Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 198 The Cunning Song Wentao

Monday sunlight streamed through the windows and fell on the desks at the back of the classroom.

Song Huan walked in through the front door, and Xiao Yunqing was the first to stand up.

Zhao Qihang leaned over from the back row, Chen Xu put down his pen, and Zhou Shan turned around from the front row. All four of them had eight eyes staring at him.

"How is it?" Xiao Yunqing stepped forward and lowered her voice.

Zhao Qihang couldn't help but chime in, "I just saw reporters come to interview you, carrying cameras, there were several of them."

Song Huan gave Xiao Yunqing a reassuring look, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"Don't worry, the school won't touch us for the time being."

Xiao Yunqing's shoulders relaxed slightly, Zhao Qihang let out a long breath, Chen Xu leaned back in his chair, and Zhou Shan released her grip on his hand.

Zhou Shan stood up from her seat, holding a folder in her hand, and walked over to Song Huan.

"This is the plan from No. 12 Middle School, take a look."

Song Huan took it and opened it.

He looked at it page by page, and when he got to the third page, he frowned slightly.

Zhou Shan immediately tensed up, "What's wrong? Is something amiss?"

Song Huan shook her head. "It's not that it's unsuitable, it's just that some parts need to be modified."

He took a pen from his pencil case, bent down, placed the folder on the table, and began to scribble in the blank space.

Xiao Yunqing leaned forward and tilted her head to look.

The first rule is to invite ten friends to sign up for a card, and you will receive a hidden card.

Article 2: The No. 12 Middle School Food Card and the No. 1 Middle School Food Card are interchangeable, and cardholders can use them in both locations.

Article 3: Each card comes with points. Collect 30 points to redeem the title of "Campus Foodie". Title holders have double the chance of winning in the monthly lottery.

Xiao Yunqing looked at those lines and didn't understand them at first glance. She blinked, looked at them again, and then she understood.

Junior high school students are different from high school students; they still have a sense of naivety.

They like to compare, they like to hoard, and they like that feeling of "I have what you don't".

Inviting friends to sign up for a membership card is a form of social interaction.

Hidden cards are for collecting.

It's usable in both locations, which is convenient.

Points-based titles are a form of honor.

With this combination of strategies, won't Meishika become a bestseller among junior high school students?

Zhao Qihang also came over, Chen Xu stood up, and Zhou Shan squeezed in as well.

The four of them sat around the proposal for quite a while.

Zhao Qihang was the first to speak, "What the hell were you thinking?"

Chen Xu nodded firmly beside him.

Zhou Shan didn't say anything, but her eyes were shining, as if she had found a treasure.

Song Huan capped the pen and handed the folder back to Zhou Shan. "That's all for now."

He turned to Xiao Yunqing, "Go back and tell the manufacturer to hurry up and print the cards for No. 12 Middle School, and also order a batch of hidden editions. For the boys, print characters from Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Water Margin; for the girls, use characters from Japanese anime. Remember, all of them should be glittery, the glitterier the better."

Xiao Yunqing nodded.

Song Huan turned to Zhao Qihang, "Qihang, I'd like to trouble you to print the posters for No. 12 Middle School. You won't be shortchanged; it'll be at market price. If it's always free, your parents will have objections."

Zhao Qihang waved his hand immediately, "No problem! It's no big deal, I'll take care of it."

Chen Xu stood to the side, scratching his head. "What about me?"

Song Huan looked at him and said, "You'll be in charge of selling the third batch of cards from No. 1 Middle School first. If you can manage, then you can help Zhou Shan."

Zhou Shan's face flushed red. "I can definitely do it all by myself!"

The sound was urgent and crisp, like someone had stepped on its tail.

She hadn't forgotten the last clause of the contract.

If you don't do a good job, you'll be docked 1,500 yuan.

She doesn't want to give her salary to anyone else.

……

Su Huai walked faster than usual down the corridor.

The leather shoes clicked on the floor, carrying an irrepressible lightness.

He was holding a folder containing his "Food Alliance Optimization Plan," which he had been working on late into the night for the past few days. It was eight pages long, covering everything from merchant management and card design to promotional strategies.

He pushed open the door to Wang Feng's office, walked in, and smiled.

"Director Wang, you wanted to see me?"

Wang Feng was sitting behind his desk, looking at a document.

He looked up, glanced at Su Huai, and put the document down.

"Yes, sit down."

Su Huai sat down, his back ramrod straight.

He was calculating in his mind: the Food Alliance, one card sells for sixty yuan, a thousand cards would be sixty thousand yuan.

If only I could get a share, even just a small cup...

