Chapter 485: Dormitory Daily Life

Around 9:30 PM, as the night deepened, a large group of students continued to gather in the front square. Most gathered at the doors of the milk tea shop, water bar, and supermarket, in pairs and groups.

Female students wore black silk skirts and slim figures, while male students carried themselves like respectable gentlemen but occasionally stole glances, trying to appear cool and composed.

Soon, drizzles began, wetting the spring night.

A chill swept through, prompting students in thin clothes to wrap up and bid each other farewell. The campus roads quickly emptied, immersed in the quiet spring rain.

Apart from the supermarket where part-time students continued to work, most shops began packing up.

At this moment, Jiang Qin returned to the male dorms of the School of Finance, moving from the dim night into the brightly lit building entrance.

Passing the second floor, a junior struggled with a large water jug. Jiang Qin quickly lent a hand before it slipped.

“Thanks, thank you, senior.”

“No worries.”

Jiang Qin pocketed his hands and returned to the third floor. Most dorms had their doors open; some were playing cards in groups, others hammered on keyboards like machine guns, creating a noisy mix.

Some, wearing just shorts, wandered out smoking, walking with a carefree swagger. Yet upon seeing Jiang Qin, they promptly tidied up and greeted him politely.

No choice—he’s a legend known from the cafeteria TVs.

Jiang Qin smiled and nodded as he walked past them.

Room 302 was buzzing with chatter, particularly about Chao.

Ren Ziqiang’s girlfriend Wang Linlin had recently introduced Chao to a girl from her club. They met for the first time today after their date.

But without any experience with girls, Chao still looked embarrassed back in the dorm.

Asked how it went, he said it was okay. Asked if the girl was pretty, he said she was okay. Essentially, he was totally clueless, a mix of shy and awkward.

As Jiang Qin entered, the three roommates turned simultaneously. “Jiang Ge, weren’t you just back from Shanghai? Where did you go this afternoon?”

“Went to hang out with a good friend.”

Jiang Qin, his face flushed, didn’t hide it.

Seeing his inflamed lips, they all thought, wow, Feng Nanshu seems so aloof, but she kisses fiercely.

Normally, young master Cao would have teased, “You’ve kissed your lips like that, and you say just friends?”

But not today.

Jiang Qin had just returned from a business trip of over half a month—a risky time to chatter.

Young master Cao opened his mouth then swallowed his words, looking wary, afraid even a cough could provoke a reaction.

Jiang Qin couldn’t help glancing at him. “Young master, why do you look at me as if seeing a plague?”

“I’m afraid you’ll strike me.”

“Relax, someone else took your place this time.”

Cao Guangyu, stunned, thought: Who dared to chat with Jiang Qin right after his trip? Seeking trouble?

But hearing he’s safe, young master Cao rejoined the conversation about Chao’s dating life.

They couldn’t understand Jiang Qin’s business talks nor cared to ask—it was too dazzling. But guiding Chao in love, they had plenty of advice.

Love seemed to have muddled Chao’s head. He sounded timid, like a bashful girl.

“I went with her to an art festival this afternoon.”

“Where’s she from?” Jiang Qin casually asked.

Chao startled, “No… no idea.”

“?”

“What did she think of you?”

Chao turned red, “I… I forgot to ask.”

Ren Ziqiang was also confused, “Then what did you guys talk about?”

“Nothing much, just wandered around.”

Cao Guangyu hissed, “I’ve always thought you can’t really tell with virgins, but Chao, this behavior is classic virgin.”

Jiang Qin felt offended, his expression tightened, “Old Cao, want to check my account balance?”

“You said no attacking me!”

“Then shut it. What’s virginity to you?”

“?????”

Indeed, no one at Linchuan University thought of Jiang Qin as a virgin. Although he and Feng Nanshu never spent a night out, everyone knew—Jiang Qin had money.

Wealthy life must be damn interesting, and everyone had seen the bevy of beauties in social settings on TV. Especially given Jiang Qin’s frequent business trips, they assumed his life was work by day, revel by night.

But who would guess, even Jiang Qin’s pee could scare off zombies.

As they spoke, someone pushed the dorm door open. Zhang Guangfa appeared, handing over a plastic bag. “I just picked up some takeout and saw your dorm’s order, so I brought it over.”

