The next morning, Jiang Qin got up from the bed and shouted for class, which made the three guys in the dormitory look confused.
"You actually went to class, bragging?"
"I've been away from the people for too long. It's time to return to the classroom." Jiang Qin rolled up his trouser legs.
Cao Guangyu took a closer look at him: "Why are your dark circles so heavy? Did you have insomnia last night?"
"No, I slept soundly."
Zhou Chao got out of bed and said: "Brother Jiang, you didn't sleep yesterday, did you? I heard you tossing and turning, as if you were on fire, and I was woken up by you several times."
Jiang Qin chuckled and became intermittently deaf.
You guys talk about your brother Jiang, it has nothing to do with me, Jiang Qin. Does his insomnia mean that I have insomnia?
Jiang Qin grabbed a handful of pistachios from the table and stuffed them into his pocket, then dragged F3 from the dormitory to have breakfast, and swaggered to the teaching building.
Classes 3 and 4 were having a joint class again, and many people gathered in the lecture hall. When they saw Jiang Qin, they were all surprised, and some even looked as if they had seen a ghost.
"Oh my god, I can actually see Jiang Qin in my lifetime?"
"I thought he dropped out."
"Didn't he drop out?"
"He didn't fail the course, why did he drop out?"
"He attended half of the classes last semester and skipped the other half. Even if his attendance rate didn't fall below the red line, could he still pass the exam?"
"There are four people in their dormitory, and only Ren Ziqiang, who doesn't often skip classes, failed the course."
"Fuck, is Jiang Qin a genius?"
"The genius is Feng Nanshu, who is the top student in his major. He has a one-on-one private tutor behind closed doors every day, so it's hard for him to fail the course."
"I see, it turns out that failing a course has nothing to do with skipping classes, but with whether you have a girlfriend or not."
"..."
Facing the whispers from all directions, Jiang Qin stepped into the classroom and instantly saw the cute and cold Feng Nanshu.
He touched his nose and remembered that he didn't bring his coat today, so he planned to change his seat to avoid his phone being disobedient, but he didn't expect Gao Wenhui to lift her butt and empty the seat next to the rich girl.
Damn, what's there to be afraid of with a good friend who is innocent?
Jiang Qin was also very ruthless, and was brave enough to challenge himself and break through his limits, so he sat over with great power.
Seeing this, the little rich woman's eyes lit up, and she took the initiative to put her soft little hand into Jiang Qin's hand.
What could a female college student wish for? Isn't it just to go to class with a big bear, and then secretly hold hands or something.
"You can actually come to class?" Gao Wenhui felt strange. Jiang Qin
looked at her coldly: "Nonsense, if you don't go to class, wouldn't my bath be in vain?"
"????"
Jiang Qin kneaded the little rich woman's soft little hand, and when he thought of taking a bath yesterday, the image of Feng Nanshu's little butt sitting in his arms suddenly appeared in his mind.
Because of this, he didn't sleep well all night last night, and when he closed his eyes, he thought of the hateful little rich woman.
"Feng Nanshu, you are a little devil."
"I'm not." Feng Nanshu whined and retorted.
Jiang Qin wanted to punish her severely, so he peeled a pistachio and fed it to her little mouth: "If you are a little devil, you will feel happy after eating it."
Feng Nanshu looked at him coldly: "Jiang Qin, I am not happy at all, but I want to eat another one."
"..."
I will spoil you, Jiang Qin sighed in his heart, peeled two more and fed them to her.
Seeing this scene, Gao Wenhui was more excited than a cat that had inhaled catnip. She looked at it with great interest and took a photo by the way, planning to show it to the instructor after class. It was
only this semester that she found out that the instructor Xue Hongying was also a pistachio fan, and she also liked to pistachio Feng Nanshu and Jiang Qin.
Gao Wenhui felt very honored to be able to share the same interests with the instructor.
But Xue Hongying was busy and didn't have much time, so Gao Wenhui often took photos for her.
The team of pistachios grew step by step.
"Do you want to eat more?"
Feng Nanshu pursed her lips: "I still want to eat."
Jiang Qin searched his pockets and found that they were empty: "No more, I just grabbed a handful, and you ate it all, I'll punish you next time."
"Don't panic, there are still five minutes before class, I'll go downstairs to buy it!"
"????"
Jiang Qin looked at Gao Wenhui rushing out of the classroom like a hound, his face full of disbelief.
But he soon thought of another thing, his eyes looked around, found the location of the golden flowers of Class 3 of Finance, and then took out a contract from his bag and walked over.