He suppressed his excitement and waited for Wang Feng to speak.

"Su Huai, put the matter of the Food Alliance on hold for now."

Wang Feng spoke in a very flat tone, as if he were talking about something very trivial.

Su Huai's smile froze on his face.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Wang Feng pushed the newspaper on the table over; it was the Jiangcheng Evening News, front page, with the headline in bold.

"Student entrepreneurship assistance program at No. 1 Middle School benefits the entire school through a food alliance."

The accompanying photo is of Song Huan standing in front of the administration building being interviewed. Her face has been blurred by photoshopping, making it impossible to see her features, but the school uniform and her figure make it immediately recognizable.

Wang Feng tapped his finger on the newspaper. "The newspaper has already reported it, and the principal has also given his approval. This matter will remain unresolved for now."

He looked at Su Huai and softened his tone a little, "You should focus on your student council duties first. For now, you don't need to worry about the Food Alliance."

Su Huai sat in the chair, opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

"Understood, Director Wang."

He turned and left.

The door closed.

Wang Feng leaned back in his chair, looked at the closed door, and sighed.

The school is now in a difficult position!

……

When Song Huan opened the door, Zhang Xuejuan was sitting on the sofa, holding a newspaper in her hand.

She was so engrossed in watching that she didn't even hear Song Huan changing her shoes.

Song Huan walked over and was about to speak when Zhang Xuejuan spoke first, her voice filled with surprise and delight.

"Kids these days are really getting more and more amazing. They're starting their own businesses in their senior year of high school. Huanhuan, come and take a look. They're from your No. 1 High School, aren't they?"

She held up the newspaper and pointed to the photo on the front page.

A boy in a school uniform stood in front of the administration building. His face was blurred by photoshopping, but his posture was upright.

The title is bold: "Students from No. 1 High School Start Businesses to Support Education, Food Alliance Benefits the Entire School."

Song Huan glanced at it, her lips twitching slightly. "It's alright."

Zhang Xuejuan turned the newspaper over and continued reading.

"Look at them, they're so young and they've already started their own business and made money, and they even donate to the school."

She looked up at Song Huan, her tone shifting from admiration to scolding, "Look at you! All you do is play computer games all day. If your grades drop, you're doomed!"

After saying that, he stood up, took the newspaper, and went into the kitchen.

Song Huan sat on the sofa, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

The sunlight streamed in through the window, falling brightly on the coffee table.

He leaned back on the sofa, about to close his eyes.

Song Wentao put down his teacup.

The porcelain clinked softly against the glass coffee table.

Song Huan opened her eyes.

Song Wentao looked at him, his face expressionless, and said in a calm tone, "It's you, isn't it?"

Song Huan was stunned for a moment.

"What?"

Song Wentao picked up the newspaper from the coffee table, flipped to the front page, pointed to the photo, and said, "Those shoes of yours, I bought them."

Song Huan's face froze.

He glanced down at his feet; white sneakers with a light gray stripe down the side.

He looked up at Song Wentao.

Song Wentao folded the newspaper, placed it on the coffee table, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

His face remained expressionless, but his eyes narrowed slightly with a smile.

Song Huan gritted her teeth.

Holy crap, they found out.

I was careless!

"Dad, um..."

He had barely opened his mouth when Song Wentao waved his hand.

"My car needs maintenance soon; the tires need replacing, and the brake pads are almost worn out."

He leaned back on the sofa, speaking slowly, as if reciting a maintenance checklist.

"The engine oil needs changing, and the transmission fluid needs changing too. This whole process will cost quite a bit of money."

Song Huan's eyelid twitched.

Song Wentao turned to look at him, grinning like a fox that had just stolen a chicken.

"Don't you think so?"

Song Huan opened her mouth, "Dad, this is extortion!"

"Extortion?" Song Wentao raised an eyebrow and smiled even more broadly.

"How about I tell your mom about this? So she can be happy too."

He made a move to stand up.

Song Huan reached out and pressed down on his arm, "No, no, no."

Song Wentao sat back down, picked up his teacup, and waited.

Song Huan gritted her teeth, ran back to her room, and took out the money from the closet.

Three thousand in total.

He put the money on the coffee table and pushed it over.

Song Wentao glanced down at the stack of red banknotes, then at Song Huan.

He hadn't expected this kid to have so much money.

He paused for a moment, then picked up the money and stuffed it into his pocket.

He patted his pocket, looked at Song Huan, and softened his tone.

"Making money is one thing, but don't neglect your studies."

Song Huan nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although his father was a bit cunning, he was at least enlightened at times.