Chapter 222: Kissing? Old Cao is Thrilled!

The replies on the forum were all a resounding “no”, which left Jiang Qin feeling a bit down.

Can good friends really not even try tasting each other’s lips?

No, it must be that there aren’t enough replies yet.

Maybe the real upright gentlemen are still on their way, who knows.

After all, it’s the middle of the day right after lunch. What self-respecting person would be stuck on a forum replying to every post like those losers?

Except for those decadent shut-ins.

They probably don’t even have any good friends, so how would they know if good friends can kiss or not?

Jiang Qin crossed his legs, continuing to flick the small ornaments on the table with his fingers making clacking sounds, not appearing flustered at all.

Linchuan University has over 30,000 students. There need to be at least 10,000 people saying it’s not okay for it to really not be okay. Otherwise, he has reason to believe the sample size isn’t large enough, leading to an inaccurate conclusion.

Plus, the current replies are all from guys, only representing one gender’s opinion. Girls’ opinions are equally important, because the good friend he wants to taste is a girl.

Let’s wait a bit more to expand the sample collection range and ensure the accuracy of the results.

Jiang Qin thought for a moment. He could directly pin the post to increase exposure and use admin privileges to get more comments.

But that would be too obvious.

Others might not know, but the people in Room 208 would definitely know who used the pin privileges. The boss’s authority might vanish into thin air.

Just like Su Nai. Ever since she found out he likes looking at feet pics, there’s not a shred of respect left in her eyes.

Yo, such a big boss still wants to kiss his good friends.

No, too socially suicidal. Not good for corporate management either.

Better to let the bullet fly a bit longer. No rush.

“Come on, let’s keep playing cards.”

Jiang Qin moved his chair back to the card table and began drawing cards with a cold face. He had a super strong offensive. After three rounds, the three across from him each had an extra paper slip on their faces.

“Holy crap, Old Jiang, why are you going so hard these few hands?”

Cao Guangyu just lost a round and was pissed.

“If you don’t play to win, what’s the point of playing cards?”

Jiang Qin spoke indifferently and placed the shuffled cards on the table, “Old Cao, how come you haven’t gone on a date with Ding Xue recently? Did you two fight?”

“Ding Xue is busy with grad school applications. She says she gets annoyed just seeing me and tells me to stay away.” Cao Guangyu pouted, looking unhappy.

“How far have you two gone?”

“Hehe.”

Jiang Qin glared at him in annoyance, “The hell you laughing at?”

Cao Guangyu grinned so hard his eyebrows were dancing, “Kissed so much we’re almost sick of it. Too bad we never get a chance to go get a room.”

Hearing this, Ren Ziqiang and Zhou Chao were so envious they wanted to cry, “Bro Cao, what does kissing feel like? Can you describe it for us?”

“Fragrant, soft and sweet. What do you think, Old Jiang?”

“…”

Jiang Qin was rendered speechless by Cao Guangyu’s words. He began slamming down cards, pressuring Cao Guangyu with relentless attacks.

Whenever Cao Guangyu played a card, Jiang Qin would block it. Again and again.

After three rounds, Cao Guangyu had three more paper slips on his face for a total of eight, looking like a curtain.

“Old Jiang, you got a grudge against me? Why do you keep targeting me?!”

Cao Guangyu was baffled, completely unaware that his words just now had pwned Jiang Qin, unlocking the achievement he dreamed of.

“You’re just imagining things.”

Jiang Qin spoke coldly without even blinking, “This is getting boring. Let’s add a new rule. Whoever gets 10 paper slips on their face first has to treat everyone to dinner.”

Cao Guangyu glanced at Ren Ziqiang and Zhou Chao across from him who only had four slips combined, “This new rule is targeted at me, isn’t it?”

Zhou Chao raised his hand in agreement, “I support Jiang Bro’s decision. The slips alone aren’t exciting. The game’s no fun like this.”

“No way, no way. I don’t agree.” Cao Guangyu shook his head violently, “I’m not an idiot.”

“Don’t be so anxious, Cao Bro. I think a smart guy like you can definitely turn it around at the brink of death.”

Ren Ziqiang immediately started flattering.

“Really?”

“Couldn’t be more real. Try it if you don’t believe me.”

And so, after two more rounds, Cao Guangyu gloomily left the table with 10 paper slips on his face and took out his meal card.

What fucking turning it around at the brink of death. Only getting screwed with no suspense!

Must remember from now on, no matter what Jiang Qin says, absolutely don’t take the bait!

…

At dusk, the drizzle quietly stopped. Outside the window it was bright as day with no trace of evening, instead feeling like a beautiful dawn.

The F4 of the School of Finance went to the cafeteria together and happily spent the 40 yuan on Old Cao’s meal card.

Zhou Chao was thrilled. The past few days since school started, he didn’t even know where he threw his own meal card. Every day he just mooched.

Living expenses?

Don’t need them at all!

Zhou Chao gleefully carried his tray to find a seat. Glancing up, he saw many familiar faces by the corner window.

Like the three golden flowers of Jiang Tian’s dorm plus Pan Xiu and Liu Xiaojuan, as well as Nie Rong and Sun Na from the neighboring dorm.

Besides the girls, there were also Zhuang Chen, Zuo Baiqiang, and Zhang Guangxu from the boys’ dorm 303, and Wei Dong and Mao Ning from 304.

“Jiang Bro, looks like the Finance Class 3 is having a get-together. Are we being excluded?”

“?”

Jiang Qin looked over and suddenly saw Jiang Tian waving at him and calling his name.

In Finance Class 3, dorm 302 was the most out-of-touch because Jiang Qin’s interests were on a different level from theirs, and Cao Guangyu was obsessed with dating all day.

