"One hundred and fifty thousand a day?"
Inside Shuangqing Restaurant, the noise was overwhelming.
The moment Meng Jie heard Wang Zihao mention the estimated daily profit from campus phone cards, her chopsticks froze mid-air. Her mouth hung open as if she had forgotten how to close it.
She knew Chen Yansen had made over a hundred thousand yuan reselling MP3s and MP4s—but that had taken more than ten days.One hundred and fifty thousand a day? The difference was staggering.
"It's only an estimate," Chen Yansen said calmly, picking up a piece of fish. "How much we actually make depends on Zhao Maolin's ambition."
Wang Zihao's smug grin vanished instantly."You're saying he might skim the commission?"
"We know the sales volume of the cards," Chen Yansen replied unhurriedly. "He won't dare touch the eighty-yuan activation fee. But the recharge rebates? We don't have exact numbers. He can report whatever he wants."
The words hit Wang Zihao like a bucket of ice water. His shoulders slumped.
Then he noticed Chen Yansen's composed expression and immediately caught on."Brother Sen… you already have a solution, don't you?"
"There's always a way." Chen Yansen tapped the table lightly. "Eat first. Don't overthink it."
Of course, he had a plan.If Zhao Maolin dared to play games, Chen Yansen had more than enough leverage to make him regret it.
He kept silent for two reasons:First, to let Wang Zihao understand how treacherous people could be.Second, because the kid had been way too excited—he needed a dose of reality.
"By the way," Meng Jie said with a grin, changing the topic, "are you two planning to run for class monitor? My dad said the first few days of school are crucial. It helps with scholarships and the student council."
"Your dad's right," Chen Yansen said with a smile, "but I'm not interested."
Xucheng Academy was just a second-tier university. He wasn't planning on civil service exams either.The so-called 'resources' of a class monitor meant nothing to him.
Time was better spent making money.
"Who's your dad anyway?" Meng Jie laughed. "You really know how to talk nonsense."
Wang Zihao chuckled and buried his head in his food.
The meal lasted over an hour. When they stepped outside, night had already fallen.
"Thanks for dinner, Boss Chen," Meng Jie said, checking the time. "I'll head back to the dorm."
"The bathhouse closes at eight," Chen Yansen said casually. "If you go back now, you won't have time to shower. Want to use my place?"
A wicked glint flashed in his eyes.
"What? Why didn't you say that earlier?" Meng Jie snapped.
"You didn't ask." Chen Yansen leaned closer and whispered teasingly, "What—afraid I'll eat you alive?"
"Tch! Who's afraid?" she said quickly, heart pounding. "We're brothers. I'm just borrowing your shower."
"That's exactly what I thought," he replied with a faint smile, turning toward the hotel.
"Brother Sen, can I come too?" Wang Zihao hurried after them.
"You're young and healthy," Chen Yansen said flatly. "A cold shower won't kill you."
"Oh—right! The counselor's checking dorms tonight!"Wang Zihao laughed awkwardly and fled back toward campus.
Inside the hotel room, Meng Jie froze when she saw the frosted glass bathroom door.
"I… I didn't bring a change of clothes."
"I prepared some," Chen Yansen said, pointing at the table.
Disposable underwear. Towels. Everything ready.
"You planned this," Meng Jie realized, glaring at him. "You dragged out dinner on purpose."
"Don't you want to stay a little longer?" he asked softly, closing the door and casually hooking the chain.
She hesitated."I… I don't know."
He studied her quietly.
Clear eyes, long lashes, pink lips—soft and lively.Aside from the short hair and oversized glasses, she was far cuter than she realized.
In his past life, she had somehow stayed unmarried into her thirties, buried in work at a bank.The cold, stern woman from the class reunion felt like an entirely different person from the girl standing before him.
"You've grown taller," Meng Jie said suddenly, gesturing. "You were 182 before. Now you're 184."
"Are you showering or not?" he asked lazily.
"This door lets light through!" she protested. "How am I supposed to shower with you here?"
"We're brothers," he said innocently. "You think I'd peek? Besides, it's hot. Are you really going to let your brother suffer?"
"You pervert!" she snapped, face burning, before grabbing the disposable clothes and storming inside.
Soon, the sound of running water filled the room.Her petite silhouette appeared faintly through the frosted glass.
"Small… but cute," Chen Yansen muttered, already turning away.
He pulled out his Dell laptop, logged into QQ, and started handling campus card orders. Group chats flooded his screen, along with messages from several junior girls.
Li Hui messaged:"Brother Sen, I need another 300 cards tomorrow."
"7 a.m. at the telecom event site," Chen Yansen replied.
"Got it, Brother Sen!"
When Meng Jie came out, she expected to catch him lurking nearby.
Instead, he was fully focused on his laptop.
A strange sense of guilt—and disappointment—rose in her chest.
"Get me a bottle of water," Chen Yansen said without looking up.
She handed him one and sat on the bed, cheeks flushed.
"Should I go back now?" she asked quietly.
Chen Yansen took a sip, then frowned.
"That's weird… Why do I suddenly feel hot all over? What did you give me to drink?"
"???"
Meng Jie froze, silently cursing his shamelessness, unsure whether to laugh or throw something at him.