Song Qingqing had agreed to invest in the company with the dumpling recipe some time ago, but Jiang Qin was busy outside, and this matter was relatively unimportant, so the contract matter had been delayed until now.
It just so happened that today was a good day for Jiang Qin to go to class, so he brought the contract over.
Seeing Jiang Qin coming towards them, the golden flowers of Class 3, who were originally leaning on their chairs and leaning their bodies, instantly became dignified.
Jiang Tian pulled her clothes to smooth out the wrinkles, Song Qingqing smoothed her hair and tucked the messy hair behind her ears, and even Jian Chun straightened her collar and pulled the bow tie on her collar straight.
This has little to do with admiration, but subconsciously wanting to show the best image to the male god she admires.
Zhuang Chen felt sour watching from the side, and unconsciously clenched his back teeth.
"I was too busy a few days ago and almost forgot to sign the contract. This is the shareholding agreement. Take a look and sign it if you think it's appropriate."
Jiang Qin sat in the empty seat opposite and put the contract in front of Song Qingqing.
"Oh, okay male god."
Song Qingqing picked up the shareholding agreement, her eyes were so bright, and the girls next to her all gathered around, with longing and envy in their eyes.
After signing, you can get a dividend of two or three hundred every month, and it may be doubled later. Who wouldn't be confused after seeing this.
Especially the four big words [Shareholding Agreement] on the first page of the contract, which simply filled the ceremony.
"What kind of contract is this? Shareholding?"
After all, Class 4 and Class 3 are not the same class, and there is a considerable lag and gap in information transmission.
Therefore, the students in Class 4 were full of doubts after seeing this scene.
"Jiang Qin invested in a restaurant and used Qingqing's recipe. Jiang Qin asked her to invest directly and she can get more than 300 yuan in profit every month, with no upper limit."
Jiang Tian has been the class monitor for a semester and often goes to the student union to help with work. She is very good at speaking polite words.
"Every month? Is there any upper limit?"
Jian Chun bit her lip and couldn't help but say: "This is only the second option. If Qingqing chooses the first option, she can get 50,000 yuan directly."
Jiang Qin glanced at Jiang Tian and Jian Chun, thinking that these two girls have the same problem as Lao Cao, both like to pretend to be second-hand.
At the same time, the students in Class 4 showed envy, and their eyes looking at Jiang Qin became much more complicated.
Many people in the School of Finance knew that he started a business at the beginning of the school year, and they also knew that Zhihu and Pintuan were his, but these things were far away from them and sounded more unreal.
But when someone makes a profit because of Jiang Qin's existence, or continues to make a profit, this feeling is very jealous.
The people in Class 4 have never had a good impression of Jiang Qin, and some boys even hate him.
Nothing else, just because he snatched away the most beautiful Feng Nanshu.
But now think about it, except for someone like Jiang Qin who is capable of making trouble, who can be worthy of Feng Nanshu's beauty?
Good at studying? What's the use?
Good-looking? Can it be used to make a living?
Or is it to join the student union?
Don't forget, there have been rumors in the School of Finance that Zhu Feng wanted Jiang Qin to be the next president, but he refused.
"Have you finished reading it?"
"I have." Song Qingqing nodded.
Jiang Qin suddenly took the contract and said, "Forget it after you have read it. I don't plan to cooperate with you anymore."
"Huh?!"
"To be honest, my store is not very profitable. I give you 300 to 500 a month. It's a bit too much. Just treat it as my boast."
Jiang Qin picked up the contract, stood up and returned to his seat, kneading the little rich woman's soft hands, calling her a little devil, which made Feng Nanshu look aggrieved.
The people around Song Qingqing looked at each other and were stunned for a long time before they reacted.
Damn, he regretted it?
Isn't this person too shameless? He said he would not cooperate and then turned his face away? How could there be such a person.
You should not say it, but since you have said it, how can you go back on your word? The conscience of college students made them feel that they could not accept it.
"Haha, I knew that the cooperation was all fake. Jiang Qin just wanted to use Song Qingqing to create an opportunity for himself to show off. It was you who were so naive that you actually believed his lies."
Zhuang Chen instantly showed a look of disdain, as if he had already seen through the opportunity, and his words were full of disdain.
"Well, Lao Zhuang is right, it is too shameless to turn your face away from people. I have never seen such a shameless person. If you have the ability, don't say it. If you say it, you can't do it. It's ridiculous."