Ren Ziqiang used to be quite close with them because of Pan Xiu, but after his awakening, he gradually drifted apart too.

Zhou Chao was even more pragmatic. Unless treated to a meal, he would hide in the dorm without fail.

Jiang Qin felt that in the four years of college, being classmates was fate. He couldn’t act too arrogant, so he brought the F3 to sit with them.

But as soon as he sat down, he regretted it. Damn, the smell of douchebaggery was too strong.

Zhuang Chen kept bragging non-stop. Jiang Qin listened for a while and gradually understood the reason behind this douchebag gathering.

Zhuang Chen, Zuo Baiqiang, and Zhang Guangxu recently followed a boss outside school to do a gaokao cram course and made 3000 yuan in a month. Today’s meal was their treat.

It felt like they were flaunting their awesomeness to the heroes under heaven. The stench was overwhelming.

They say if you eat someone’s food, you have to heed their words. The people around were generous with their praise and flattery for Zhuang Chen and the others.

But what made Zhuang Chen the happiest was when Jian Chun said “You’re amazing.”

“Three thousand isn’t much. It’s just a start for us…”

“Yeah, the boss thinks highly of us. He even treated us to a meal after the part-time job ended.”

“The workload will increase later on. We might need to find more people to help. When the time comes, we’ll bring you guys to make money together.”

After listening, Cao Guangyu’s teeth itched unbearably. He hated it the most when people showed off in front of him, “Old Jiang, put on a bigger show to shut him up. He’s so annoying with his blabbering!”

After a few bites of food, Jiang Qin shook his head, “Forget it, I don’t like showing off.”

“?”

But right after saying that, Jiang Qin actually did remember something, “Song Qingqing, there’s something I want to talk to you about.”

“What is it, Male God?” Song Qingqing’s eyes sparkled. She was happy to be called out.

Jiang Qin put down his chopsticks, “Last summer vacation, I invested in a restaurant. The returns are pretty good. It’s expanded to 5 branches now and is doing brand management.”

Hearing this, the people around couldn’t help but look at each other with strange expressions.

Congrats on opening a restaurant, but why bring it up so abruptly?

Isn’t this just blatant showing off?

Brag all you want, but what does this have to do with Song Qingqing? You even specifically called out to her. Too forced.

Cao Guangyu also couldn’t help frowning. He felt Old Jiang’s showing off this time was too deliberate, not as smooth as before. The skill level dropped a lot.

You should at least mention something related to Song Qingqing to make it seem natural.

But Song Qingqing was very happy. Who cares if it’s related? The Male God called me, that’s great!

“Male God, you’re so amazing. You make websites and run restaurants. I wouldn’t even dare imagine doing something like that.”

“Don’t rush. I’m not done yet.”

“Huh?”

Jiang Qin continued, “Before the winter break, didn’t you give me a secret family dumpling recipe? Remember?”

Song Qingqing nodded blankly, “Yeah, didn’t you say you liked eating them?”

“Over the winter break, I packaged it and test sold it at the restaurant I invested in for a month. The results were surprisingly good, so I took the liberty of giving you a stake in exchange for the recipe.”

“…”

Hearing this, the whole table fell silent.

As finance students, they understood what “giving a stake” meant, but they hadn’t yet realized the implications. They subconsciously started listening attentively.

“Giving a stake?”

Jiang Qin nodded, “But I haven’t had you sign the contract yet, so you still have other options. Like a buyout. I’ll give you 50,000 yuan upfront. If you choose profit sharing, I’ll give you a cut each month based on revenue, around 3-400 yuan.”

Song Qingqing’s eyes went wide, “Just for that dumpling recipe, you’ll give me 3-400 yuan every month?!”

“Or a one-time price of 50,000. Your choice.”

After speaking, Jiang Qin added, “I suggest you choose profit sharing, because we’re preparing to open a 6th branch. Future revenue will keep rising, and accordingly, your cut will keep increasing too.”

Hearing this, everyone held their breaths, eyes wider than copper bells.

A simple dumpling recipe, leveraged by Jiang Qin to the level of getting a stake in a chain restaurant. A one-time price of 50,000, or 3-400 yuan per month. The craziest part was Song Qingqing didn’t need to do anything. She could get money just by existing.

If she chose the one-time price, Song Qingqing would immediately become a rich girl on the spot.

If she chose profit sharing, as long as Jiang Qin’s restaurant didn’t fail, she would keep getting endless 3-400 yuan payments.

Moreover, Jiang Qin was still opening new branches, meaning this 3-400 yuan was just a starting point. In the future, it could very likely keep doubling.

Compared to working to the bone for hard-earned money, what Jiang Qin casually mentioned in a few words was simply a beautiful dream.

The key point wasn’t how tasty Song Qingqing’s family dumplings were. It was that after she gave Jiang Qin the recipe, it turned into a money tree.

This was something only he could accomplish, right?

Because he’s doing industrial investment. Besides him, which student at Linchuan University can be involved in that?

If it was someone else, what could they do besides say the dumplings are delicious?

Zhuang Chen gulped. He found Jian Chun’s gaze had turned extremely admiring. The other girls’ eyes were even more fervent, even fanatical.

Song Qingqing was also shocked. After a long while, she recovered. “I… I choose profit sharing!”

“A wise choice. But I suggest you still discuss it with your family and give me a definite answer.”

“Okay, I’ll call my mom as soon as I get back to the dorm!”

Jiang Qin nodded, stood up to say goodbye, and left the cafeteria with the F3 from his dorm.

Cao Guangyu was already uncontrollably excited. “Old Jiang, that whole act you put on just now was so gripping it rendered the girls from next door speechless.”

“?”

Jiang Qin paused in his steps for a moment. “You misunderstand. I wasn’t putting on an act.”