Chapter 320: Jiang Senior Rides an Audi?!

Clang clang, a thorough search in the room. Professor Yan searches quietly, his demeanor almost like he’s about to tear room 208 apart. Jiang Qin watches, heart thumping, thinking whether he should confess that the documents had already been whisked away by an airplane.

Just as he’s about to speak, Professor Yan suddenly slaps his forehead, a look of sudden realization on his face, “Did I even write it at all?”

Jiang Qin: “?”

“What’s wrong with my memory? Could it be senility?”

Professor Yan mumbles to himself for a while, finally convinced he hadn’t written it, then shakes his head and leaves room 208.

Jiang Qin stands dumbfounded for a while, rattled by Professor Yan’s sudden realization, wondering if he had actually folded that airplane or just imagined it.

He coughs and steps out of the entrepreneurship base, looking around the greenery.

When he spots a beautiful paper airplane soaked in a puddle, Jiang Qin falls silent. Better just ignore it, Professor Yan admitted he hadn’t written it anyway.

Jiang Qin comfortably settles his conscience, then turns to leave and suddenly sees a girl briskly riding an electric bike.

She’s wearing the same elegant suspender dress with a white shirt and a small black bow tie, her eyes shimmering and moist, her long hair flying in the post-rain sunshine, her expression somewhat aloof, like an unapproachable rich beauty.

Feng Nanshu is here to recharge ‘little Pink’, and also brought a bunch of fruits and snacks to treat everyone at 208, feeling a bit like a responsible lady boss.

Su Nai and Lu Feiyu lead in warmly welcoming the lady boss, while starting to snatch up the fruits.

Upon hearing the news, Jiang Qin catches up, shouting for everyone to have some dignity and not act embarrassingly, then casually grabs the sweetest part of a watermelon. The whole office curses him, scaring the tiny rich dog trembling in its hiding.

Meanwhile, Feng Nanshu tiptoes to glance at Jiang Qin’s neck, her gaze adorably curious.

“What are you looking at?”

“Nothing.” Feng Nanshu quickly shifts her gaze.

Jiang Qin is startled briefly, then loosens a button on his shirt, “Wanting to see this, right? Look what you’ve done, all red and purple.”

Feng Nanshu sneaks another look, then with moist eyes, locks eyes with him, “I bit that.”

“Of course you did. Look at it, won’t fade for a week. In this hot weather, I have to wear a shirt to cover it.”

“Why hide it?” Feng Nanshu sounds puzzled.

“Because my friend is too pretty, I fear others might get jealous if they knew.”

Feng Nanshu can’t help but brighten up, “Jiang Qin, you’re a good person.”

Jiang Qin smiles slightly, buttons up, and feeds a grape to the little rich girl, then remembers something, “I called Fang Xiaoxuan, told her to come over to Linchuan University, she’s waiting in the shop, has she arrived?”

Feng Nanshu nods, “She’s waiting in the shop.”

“You stay here and play with the dog, I’m going to meet Fang Xiaoxuan at the shop.”

“Jiang Qin, I kind of want to come with you,” Feng Nanshu declares coolly but clingily.

“Not a good idea, I have work to do. You stay and enjoy. Otherwise, Gao Wenhui would go on another rant. No milk tea made, no books written, you know how the website’s readers curse. Lucky her skin is thick, or she’d be depressed.”

Jiang Qin is indeed wary of taking the little rich girl out, as he has to meet Fang Xiaoxuan and then Liu Jiaming in downtown. By the time he returns it would be dark. If the little rich girl were with him, she’d surely coax him into the woods and bite him again.

This clingy little nymph, she really does bite.

Jiang Qin prints two copies of the ‘Zhihu·First Station Marketing Plan’, pats his dear friend’s head, tucks her hanging hair behind her ear, and leaves the entrepreneurship base.

Xitian’s weekend orders are flooding in, the place is bustling with customers, Jiang Qin finds it too noisy, so he takes Fang Xiaoxuan to the back warehouse.

Lately, apart from training staff in her city branch, Fang Xiaoxuan has also gone out for further studies, transforming her image from that of a working girl to an urban white-collar vibe.

After her studies, Fang Xiaoxuan improved several of Xitian’s signature milk teas, which turned out very successful.

While everyone knows Xiao Fang is the lady boss’s favorite employee, Jiang Qin admires her too for embodying the persistence of a worker.

This isn’t a capitalist admiring a money-maker, but Jiang Qin seeing in Fang Xiaoxuan the crazed fighter he once was in Shanghai.

Only, Fang Xiaoxuan is luckier than the him of past life, having met such a generous and handsome boss.

“The national promotion of Zhihu has completed its first phase. I plan to market some local Linchuan brands this round, Xitian being our own, so we should seize this chance to break out of Linchuan. Do you think you can handle this?”

Fang Xiaoxuan is nervous, “Boss, I’m not sure of my capability, but I’d like to try.”

Jiang Qin nods with satisfaction, “Don’t be so nervous. I’ll arrange a dedicated marketing team to coordinate with you. You just follow the plan in the initial stage.”

“Okay boss, thank you for this opportunity.”

