head over first, and the principal and I will follow shortly.”

Knowing that Sister Zhuang was eager to get some benefits, and that he did indeed have some wool to offer, Jiang Qin no longer teased her, nodded, and left Zhang Baiqing’s office.

Business was like that. Even if you were eager to give away money, you couldn’t just say you were there to give money; that would not maximize the benefits.

You had to act like you didn’t really want to cough up the cash but due to the principal and the president’s face, you generously opened your wallet. That’s how you secure the relationship, worth keeping whether or not you’ll need it in the future. It’s all part of the added value of business cooperation.

Jiang Qin walked to the meeting room next door, where dozens were already seated. Some were members of the student union, others were staff sent from the college unions for the meeting.

When someone entered the room, all eyes turned to Jiang Qin. Among them, a young man seated towards the back of the stage, wearing a white shirt and looking quite snazzy despite the numerous pimples on his face making one’s scalp tingle, frowned upon seeing Jiang Qin: “I issued a notice in the group at eight this morning, letting everyone know to arrive by ten. It’s now eleven and people are still coming in late; is there no sense of discipline?”

“Who are you?” Jiang Qin asked, puzzled.

“You ask who I am? I’m the vice president of the student union, Tan Shipeng!”

Jiang Qin smacked his lips, thinking to himself that these student cadres sure liked to take their authority seriously, spreading the word for everyone to arrive by ten, yet the meeting hadn’t even started yet. These student council types just love wielding their paltry power, utterly pointless.

“Sorry, I’ll come earlier next time.”

Jiang Qin moved to an empty seat at the back of the room, but upon looking up, he saw Tan Shipeng still staring at him with discontent.

See? I’m not even part of the student union. What was the use of watching me?

Jiang Qin opened his phone and began playing Snake, but even the faint sound of the game was piercing in the silent meeting room.

“Turn off your phone and keep quiet.”

“?

Tan Shipeng looked at him coldly: “Which college are you from? After the meeting, don’t bother with the student union anymore.”

Hearing these words, the student union members present all looked at Jiang Qin, their expressions filled with a bit of schadenfreude.

The authority of the university student union was a tad greater than that of the colleges, and although largely useless, it was simple for them to relay information upwards to dismiss a student union member.

So in their eyes, Jiang Qin was already being ousted.

But before Tan Shipeng could continue speaking, the door to the meeting room was pushed open. Zhang Baiqing and Zhuang Siyu entered, apologizing for the wait.

Tan Shipeng immediately shut his mouth and, with a smile plastered on his face, stood up to pull out chairs for Zhang Baiqing and Zhuang Siyu.

Following that, everyone in the room began a detailed discussion about the upcoming Spring Sports Meet, from the procedures to the segments, from scoring to awarding, covering every little aspect as they each spoke up.

Jiang Qin wasn’t interested in all of that until Zhang Baiqing shifted the discussion to the topic of sponsorship. Only then did he lift his head slightly.

“This year’s sports meet needs to be held with grandeur, and there’ll be reporters from Linchuan TV station coming to interview. To showcase the spirit of our school, all the on-site arrangements must be comprehensive. Although the funding provided by the school is sufficient, there are some areas it may not cover, so I hope each college student union will actively seek sponsorship.”

“Principal, it’s difficult to get sponsorships this year. Many merchants say that economic benefits are low,” Zhuang Siyu said.

Zhang Baiqing coughed: “Don’t go after the small businesses, but some of the bigger ones should be generous.”

“But where can we find these big businesses?”

“Just look around school, or the big businesses inside the school should all be approachable.”

Zhuang Siyu glanced at Jiang Qin: “Principal, big businesses are generally tough to talk to; we might be rejected before we even ask.”

Zhang Baiqing waved his hand casually: “Some of the big businesses in our school have benefited from it, so if you try, they will be willing to give.”

“I’m just afraid they’ll play dumb and won’t initiate the conversation.”

Zhang Baiqing and Zhuang Siyu pointedly nudged Jiang Qin between the lines, but Jiang Qin just smiled and said nothing.

The principal was frustrated, thinking this kid could usually talk his way through anything and wasn’t so insensitive. He had hinted so blatantly, but Jiang Qin offered no response; wasn’t all the principal’s support for him in vain?

“Jiang Qin, didn’t you understand what I just said?” asked Zhang Baiqing, unable to hold back any longer.

Jiang Qin pouted: “Principal, you were practically reaching into my wallet. How could I not understand?”

“Then why don’t you respond? Just sitting there, letting me waste my breath?”

“I didn’t dare to. A pimple-faced guy told me not to make any noise; I have to obey the rules.”

As his words fell, every gaze in the room converged on Tan Shipeng, whose face was already red from pimples, and now turned an even deeper shade.

Damn it, this bastard isn’t even part of the student union. He was called in by the principal? Why didn’t he just say so? Fuck.

Zhang Baiqing glanced at Tan Shipeng and ignored him: “Cut the crap. Will you sponsor or not?”

“Principal, for your sake and Sister Zhuang’s, I’ll cover any shortfall in this year’s funds.”

“Really?” Zhuang Siyu was shocked.

Jiang Qin nodded: “But I do have a condition. I’ll handle the materials for the event. Just send me a list of requirements when it’s time.”

Zhang Baiqing knew he wanted publicity: “Alright, that’s settled then.”

“Then I’ll take my leave. Brother Peng doesn’t want me speaking, and since I’m chatty, I can’t stand it.”

Tan Shipeng: “…”

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