บท 6: Chapter 6 What's with that expression? I thought you were a brother.
Father and son began to puff clouds of smoke on the balcony. Old Shen looked at the traffic on the road, slowly exhaling rings of smoke, "You all have been working hard recently. If our family business had not collapsed, we wouldn't have to move here."
"I've taken on a foreign trade order with friends recently. It's a batch of drinking cups ordered by a Dongying factory. The contract manufacturer can deliver the goods next week. The profit is decent. After deducting costs, I should be able to make thirty."
As he smoked, Shen Heping said, "Once the payment comes through, we'll move to a bigger three-bedroom place so you'll have a room when you come back."
Ever since Old Shen's travel agency went bankrupt, his hair had turned much grayer, and his vitality had waned significantly, no longer as spirited as before.
But he still hadn't given up on his career and continued to struggle outside for his children.
Shen Yuan felt a pinch in his heart. Old Shen seldom talked about work with the family, and the fact that he brought it up today indicated that the pressure must be really heavy.
Shen Yuan was aware of the family's situation. They were now more than a million in debt, and even earning three hundred thousand would only be enough to fill the hole.
Moreover, since the order was for contract manufacturing, it definitely required advance payment, so Old Shen had likely taken out another loan.
Thinking of Old Shen nearing fifty still shouldering such burden and having to continue fighting in the business world, Shen Yuan couldn't help but feel an additional sense of responsibility on his shoulders.
"From now on, the responsibility of providing for the family will fall to the son."
Shen Yuan patted Old Shen's shoulder sincerely. Now that he had the system as his 'big daddy', he had to accelerate his pace of making money to relieve Old Shen's burden!
"For now, focus on your studies. Providing for the family and making money are not your concerns yet. Besides, you can't make money now." Old Shen shook his head.
"Old Shen, that's kind of underestimating us university students." Shen Yuan was somewhat dissatisfied.
Old Shen fell silent for a moment, then said, "Actually, it's not that I underestimate university students."
"So what are you..."
"Come in and eat!"
Li Hongjuan's urging came from inside, interrupting Shen Yuan's speech. Old Shen stubbed out his cigarette and turned to go, "Let's eat first."
Shen Yuan stood stunned on the spot for a long while before he realized, so Old Shen was actually underestimating me!
"Well, you got me, Old Shen. Is this how you treat your son!"
....
After dinner, Shen Yuan took a bus for about fifteen minutes to get back to school.
Without a place for him at home, he could only stay at the school.
It was quite pitiful, really—only a fifteen-minute drive from home, yet he could only stay on campus.
Walking on the road, Shen Yuan pondered the consumption tasks given by the system.
Repeatedly spending money on Li Xiao's teaching services was definitely not suitable. On one hand, it was just a teacher-student relationship, and on the other, she wasn't the type of money-worshipping girl like Zhou Wanting.
If one could develop a relationship from a teacher-student background to...
But, looking at the current situation, it seemed rather difficult, not to mention that Li Xiao had a sister who was keeping a watchful eye.
Shen Yuan felt it was necessary to develop relationships with more women, preferably the materialistic and vain type, as they would provide a continuous capacity to consume.
As Shen Yuan thought about how to develop relationships with female NPCs, he walked along the road. At that moment, his phone suddenly flashed a WeChat message from "Old Huang."
"Big bro Yuan, when are you coming back?"
This message was from his roommate Huang Haibao. Shen Yuan originally nicknamed him 'Huang,' but he complained that the name sounded like a dog's, so they switched to calling him Old Huang.
To Shen Yuan, Old Huang and Huang didn't make much difference, but as the person involved had no objection, he naturally didn't say much.
"Just spill it."
Shen Yuan replied bluntly.
Normally, this scoundrel was called Old Third, and since he was addressing him as 'bro Yuan' this time, he definitely needed a favor.
The nickname Old Third had been changed once as well. The other two roommates originally called him 'Old Shen,' which to Shen Yuan felt odd since that's what he called his father. So, as he was the youngest, he became known as Old Third.
"Bring me two portions of fried rice. One with two extra eggs and more ham, and the other without ham or onions."
"Not bringing."
Shen Yuan replied decisively and added, "Unless you call me dad."
Old Huang was extremely lazy. The canteen was just downstairs and it would only take a few minutes to go down from the fifth floor, but he just didn't want to make the trip.
"Old Third, spare me. I've had a tough enough day."
