novelinnhs Chapter 194 Watch
Chapter 194 Watch
After getting past the school's hurdle, the second round of card sales proceeded smoothly without incident.
One thousand cards sold out in less than five days.
When the students received their cards, they flipped them over and noticed an extra line of text on the back.
"The final interpretation of this event rests with the Student Union of Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School."
Someone muttered, "Why are there these extra words?" The person next to him said, "Who cares, as long as it works," and then put the card into his wallet.
Being able to use it and getting a discount are more important than anything else.
Song Huan sat in front of the computer and went through the accounts.
I earned 26,000 in the first round and 54,000 in the second round, totaling 80,000.
He looked at the number three times, leaned back in his chair, and stared at the ceiling.
Making money is like water flowing away.
He recalled that at the end of the summer vacation, he invested all the money he had earned into the stock market, and his account was wiped out.
Now there's another 80,000 in the account.
He smiled, sat up straight, and opened the map.
He didn't touch any of the lucrative opportunities offered by the surrounding schools.
Now it's time to start the slaughter!
My first target is... No. 12 Middle School!
No. 12 Middle School has more than 3,000 students. They are all junior high school students, with no evening self-study sessions or boarding facilities. They are all day students.
Every day after school, those students pour out of the school gate, eating wherever they go, and their spending power is even stronger than that of high school students.
After school on Friday, Song Huan met up with Xiao Yunqing, and the two of them took the bus to No. 12 Middle School.
There was already a person standing at the entrance of No. 12 Middle School. Zhou Shan was carrying a schoolbag, wearing a school uniform, and holding a bottle of water. She was looking around.
She waved to them as they got out of the car.
"Over here, over here."
Zhou Shan lives nearby and knows this area very well.
She walked in front, with Song Huan and Xiao Yunqing following behind.
The No. 12 Middle School is located in an old urban area. The road is narrow, and there are old houses on both sides with peeling paint, revealing the red bricks underneath.
There are no uniformly planned shops, no food street; the shops open one by one, scattered among the residential buildings.
But there are many people.
It was right when school let out, and a group of students in school uniforms poured out of the school gate, chattering away, and scattered in all directions.
Some people headed straight for the milk tea shop, some squeezed into the fried chicken shop, and some gathered around the barbecue stall.
Long queues formed in front of several stores, with the end of the queue almost spilling onto the street.
Zhou Shan pointed to the milk tea shop, "That one, the pearl milk tea is especially delicious, there's always a long line after school every day."
She then pointed to a fried chicken shop.
"That restaurant has been open for seven or eight years. I've been eating there since elementary school, and the owner knows me."
Pointing to a stationery store, he said, "That store has everything, and the prices are reasonable. Most of the students from No. 12 Middle School go there to buy their pens."
Xiao Yunqing's eyes lit up as she looked at the shops with long queues. "This place has great potential."
Zhou Shan nodded, "Of course. Junior high students don't have evening self-study sessions, and the school doesn't have dormitories; they are all day students."
She paused, then lowered her voice, "And they spend money more than high school students. High school students have to save up to buy study materials, while they just eat and drink after school."
Song Huan raised her head slightly, looking at the students pouring out of the school gate.
Compared to high school students who need to stay in dormitories, junior high school students are indeed more mobile and have greater spending power when they go out.
He looked at it for a while, then turned to Zhou Shan and said, "You first make a list of merchants who will be the first batch to join the alliance for free. They should be businesses with good reputations and easy-going owners. Give it to me when you have it, and I'll arrange meetings with them."
Zhou Shan's eyes lit up. Zhao Qihang and Chen Xu had both joined the Food Alliance's plan, and now it was finally her turn!
She nodded vigorously, "Okay!"
On the way back, the sun was already setting.
Orange-red light leaked from behind the clouds, spreading across the road in fragmented patterns.
Xiao Yunqing walked beside Song Huan, holding a cup of honey grapefruit tea in her hand. She took a sip, and her cheeks puffed out.
"When you set up the food alliance at No. 12 Middle School, remember to use the new contract."
She turned to look at him. "Don't use the old contract, or the school will get involved again."
Song Huan nodded; how could he possibly be confused about this?
Doing business with No. 12 Middle School is like having free rein; who can stop you?
Xiao Yunqing took another sip of her drink and continued speaking, her voice a little louder than before.
"Actually, you don't need to worry too much about the pressure from No. 1 Middle School. They just want to take a share of nominal power. If they really get involved, they won't have the chance."
"As long as you write a thorough plan that they can't find fault with, they won't come looking for trouble."
Song Huan listened and nodded.
