The next morning, Chen Hansheng decided to go to East Guangdong, because even if he failed, he would still have "made an effort".
If he succeeded, it might become a good story. For example, in a TV interview ten years later, the host asked Chen Hansheng: "Hello, Mr. Chen, what little story impressed you in the early days of your business?"
Chen Hansheng could say this.
"I still remember that day when it was very snowy. I put aside the debate and final exam review and flew from Jianye to East Guangdong. I traveled thousands of kilometers just to invite Kong Jing to come out of retirement, because I felt that I must be responsible for Rocket 101 and must make Rocket 101 soar into the sky. Kong Jing is the person who can help me do it..."
At that time, the host would stir up emotions, and a chicken soup interview to encourage young entrepreneurs would be produced. Maybe a few "Mr. Chen's Quotes" would be produced.
When Chen Hansheng thought of these things, he stopped getting dressed and sat on the bed and smiled foolishly for a long time. In the end, Jin Yangming came over and patted the bed.
"Fourth brother, what are you laughing at? Get up quickly. Today is the school debate."
"I don't have time to participate. I have to go on a business trip."
Chen Hansheng felt his arm was cold. It seems that it is risky to fantasize in winter. It is better to do it in bed.
"Business trip? Why are you on a business trip?"
Jin Yangming pulled open the curtains with a "swish" sound, and a dazzling white came into view, which was actually a bit dazzling.
"I just received a text message reminder that the Jianye Expressway is closed today, flights are suspended, and even trains will be delayed. You can walk to the business trip."
"Is it so exaggerated?"
Chen Hansheng jumped out of bed and walked to the balcony in slippers. Immediately, a gust of cold wind mixed with flying snow poured into his throat, and goose bumps fell all over the ground. Looking around, the whole campus was immersed in a white world.
Except for the key places such as the dormitory leading to the cafeteria, the cafeteria leading to the teaching building, and the teaching building leading to the library, all other places were covered by heavy snow.
"Brother Chen, the highway and air traffic control are indeed closed. I just bought breakfast when the campus radio said so."
Li Zhennan put down the breakfast. He got up early and occasionally brought food to the dormitory.
"Okay."
Chen Hansheng thought that although I couldn't go to eastern Guangdong, Shenzhen Tong couldn't come to Jianye. My opponent might make money, but I, Chen Hansheng, would never lose.
"Then I'll go to watch the debate competition. What about you?"
"Find a place to review. The final exam is coming soon."
Even the Internet-addicted teenager Jin Yangming didn't play games anymore, which means that the exam is only half a month away at most.
"Go ahead. Anyway, I'm sure I'll fail. Who of you will accompany me?"
Chen Hansheng picked up the bun and ate it.
"Old Four, why are you disgusting? You don't even brush your teeth."
Yang Shichao held the teacup and prepared to wash up.
Chen Hansheng kept talking: "Brush your teeth. When I came back from brushing my teeth, I guess only the skin of the bun was left."
Yang Shichao thought about it.
"You're right. I won't do it anymore."
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This was Chen Hansheng's second Finance College debate. However, unlike last year, Chen Hansheng could no longer sow discord. He was too recognizable in the school.
Not only that, in order to avenge last year's teasing, the Insurance Actuarial Science Department was submissive when it met other departments in the semi-finals, but it went all out when it met the Humanities and Social Sciences Department. It almost smashed the heads of the freshmen in the Humanities Department, and finally barely managed to stay in the semi-finals.
After the game, the president of the Student Union of the Insurance Actuarial Science Department came over with a smug look on his face: "President Chen, in the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks are paper tigers."
Chen Hansheng pushed Qi Wei next to him: "You have to tell this to Senior Sister Qi, she is the president and I am the vice president."
The president of the Insurance Actuarial Science Department pouted and left. Qi Wei hit Chen Hansheng in dissatisfaction: "Your fault, why should I take it for you?"
Chen Hansheng smiled: "This is called the top leader responsibility system. You must not have learned it well before."
"Tsk."
Qi Wei continued the topic just now: "Next year I will be in the second semester of my junior year, and I will step down as a senior. If you don't want to be the president of our department's student union, please make it clear in advance so that we can arrange for other students to take over."
Chen Hansheng thought for a while: "If it was in the past, I probably wouldn't want it, because my original accumulation is enough, and the president of the student union is no longer important."
"Now?" Qi Wei asked, she knew that Chen Hansheng was definitely not lingering on this identity.
"Next year, our School of Finance will be upgraded to the University of Finance, and I will most likely be listed in the yearbook."
Chen Hansheng really considered his department: "If I am the president of the Student Union of the Department of Humanities at that time, it may be of some help to the School of Humanities and Social Sciences, which is being restructured into a college. At least the school's resources can be tilted a little."
"Really? It's been a big deal recently, and we don't know if it's true or not."
Qi Wei was surprised. If this is true, then her graduation certificate will be a "University of Finance" graduation certificate, and she will just catch up with this good thing.
Chen Hansheng nodded: "It was confirmed in a meeting a few days ago. The school estimates that in order to gild its reputation, it may also promote me to the position of vice president of the Student Union of the School."
"Then you should stay in the department. We will find two vice presidents for you, and you can be lazy and start your own business." Qi Wei said immediately.
Chen Hansheng also nodded and said seriously: "I agree with this. In order to build the work of the student union of our department as soon as possible, I have some personal requests."
"You say, we will try our best to meet it."
Qi Wei's expression also became serious. She thought Chen Hansheng really wanted to meet the work requirements.
"Two vice presidents must be women, one is a cold goddess, and the other is a well-behaved loli."
Chen Hansheng said excitedly: "It is best if they are rich and willful. They like to invite the chairman to dinner when they have nothing to do, and they also secretly have a crush on the chairman, plot against the chairman, and like to kiss the chairman when they are in a bad mood. It would be better if they can accept the unspoken rules... This request is not much, there are so many girls in our department, why are you looking at me like this, senior sister Qi?"
Qi Wei patted her chest and sighed: "Chen Hansheng, your face is thicker than the corner of the Great Wall."
"Ha, if you don't agree, forget it, why are you praising me."
The two were chatting below, and the debate award ceremony was being held on the stage.
Qi Wei looked at it and couldn't help but sigh: "Time flies by. I still remember that I won the best debater award when I was a freshman."
After the award ceremony, four freshmen came over with certificates: "Senior Qi, Senior Chen, thank you for your help."
Chen Hansheng thought it was a polite remark and encouraged with a smile on his face.
"By the way, I also want to thank Sister Youchu."
A freshman suddenly added this sentence.
Chen Hansheng was stunned for a moment. What does the debate have to do with Shen Youchu?
Qi Wei explained beside him: "I asked Shen Youchu to reserve a table for the debaters every day in the milk tea shop so that they can prepare for the debate with peace of mind."
"So that's it."
Chen Hansheng suddenly realized and suddenly asked nervously: "Then you didn't run away from the milk tea, right? Small businesses don't sell on credit."