I am not just a tycoon

After all, she had plans to open her own shop in the future, so this was a perfect opportunity to familiarize herself and get a head start.

Thus, the three divided the tasks: Li Yuhang was responsible for the renovation, Siao Siyao was in charge of investigating and learning from the operational models of popular speakeasies,

while Shen Yuan took on the task of contacting influencer explorers, inquiring about prices and understanding the market ahead of time.

However, Li Yuhang was very dissatisfied with this arrangement, grumbling, "You son of a bitch always arrange the easy jobs for yourself, and I\'m stuck with the most toiling and exhausting one—renovation!"

Thinking about having to spend every day in a dusty construction site, dealing with the workers, while Shen Yuan might be in some cozy place, having tea and chatting with female fans, made Li Yuhang feel even more aggrieved by the unfairness.

Shen Yuan chuckled and said, "This is called making the best use of people\'s talents, after all, you\'ve been in charge of renovations when you ran a shop before, so you definitely have more experience than us."

"Bastard!"

Unable to win the argument, Li Yuhang could only spit out an insult.

Watching the two bosses bicker childishly, Minhui silently shook her head.

It seemed that working here, such occurrences would become the norm.

And so, the three-member team started taking shape.

After finalizing some details, it was almost five o\'clock, so Shen Yuan suggested they have dinner together.

After dinner, as dusk descended, when Shen Yuan took a taxi back to the university, it was already seven o\'clock.

As soon as he pushed the door of dorm 503 open, Huang Haibao and Cao Shunjin dragged him to the playground for a walk, claiming they needed to digest the takeout they\'d just eaten.

Those two bastards claimed to be walking to digest their food, but Shen Yuan knew all too well what they were really up to.

It was summer, and the campus was full of young girls in the throes of spring, each dressed coolly. Their pale, bare thighs and pert breasts and butts released hormones into the air.

The young girls liked to stroll around the playground after dinner, in twos and threes, chirping and chatting, always forming a sight that exhilarated the male students on the International campus\'s track.

Thus, Old Huang and Old Cao were eager to "walk off their meal" at the track every few days.

Of course, Shen Yuan was no exception.

No straight man would refuse such a form of "walking."

"Old Third, why have you been so secretive these past two days, hardly showing your face? What are you up to?"

As the three of them walked on the track, Huang Haibao asked, his gaze wandering all around.

"I\'m making money," Shen Yuan honestly responded.

"Have you fallen to the point where you have to take on a part-time job now?"

Huang Haibao asked incredulously. In his view, a university student earning living expenses generally meant part-time jobs.

Such as waiting tables at a restaurant, working in the library, handing out flyers, or sorting parcels at a courier station.

Or even working as a temp security guard at various exhibitions.

Of course, Huang Haibao didn\'t lack money and wouldn\'t stoop to part-time work.

But Old Third\'s situation was questionable; with his family bankrupted, even his living expenses might be an issue.

"Can\'t I be my own boss?"

Shen Yuan thought it was time to lay the groundwork for himself; when the speakeasy opened, he didn\'t want its sign to blind Old Cao and Old Huang when he brought them in for a drink.

Their young and fragile hearts might not be able to handle the shock.

But before Huang Haibao could even speak, Old Cao scoffed first, "Old Third, stop bullshitting us. We\'re all family in dorm 503; even if you\'re sneaking around waiting tables somewhere, we wouldn\'t laugh at you."

"Fuck! You don\'t believe me?"

Shen Yuan was just about to give Old Cao a little zapping, but just then, Huang Haibao, who had been silent, suddenly exclaimed, interrupting his casting.

"No way, look over there!"

The two instinctively followed Huang Haibao\'s gaze and when they saw who was coming, their eyes froze for a moment.

It was their International Business Class 2\'s beautiful class belle.

The class belle was wearing light blue denim shorts today, showing off her slender, long, and fair legs, while her top was a white cropped tank.

They say white clothes make you look bigger, and on Fang Minhui, it was especially so.

Born with exceptional talents, she wore the cropped top as if blessed by the gods, her full chest seeming as though it was ready to burst forth at any moment.

Her flexible waist, honed by dance practices, created a stark and striking waist-to-hip ratio with her upper body.

There might be girls at school prettier than Fang Minhui, but very few could rival her explosive figure.

With Fang Minhui\'s arrival, not only did the other girls out for a walk fade in comparison, but even the male "wolf friends" who were also "strolling" on the track cast envious glances her way.

The class belle\'s outfit today reminded the guys from room 503 of a night three years ago during military training. She had worn a white tank top and twisted her snakelike waist to the dance music, relentlessly stimulating these fresh-from-high-school, green first-year college boys.

What Huang Haibao and Cao Shunjin didn\'t know, however, was that this perfect white moonlight in their hearts was off-limits to other men.

After all, Shen Yuan, the rascal, had already picked the peach.

Huang Haibao\'s gaze turned vacant, and he finally forlornly withdrew his eyes. He knew that even Li Zhanpeng stood no chance, let alone himself, so he might as well keep out of sight, out of mind.

But he noticed that Shen Yuan was still fixedly staring at that graceful figure, so he couldn\'t help but advise, "Stop looking, Old Third, even if you keep looking, she\'s a woman you can\'t have."

Shen Yuan was about to retort when Cao Shunjin took over the conversation, "Old Huang is right, you\'re so down on your luck that you have to take on a part-time job, class belle is out of your league."

Huang Haibao nodded in agreement, "Exactly, even a man like me can\'t capture the class belle\'s heart, let alone you."

"???"

Shen Yuan was particularly speechless now; he really wanted to unzip his pants, pull out his 18cm "tool" and spray some sense into these damn idiots.

But if he really told them he\'d already gone all the way with the class belle, their eyeballs would probably pop out of their sockets.

But he didn\'t want to make his relationship with Fang Minhui public yet; doing so would mean giving up his right to choose again among the International campus girls.

After all, now that he had System, he was looking forward to more opportunities to bloom.

Yet, during the brief silence among the three, they suddenly realized that the figure who sparked endless fantasies was actually holding a bottle of AD calcium milk and walking towards them.

As Fang Minhui got closer, Huang Haibao and Cao Shunjin became noticeably uneasy.

Usually, they were all talk, but now that she was actually heading their way, they immediately felt nervous.

The key was, class belle didn\'t only have a bottle of AD calcium in hand, but her expression was also full of affection.

Huang Haibao\'s heart rate sped up involuntarily, his throat felt dry, and he suddenly realized something.

"No way, no way?"

"Could it be that the class belle turned down Li Zhanpeng last night... for me?"

"Could it be that she has discovered my interesting soul?"

Shen Yuan rolled his eyes so hard they almost fell out of his head upon hearing this. Old Huang really never stops with the drama!

Does he never look in the mirror? Doesn\'t he have the slightest clue about his own filthy soul?

Huang Haibao\'s eyes were firmly fixed on Fang Minhui, eagerly following her as she got closer. He instinctively reached out his hand, hoping to receive the "hint of love."

What Huang Haibao didn\'t expect was that the bottle of AD calcium milk would slip right past him and land perfectly in Shen Yuan\'s hand.

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