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

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

TL: Etude

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?”

“Wenhui, I’ve opened a new branch at Wanzhong. How about I reassign you there?”

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.

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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