She continued, going through the details of franchise fees, merchant selection, and maintaining student groups, one by one, as if she were explaining a problem.
It seems that after learning about the school's involvement, she put a lot of effort into this matter.
Song Huan listened patiently from the side, nodding occasionally and humming in agreement.
He stopped as he passed a watch shop.
The shop window was lit up, illuminating rows of watches.
His gaze lingered on the middle section.
The watch has a pink strap and a white dial with a ring of tiny sequins around the edge that sparkles under the light.
A scene subconsciously flashed into his mind.
Xiao Yunqing wore this watch; her wrist was fair, and the pink color complemented her skin beautifully.
He was stunned.
"Song Huan!" Xiao Yunqing's voice pulled him back to reality.
She stood two steps away, pouting and frowning. "I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me?"
Song Huan chuckled, "Wait a minute."
He turned and ran into the watch store.
Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed him inside.
Song Huan was already standing in front of the counter, bending over, pointing at the pink watch in the window, and talking to the salesperson.
Xiao Yunqing leaned closer. "What are you doing?"
She sounded unhappy; he hadn't listened to a word she said and had come over to check his watch.
Song Huan smiled but didn't say anything.
The saleswoman took the pink watch out of the counter, held it in her palm, and walked up to Xiao Yunqing.
"Hey beautiful, your boyfriend is buying you a watch."
Xiao Yunqing was stunned.
Boyfriend? Buying a watch? For myself?
Her gaze shifted from the shop assistant's face to the watch: a pink strap, a white dial, and sequins on the side shimmering under the light.
She stared at the watch without saying a word.
"How much?" Song Huan asked.
"Three thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine." The female shop assistant had a beautiful smile and excellent service.
"If you can't come up with that much money right away, you can try wearing it. We allow trial wear."
"No need, just pack it up." Song Huan's tone was indifferent, as if she were talking about something trivial.
He took the backpack off his shoulder, unzipped it, and pulled out a wad of cash.
Red, brand new, tied with a rubber band.
Under the dumbfounded gaze of the female shop assistant, he began counting the money, one bill at a time, exactly forty bills.
Put the money on the counter and push it over.
"Keep the change, please."
The female shop assistant was dumbfounded.
She had worked at this store for three years and had seen people swipe their cards, but she had never seen a high school student pull out cash from his bag to buy a watch worth four thousand yuan.
Xiao Yunqing realized what was happening and immediately shook her head, "No, it's too expensive, I don't want it."
The female shop assistant realized what was happening and quickly began to introduce the products.
"This is a Swiss brand, with a calfskin strap and a sapphire crystal dial that's scratch- and drop-resistant. The designer is Italian and has won international awards..."
Song Huan didn't listen.
He looked at Xiao Yunqing, his tone gentle, his eyes earnest.
"It's not that you're not good enough for this watch, it's that this watch is not good enough for you."
He paused for a moment, then said, "It's only because I'm broke that I'm making you put up with these hands. Once I'm rich, I'll get you all sorts of Rolex Submariners."
Xiao Yunqing stared at him blankly.
He stood there, his schoolbag still in his hand, with a pile of red banknotes spread out in front of him, talking about Rolex and Submariner.
She didn't know what brand it was, but it sounded expensive.
She couldn't help but laugh.
It was already dark when I left the watch shop.
The streetlights were on, casting a dim yellow light on the street.
Song Huan held the watch; it was pink, and the strap had already been adjusted to the correct length.
He stood under the streetlight, took Xiao Yunqing's left hand, and fastened the watch to her wrist.
The watch strap fits perfectly, neither too tight nor too loose.
The pink color complemented her fair skin beautifully.
"What time is it?"
He held her wrist, turned it over to look at it, and then turned it over to look at it again.
The sequins on the watch face glittered under the streetlights.
Xiao Yunqing initially thought he was looking at his watch.
After watching for a while, I realized something was wrong.
His thumb rubbed against the back of her hand, then rubbed against it again, before his fingers slowly slid down to the inside of her wrist, resting on her pulse.
Her face turned red.
"Song Huan!"
She flung his hand away, pulled it back, took a step back, and kicked him in the butt.
"Damn it, you're repaying kindness with enmity! I bought this watch, what's wrong with me taking a look?"
Song Huan staggered forward two steps, clutching her backside, and ran away grinning.
"Are you looking at your watch? You're...you're...a pervert!"
Xiao Yunqing said, blushing.
Under the streetlights, Song Huan's shadow was stretched long, bouncing up and down.
Xiao Yunqing stood there watching him run away, then looked down at the pink watch on her wrist.
The sequins glittered under the light.
She flipped her wrist over and over again, a slight smirk playing on her lips, and followed.