After a short rest at the hotel, the two returned to campus after dinner.
Dusk had already settled in. The Mercedes' headlights cut through the evening haze, bright and eye-catching as it rolled to a stop near the dormitory area.
The moment Chen Yansen and Wang Zihao got out of the car and waved, a group of second- and third-year campus card agents froze in place.
Disbelief flickered across their faces.
Li Hui was among them.
Compared to his sharp suit and tie from the afternoon, Chen Yansen now wore a simple white T-shirt, gray casual pants, and clean white Nike sneakers. The outfit was plain, yet it only made his tall, straight posture stand out more. Under the streetlights, he looked effortlessly confident.
"Hello, everyone."
Chen Yansen's voice was calm but firm as he stepped forward.
"I'm Chen Yansen from the Department of Literature and Communication. This is Wang Zihao from the School of Business."
He pointed casually behind him.
"Tomorrow, the Telecom activity point will be set up on Xuelin Road, right next to the basketball court. Each of you will pick up twenty phone cards from me later. Once you've sold them all, contact Wang Zihao or go directly to the booth."
He paused, then added evenly, "The sales scripts I compiled are already in the group files. Memorize them carefully. I wish you all strong sales and big profits."
The crowd immediately erupted.
"Don't worry, Senior! I've been memorizing the scripts for days!"
"Freshmen all need phone cards anyway. With these plans, selling them will be easy!"
"Senior, thank you so much! My last upline only gave thirty yuan commission per card!"
Gratitude filled their voices.
After all, these two had arrived in a Mercedes.
That alone spoke volumes.
Li Hui stood at the edge of the crowd, his expression complicated. He watched second- and third-year students repeatedly calling Chen Yansen "Senior" and nearly blurted out—
Don't you know they're freshmen too?
But the moment his eyes met Chen Yansen's faint, unreadable smile, he swallowed the words.
If he wanted to make money, keeping quiet was the smartest move.
"All right," Chen Yansen said after checking the time. "Everyone go back and rest early."
"If security sees over forty people gathering here, it won't look good."
Once everyone received their twenty cards, the crowd gradually dispersed.
Li Hui hesitated before finally stepping forward.
"Chen… Senior Chen."
The words felt awkward on his tongue.
"I know someone at Xucheng Health College. Can I get more phone cards?"
Chen Yansen studied him briefly, then smiled.
"How many?"
"Three hundred."
Li Hui clenched his teeth as he said it.
Chen Yansen raised an eyebrow. "You've got sub-agents?"
"Fourteen. Last year, I personally sold over six hundred cards."
There was quiet pride in his voice.
Chen Yansen nodded. "Zihao, give him another three hundred."
The more cards sold, the more money flowed in.
There was no reason to stop him.
"Thank you."
Li Hui accepted the cards with both hands, nodding repeatedly.
Minutes later, the Mercedes rolled out of campus again, disappearing into the night.
The next morning.
Instead of heading to registration, Chen Yansen and Wang Zihao drove straight to the Telecom activity point.
Two hundred meters north along Xuelin Road, a blue sunshade stood prominently beside a massive poster:
"Recharge 100, Get 100 Back! Recharge 300, Get a Free Phone!"
Freshmen and parents were already gathering.
Chen Yansen greeted Gu Wenwen and told her they wouldn't personally sell cards today—they would stay at the booth while agents handled individual customers.
The first wave of freshmen slowly entered campus, eyes filled with curiosity and nervous excitement.
"Which department are you in?"
"Music Academy? Same here. Let me help you with your luggage."
"Want a phone card? Recharge 100, get 100 back—plus 60 hours of free internet every month."
Upperclass volunteers in colorful vests moved skillfully through the crowd, guiding freshmen through registration while casually pitching campus cards.
But before long, China Unicom and China Mobile agents began noticing something wrong.
Freshmen kept shaking their heads.
After asking around, the reason became clear.
Telecom's 19-yuan plan had more data.
The 39-yuan plan had even more.
The 59-yuan plan included QQ membership and QQ Space VIP.
And on top of that—tiered recharge bonuses and hundreds of hours of WLAN.
By the time freshmen reached their dorms, they were already lining up at the Telecom booth.
"Senior, you're so handsome!"
"Senior Chen, the other plans were terrible. Yours is definitely the best!"
"I want the 59-yuan package!"
A group of seventeen- and eighteen-year-old girls surrounded Chen Yansen, calling him "Senior" sweetly.
One bold girl even brushed his hand while receiving her card.
Wang Zihao sat nearby, his face dark.
So this is what the gap between people looks like…
I'm the one chatting with them in the group every day!
University life is unfair.
Chen Yansen, meanwhile, felt a faint sense of nostalgia.
Youth really was intoxicating.
When he finally managed to send the girls away, he turned around—and more than half the box of cards was gone.
"Little Chen," Gu Wenwen whispered teasingly as she leaned down, "you've really charmed them. What do you think they'll say when they find out you're a freshman too?"
"They're too innocent," Chen Yansen replied smoothly. "I prefer someone more mature—like you, Sister Wenwen."
"Hmph, I don't believe you."
Despite her words, Gu Wenwen felt her heartbeat quicken under his gaze.
"Go," Chen Yansen said calmly. "Open another box."
"Oh? Little Chen acting serious now?"
She giggled and followed his instructions.
By noon, Meng Yaqin arrived with boxed lunches. Everyone ate hurriedly at the table, exhausted but satisfied.
The afternoon was even busier.
By dusk, the crowd finally thinned.
They began counting.
"There are 194 cards left," Gu Wenwen said, eyes widening. "That means we sold 1,806 cards today!"
"My god… last year we didn't even sell half that."
Chen Yansen remained calm.
At thirty yuan commission per card, that was just over fifty thousand.
But the real profit came from top-ups.
Most freshmen chose the "Recharge 100, Get 100 Back" option.
Conservatively—
Over 150,000 yuan in one day.
"Damn!"
Wang Zihao suddenly slapped his thigh.
"I forgot to register!"