Ren Ziqiang stood up, “It’s my laundry powder and shampoo.”

“Oh, interested in cards later?”

“Sure.”

Zhang Guangfa called out they’d come later, then left room 302.

Cao Guangyu confused, “Why’s he so polite today?”

Jiang Qin stretched, “I had nowhere to go this afternoon when you guys weren’t around. I chatted with Guangfa next door; he asked what I did in Shanghai.”

Cao Guangyu held his breath, realizing—what should have landed on his face ended up on Zhang Guangfa’s.

But young master Cao carried some pride: it took three years for him to submit, and even then, minimally, while Zhang Guangfa learned his lesson instantly—a lack of spine.

Soon, Zhang Guangfa and Zuo Baiqiang brought stools to join the card game. But Jiang Qin, with poor card skills, firmly sat out.

The group chatted as they played, the atmosphere gradually warming.

“The class leader quit the student council this year.”

“We still have three boxes of mooncakes uneaten in our dorm.”

“Heard Old Lu is getting a promotion next year…”

“It’s almost senior year. I always felt time crawled, but looking back, it went fast. Feels like I learned nothing, just floated through three years. What do you think?”

Zhang Guangfa, never stopping his chatter, kept up the banter during the card game.

Cao Guangyu smirked, “I feel I floated through but got myself a lovely and considerate girlfriend.”

Zhang Guangfa: “…”

Thrilling!

Young master Cao inwardly cheered, thinking it wasn’t the lack of resemblance to a wealthy scion. Just got the wrong roommate at entry. If I were with Guangfa, I’d be happy every day!

As Jiang Qin watched Cao Guangyu brag, he chuckled and pulled out a cigarette, “Young master, have a smoke.”

Cao Guangyu reached out, took the cigarette, puffing with satisfied vanity, “I’m studying hard every day now, aiming for postgraduate studies. Otherwise, I’ll have to go back and inherit the family fortune after graduation. Actually, being a wealthy heir isn’t as easy as you think.”

Hearing this, Zhang Guangfa paused in his card dealing, thinking: Why is everyone in this dorm so ridiculous?

“Young master Cao is impressive, can’t attack me, now just does whatever he pleases.”

Jiang Qin hummed a song, returned to the table, and opened his laptop. Before heading to bed, he checked the project progress in the internal system.

Sun Zhi’s elite team had set up the market in Kyoto, now managed by Yao Shengdong.

Yao joined Group-Buy in 2010, has been handling the business in Kyoto University Town, a well-rounded managerial talent.

Later, Sun Zhi led a team to Guangzhou, establishing a business circle centered around university towns right under the noses of WoWo Group.

Since announcing entry into Shanghai in November, by the end of April, Group-Buy’s business chain had penetrated the four major cities—a feat not even achieved by Lashou Network at its peak.

Currently, Gaode’s tech staff were conducting system tests, planning to launch GIS services by May Day, leveraging the holiday for promotions and rolling out daily deals.

Also, the draft of the employee stock ownership plan was ready, lying in Jiang Qin’s inbox.

April was hectic; he hadn’t reviewed it yet. Now, he took the time to meticulously go over it.

Group-Buy’s ever-expanding business needed a sense of belonging, cohesiveness, and centrality at its various stations.

Employee stock ownership was one way to ensure this.

Thus, the company’s prosperity could be directly linked to what employees took home, pulling everyone together.

After reviewing, Jiang Qin forwarded the draft to a few professors at the School of Finance for further analysis.

Late at night, the sound of the taps signifying lights out echoed outside. Zhang Guangfa and Zuo Baiqiang returned to their room, finding Zhuang Chen already back, lying in bed waiting for a message from Jian Chun.

Cao Guangyu felt content tonight, though still wanting more. He almost wished to stay next door with Zhang Guangfa.

“So this is what being wealthy feels like.”

Young master Cao, a bit boastful, crushed the cigarette in his mouth, even patted Jiang Qin on the shoulder. “Old Jiang, what are you up to?”

Jiang Qin yawned, “Business is growing, spanning north to south, nearly 3,000 employees. I’m planning the first round of stock distribution, making everyone’s future brighter.”

“…”

Young master Cao fell silent, sulked back to his bed.

Damn, rich kids still don’t measure up in front of richer adults. The games they play just aren’t the same. Young master Cao’s joy vanished in a flash.