Zhang Guangxu couldn't help but add a sentence, his eyes full of contempt.
Zhuang Chen was very happy to be echoed, and immediately said proudly: "Song Qingqing, I suggest you don't believe anyone's words in the future. What kind of male god is it? Don't even bother to show off."
"Yes, listen to Zhuang Chen in the future. Although he doesn't make as much as Jiang Qin, just treat him to a meal."
"Old Zhang, you are too serious. You don't have to listen to me. The main thing is to open your eyes." Zhuang Chen snorted coldly.
After the voice fell, Jiang Tian and Jian Chun were stunned for a long time, pursed their lips for a long time, and were at a loss in their hearts.
Could it be that Jiang Qin really just wanted everyone to know that he was rich and that he was investing, so he deliberately used Song Qingqing as an excuse to show off his wealth? This is too speechless.
"Qingqing, are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"Really?"
"I just feel like I missed a hundred million."
Song Qingqing's eyes were red, and she lay on the table motionless, directly emoting the whole class. During this process, her eyes kept looking at Jiang Qin's back, but the other party didn't even look back once.
However, when there was only one minute left before the class was over, Jiang Tian suddenly handed over her phone.
[Ask Song Qingqing to go to the fire escape after class - Jiang Qin]
Seeing this scene, Song Qingqing was stunned for a moment, and Jian Chun was also stunned for a moment, with a flash of surprise in her eyes. Then the three of them struggled to hold their breath until the class was over, and immediately hurried to the fire escape.
Zhuang Chen found this scene very strange. Are they going to the toilet? But the toilet is in the opposite direction.
He was thinking about Jian Chun, so he couldn't help but follow them. He was even more confused when he found that they entered the fire escape.
But before he could ask, Jiang Qin came in with the contract. He handed Song Qingqing a pen and asked her to continue signing.
Song Qingqing was dumbfounded. She really couldn't understand what the male god was doing, and her eyes became extremely blank.
"After we discussed this matter publicly in the cafeteria last time, I thought about it and felt that it would not be good if too many people knew about the investment. After all, wealth should not be exposed."
"Although three or five hundred per month is not a lot, but if it gets out, what if people often come to borrow money? Can you refuse?"
"If you don't give it, your reputation will definitely not be good in the future. Being ostracized is the least of your worries. If you give it, it's basically like throwing meat buns at a dog, because the people who lend money will think that you have it every month and you don't need it at all, so it doesn't matter whether you pay it back or not."
"So what you said just now about starting at three hundred and there is no upper limit? That's too arrogant. It will easily cause trouble if it gets out."
"After signing the contract, save the money, buy a gift for your parents, buy yourself some nice clothes, take your friends out for dinner, and then pretend nothing happened, and everything will be fine."
Jiang Qin said a few words casually, making the three girls present open their mouths slightly, and finally understood his intention just now.
They were really only concerned with showing off to the people around them before, and had not considered the impact that would be caused if the news got out. You know, borrowing money is a very common thing in college, and there are many examples of borrowing money and not paying it back. Even if there was no borrowing, Song Qingqing would probably be envied, because girls are inherently jealous creatures.
So Jiang Qin's regret in public was to tell others that the cooperation was not reached and the money was not received, which directly eliminated the possibility of causing trouble.
The male god is really not only full of details, but also elegant and strong in heart.
The three people looked at each other, their hearts were moved wildly, and even their cheeks began to heat up.
Of course, what Jiang Qin didn't tell them was that he is now afraid of being famous like pigs are afraid of being fat, so he would try to stay out of the spotlight as much as possible. Leading his classmates to lie down and make money is too arrogant and easy to be targeted. It is better to be cautious.
"Male god, I've signed it, and I won't tell anyone in the future."
"Well, it's best to make a fortune in silence."
Jiang Qin collected the contract and turned back to the classroom, intending to go back to continue punishing Feng Nanshu and feed her with pistachios to make her cry.
At the same time, Zhuang Chen, who was leaning against the wall, remained silent. He felt like he was slapped in the face. He shrank into a corner, feeling very jealous.
Why? Why did he get praised twice for the same thing? He
had obviously suddenly changed his mind and walked away like a clown, and he had also said something sarcastic, but he could still turn things around? From a person who didn't keep his word, he became a male god with full details?
Zhuang Chen was madly jealous, but he couldn't help but put himself in Jiang Qin's shoes, imitating his tone in his heart and imagining Jian Chun's expression.
Damn, it was really cool...