“It’s not me giving you this opportunity, it’s because your lady boss really likes you.”

After hearing this, Fang Xiaoxuan’s eyes beam with pride and immense gratitude towards her celestial beauty of a lady boss.

Also, Jiang Qin is unaware that Fang Xiaoxuan is also a serious shipper, instantly extracting sweetness from his last statement.

Despite being stern, speaking authoritatively, and acting decisively with outstanding capabilities, one must still obediently listen to the lady boss.

“By the way, when we promote Xitian, we should introduce a trending product or series. Got any ideas?”

“Gao Dawei’s taro milk tea sells well, but some customers find it too sweet. So, I modified it, reduced the sugar, and added some rose flavor to enhance the fragrance. Would this work?”

Jiang Qin nods, “Sounds good. I’m not much into milk teas, but if you think it’s good, let’s go with this.”

Fang Xiaoxuan purses her lips, “Boss, I hope you can try it first. If even someone who doesn’t like milk tea finds it tasty, then I’ll be more confident.”

“Sounds reasonable.”

After seeing Fang Xiaoxuan off, Jiang Qin walks up to the Xitian counter and taps on the table, “Xiao Gao, give me a Rose Taro.”

As he speaks, laughter comes from nearby. Jiang Qin turns his head and sees the plain junior girl who had helped him throw away trash on the training field, greeting her with a friendly smile.

Qi Qi and Guan Wensi, of course, came for the milk tea.

No girl can refuse milk tea, and certainly not from Xitian.

They never expected to encounter Jiang Qin here, nor did they anticipate him ordering a Rose Taro.

This milk tea, Xitian’s latest sensation, sells like hotcakes in school, and even has been marketed as a ‘Goddess’s choice’. Yet seeing a guy order Rose Taro is rather amusing.

Riding a pink electric bike and loving a girly milk tea flavor, oh my, this senior is hilariously unbelievable.

“Jiang the male god likes drinking rose taro milk tea, isn’t that terrifying?” Guan Wensi muttered quietly.

Qi Qi couldn’t help but snicker, “That does sound a bit effeminate. Also, stop calling him a male god; I’m getting goosebumps.”

“But everyone says he’s a male god.”

“Anyone with a bit of taste can see he’s not even close to a handsome guy, how can he be a male god.”

As the two were talking, Gao Wenhui had already prepared the rose taro milk tea and handed it to Jiang Qin. Watching him pick up the milk tea and leave, Qi Qi suddenly realized, “Hey, wait, he didn’t pay!”

The new girl’s voice was quite loud, causing all the customers in the shop to turn and look.

Gao Wenhui was also startled, then suddenly slammed the table, “Yeah, boss, you haven’t paid yet!”

“I promised I wouldn’t deduce your salary this month, and now you’re talking back to me?” Jiang Qin turned and glanced at her.

“Can’t I make a joke?”

Gao Wenhui smiled as she sent Jiang Qin off, then turned to the other customers waiting for their tea, “That’s my boss, all bark and no bite, sorry for the scene.”

Hearing this, the customers in the shop turned their attention to Guan Wensi and Qi Qi, who were both confused and their gaze remained blank for a long time.

They were just laughing at someone drinking rose taro milk tea for looking effeminate, and it turns out he’s the boss of Xitian Milk Tea.

But how could he be the boss of Xitian?

This shop is super popular in the city and it claims to ensure taste by not franchising. How could a student be the boss?

After a while, Qi Qi and Guan Wensi walked out the door and glanced at the sign above it, which had the numbers NO.001 written under it, signifying it was the first Xitian store.

“Impossible, right? Is this a fake Xitian?” Guan Wensi voiced her suspicion.

Qi Qi felt it was likely, “Yeah, maybe seeing the success in the downtown area, someone sneakily opened a fake one here in school.”

“Even if it’s fake, it must cost a lot of money, right?”

“If it’s fake, they wouldn’t need a franchise fee. Just opening a milk tea shop doesn’t cost much, especially when the shop is so small and triangular.”

Standing by the roadside, Qi Qi analyzed seriously, flaunting her serious goddess vibe, but just when she finished speaking, the sound of a car engine came from behind.

Thinking she might be blocking the way, she stepped aside only to find a black Audi parked in front of her, a new model A6 with its windscreen allowing a glimpse of a young man inside.

Is… is it a rich second-generation guy trying to hit on her?

With that thought, Qi Qi quickly fixed her hair and adjusted her posture to a very goddess-like state, just as the Audi’s window lowered.

Instead of the expected flirtation, a hand reached out from the car, holding an empty rose taro cup and shaking it towards Qi Qi, signaling her to take it.

The scene felt strangely familiar to Qi Qi, like it had happened not long ago, so she took a closer look at the driver’s face and her mind buzzed as her hand involuntarily took the empty milk tea cup.

“Thanks, junior. Next time you come for milk tea, it’s on the house.”

Jiang Qin put on sunglasses, rolled up the window, and drove off from the front square road, smacking his lips and nodding.

“This rose taro milk tea is really good, could be a flagship product for Xitian’s promotion, then cobined with Zhihu’s traffic, it could be packaged as an internet sensation.”