After waving goodbye to Song Yuncheng, Chen Yansen led Wang Zihao on a leisurely stroll around Xucheng Academy's East Campus, familiarizing themselves with the environment and letting their lunch settle.
"Senior said she has a boyfriend. Are you still planning to pursue her?" Wang Zihao frowned and asked cautiously.
Chen Yansen smirked. "You believe her just because she says so? Besides, why should I be the one pursuing her? Maybe she should chase me."
Wang Zihao blinked, taken aback by his arrogance. Chen Yansen's confidence was unnerving, yet somehow inspiring.
"Fragrant flowers attract butterflies; tall trees attract phoenixes. If you're good enough, girls will come to you willingly," Chen Yansen continued, glancing at his friend. He thought to himself: No wonder you got swindled out of half your fortune in your past life. At least you understand human nature.
"Don't worry," Chen Yansen patted Wang Zihao's shoulder. "If your dad has food to eat, you'll have something to drink."
"Go to hell!" Wang Zihao muttered, pretending to swing his fist, though he felt oddly comforted.
The vibration of Chen Yansen's phone interrupted them. He pulled it out: Gu Wenwen from China Telecom. She requested they come to the campus business hall to finalize tomorrow's card distribution plan.
"Let's move," Chen Yansen said, leading Wang Zihao to the car. The Mercedes E300 purred to life, and within seconds, they were at the campus business hall.
The moment they stepped out of the car, a group of burly students blocked their way. The lead boy, Zhou Zekai, sized up the car and the two freshmen, trying to mask his intimidation.
"So it was you two who stole our campus agent without knowing the rules?" Zhou Zekai sneered.
Chen Yansen raised an eyebrow, unfazed. "What, you're upset? Don't tell me you think you can scare me with your little gang?"
The crowd bristled. One hothead immediately drew a nunchaku. "Let's teach him a lesson!" he shouted, ready to attack.
Chen Yansen laughed mockingly, stepping closer. "Wow… so aggressive. You're really trying to scare me?" His voice dripped with derision.
"Everyone, stop. We're all students at Xucheng Academy. You've been the campus general agent for two years. Now, newcomers like us took the position you've been enjoying… isn't that a bit much?" Chen Yansen's casual tone carried authority.
Zhou Zekai's hotheaded companions hesitated. Chen Yansen continued: "Here's the deal: you work with me. Every card you sell, fifty yuan commission."
The teens froze. Only Zhou Zekai's own interests were truly threatened. He hadn't sold a single card himself in years, just pocketing profits from the lower-level agents.
"What about me?" Zhou Zekai asked, his voice trembling.
"You get fifty yuan per card too," Chen Yansen replied nonchalantly, his tone sharp as a blade.
Zhou Zekai's face darkened, rage mixing with disbelief. "You can't—"
"Do you even have agency rights? Can you touch a single card without my permission?" Chen Yansen's words struck like thunder. Zhou's classmates stiffened. His power as general agent vanished the moment the school's telecom staff aligned with Chen Yansen.
Chen Yansen leaned against the sleek black Mercedes, the sun reflecting off its flawless paint. "Friends who want to sell cards, leave your info. Those who think about causing trouble—look at this car. A Mercedes E300, 798,000 yuan. Scratch it, break a window, dent the body—you could be paying 8,000 yuan in repairs minimum. And if I don't forgive you? Up to three years in prison."
The crowd froze. Nobody had expected these 'freshmen' to drive a car worth more than many families' houses. Some instinctively stepped back, afraid to get too close.
Li Hui, a tall boy with glasses, spoke up. "You're seriously giving fifty yuan per card?"
"Yes," Chen Yansen said, tone casual, as if discussing the weather.
Within minutes, one by one, the students came forward, leaving only Zhou Zekai and the stubborn Zheng Xinyang. They had no choice but to retreat, humiliated.
"Clap, clap, clap," Gu Wenwen applauded quietly. "As expected of President Zhao's talent. He's got Zhou Zekai completely under control with just a few words."
Meng Yaqin, the regional manager, stepped out to greet them. "Chen Yansen, this is Meng Yaqin. Please, introduce yourself."
"Pleasure to meet you, Sister Meng," Chen Yansen said with a practiced smile, shaking her hand briefly, his movements precise, controlled, and confident.
As they walked into the business hall, Chen Yansen glanced at the pile of campus cards. "Fifty per box, two thousand in total. Since you saw me drive here…"
Meng Yaqin blinked. She knew previous agents had to pay upfront for cards. Chen Yansen didn't—President Zhao's instructions made sure of that.
After confirming the schedule, materials, and posters for tomorrow, Meng Yaqin wanted to treat them to dinner. Chen Yansen politely declined. He had to meet the distributors and ensure each card went to the right person tonight.
Back in the car, Wang Zihao turned to him. "Brother Sen, I've arranged the distributors. See you at the basketball court at seven PM tonight."
Chen Yansen nodded, already planning the next steps.