"What's made it so tough? Share and let me have a laugh." Shen Yuan retorted.
"Damn! Old Third, you're really heartless! It's a long story, full of tears. I'll tell you when you get back."
"Alright."
Next to the entrance of the International campus, there's an alley where many snack vendors set up stalls in the evening. There are several stalls for stir-fried noodles and rice, as well as ones that sell pancakes, grilled cold noodles, fried skewers…
Shen Yuan went to their usual fried rice stall, ordered two servings, and carried them back to the dorm.
As soon as Shen Yuan pushed open the door to room 503, Cao Shunjin was the first to pounce on him, looking truly starving.
Cao Shunjin was from Liaobei, tall and sturdy with an honest face, and he usually ate a lot.
"What's the rush, no one's fighting you for it," Shen Yuan said, annoyed.
Huang Haibao was a slender guy from Eastern Guangdong, sitting in his chair wearing glasses, right now looking like a frostbitten eggplant, lacking any energy.
"Old Cao, what did you do to Old Huang?"
Old Huang's expression was as if he had been butt-fucked, which made no sense to Shen Yuan, considering Cao Shunjin was a straight guy.
Huang Haibao looked up at Shen Yuan, then at Cao Shunjin, who was attacking the food like a starving tiger, and wore an expression as if he had something to say but hesitated.
"I'm going to take a shower first."
Shen Yuan guessed he would need more time to brood and wouldn't start talking anytime soon. The weather was hot today and he felt sticky and uncomfortable.
After ten minutes, Shen Yuan came out refreshed from his shower, wearing only a pair of boxers, "Can we talk now?"
Cao Shunjin had almost finished eating, even devoured Huang Haibao's portion, and said with a naive smile, "Old Huang, do you want to tell him or should I?"
"You fucking Cao Shunjin, you're still laughing!"
Huang Haibao glared at him, resentfully said, "It's nothing much, just a breakup."
Shen Yuan was a bit confused. He had been roommates with Huang Haibao for so long, and the guy had never been in a relationship to begin with, so what breakup was he talking about?
"Be more specific," Shen Yuan was a bit curious to hear the rest.
"My goddess, Fang Minhui, went to see a movie today with that scumbag Li Zhanpeng!" Old Huang said through clenched teeth.
"That's it?"
Shen Yuan suddenly felt like laughing. He knew about Old Huang's crush on their classmate, Fang Minhui.
But Fang Minhui had never shown any interest in Old Huang, they had never been involved in any way and they had barely exchanged a few words on WeChat.
Besides, Fang Minhui had only gone to see a movie with someone else, they weren't even dating. What's Old Huang fussing about?
Fang Minhui was the class belle of their 2020 International Trade class 2.
To become the class belle among the beauties of the International campus, especially since their class was famously high-quality when it came to the female students, she definitely had some solid qualities.
Shen Yuan vaguely remembered, three years ago during military training one night, the instructor was in high spirits and suggested those with talents to perform.
At first, everyone was shy, because they were not familiar with each other, and also because it was in front of so many people.
After the instructor called out several times, some boys came up to sing; Li Zhanpeng, that noticeable guy, even specifically ran back to the dorm to grab a guitar to perform.
But singing didn't really lift the spirits, and Shen Yuan found it quite boring.
Until Fang Minhui took the stage.
She took off her military training jacket and tossed it into the air, which conveniently landed on Huang Haibao's head, probably getting him all infatuated on the spot.
Probably then, Old Huang started to have feelings.
Fang Minhui was wearing a low-cut white tank top underneath her military outfit, revealing a large area of smooth white skin on her chest and back, mesmerizing the male soldiers.
As the high-energy dance music played, Fang Minhui started moving along to it, her supple waist and impressive bust continually stimulating the senses of the boys.
However, before the male soldiers could get enough of the view, the dance had to be stopped abruptly.
It couldn't be helped, the guys from the neighboring squad couldn't even stand at attention properly, craning their necks to watch Fang Minhui dance. Not even a kick to the butt from the instructor worked.
The instructor of Shen Yuan's squad had to end the dance early.
That night, Fang Minhui was sensational, unmatched in popularity.
At that time, not just Huang Haibao, but all the new male freshmen of the 2020 class remembered that irresistibly tempting body.
Thinking back, Shen Yuan also felt it was a pity. Fang Minhui had been single for three years, and now she's suddenly connected to Li Zhanpeng.
"Old Third, I consider you a brother, what's with that face?"
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