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

Chapter 329 Men and women should not touch each other.

With Alibaba's IPO this year, Taobao's scale has expanded like an inflating balloon.

Online transactions and online markets are driving the entire market upwards.

Xiaoyun Esports has caught this wave; the equipment that top players craft is almost instantly sold out as soon as it's listed.

Previously, it would take several days to list a weapon without level restrictions, but now sometimes people message you asking for the price before you even have a chance to put it up for sale.

Song Huan is feeling upset today.

Xiao Yunqing hasn't replied to his message yet.

My QQ profile picture is always gray, I can't get through on the phone, and the fruit I sent was returned by the dormitory supervisor.

He didn't want to do anything. After leaving the startup incubator, he wandered aimlessly along the school path.

As I walked, I looked up and realized I had arrived at the entrance of Little Cloud Esports.

The glass door was polished to a shine, and the cartoon cloud on it was smiling.

I pushed open the door and was immediately greeted by the clatter of keyboards. The room was packed with people.

In front of each computer sat a figure wearing headphones, the screen displaying a colorful array of games: Fantasy Westward Journey, World of Warcraft, and Counter-Strike, switching back and forth between them.

They all looked very young; they were mostly students from Nanjing University.

Chen Fei was standing behind the bar flipping through the ledger when he looked up and saw Song Huan. He immediately put down the ledger and strode over, his expression like that of someone who had won the lottery.

"Boss, what brings you here!"

He pulled Song Huan behind the bar, lowering his voice, but he couldn't suppress his excitement.

The ledger was opened, and the monthly transactions were listed clearly, one by one.

He wrote the data of the two old stores in Jiangcheng and the new store in Nanjiang side by side, and drew a horizontal line at the bottom and wrote the total: one million.

The monthly net income of the three stores exceeded one million.

Chen Fei's finger trembled slightly as he tapped the number. "Boss, one million!"

He looked up, his eyes shining.

Song Huan looked at the number and nodded. "Hmm, not bad."

Chen Fei was stunned for a moment, then his face showed an even more admiring expression.

[A boss is a boss; he's got thunder in his heart but a calm face. A million dollars right in front of him, and he doesn't even blink. That's a man who does big things! When will I ever have that kind of composure?]

Song Huan's lips twitched involuntarily.

It wasn't that he had great self-control; it was mainly that he genuinely didn't think one million was a lot of money.

With only one million yuan, if a food delivery platform wants to fully expand in Nanjiang, it needs to spend money on ground promotion, user subsidies, delivery teams, technical teams, and server upgrades.

Wu Tian just submitted a server procurement plan last week, which alone costs hundreds of thousands.

Once Nanjing University has established a stable foothold, replicating this model to Southeast University, Nanjing University of Science and Technology, and Nanjing Normal University will incur significant operational costs for each institution.

A million sounds like a lot, but once you throw it in, it's just a noise.

He closed the ledger. "How's the new store going? The one in Nanjiang is doing well; the next step is to expand. The more stores we have, the better the revenue will look."

Chen Fei immediately pulled a map out of the drawer and spread it on the bar.

Several locations in the Nanjiang urban area and the university town area are circled in red.

He pointed to two circled spots on the map, "Boss, I've checked them both. One is on the street opposite the south gate of Southeast University, with just as much foot traffic as ours. The other is near the north gate of Nanjing University of Science and Technology, which is also a good location."

His finger traced across the map. "Both companies are close to the university town, have a stable customer base, and have abundant cheap labor."

Song Huan's lips twitched again.

Abundant cheap labor.

He looked up and peered through the glass partition at the college students in the studio who were engrossed in crafting equipment. Some were wearing department uniforms, some were wearing slippers, and some had textbooks spread out on their tables with screenshots of the equipment they had just crafted next to them.

From their perspective, being able to play games for free is already a win, not to mention they get a cut.

Chen Fei offered a very low base salary, but in a place like a university town, the low base salary plus commission model can actually filter out people who are truly productive.

Those who just want to play games for free and coast along will leave once they don't get their commission.

Those who genuinely want to make money by playing games will instead grind dungeons relentlessly.

But Jiangcheng is different.

He poached those old employees from internet cafes one by one. Each of them had a base salary and a share of the profits; they were true professional thugs.

But professions have their costs, and students have their own ways of using their time.

He looked away and sighed.

What a lovely group of college students.

"Both locations are fine. We'll discuss the one at Southeast University first, and proceed with the one at Nanjing University of Science and Technology simultaneously. You need to negotiate with the landlord about the shop location, size, and rent, and try to get the price down. Let me know when you've reached an agreement, and I'll come and pay. The renovation will still be done by the same construction team as before, with a unified style and standards. The signboard, storefront, and interior layout will all be done according to the template." He came out from behind the bar and patted Chen Fei on the shoulder.

Chen Fei immediately straightened his back.

When is a man most handsome? It's when he's paying.

He stood ramrod straight, folded the map neatly, and stuffed it into his pocket. "Don't worry, boss, I'll definitely negotiate these two shops perfectly."

in the afternoon.

Startup incubation base.

Song Huan sat in a chair, leaning against the desk, with her legs propped up on the desk.

Holding yesterday's food delivery platform transaction records in one hand and a glass of lemonade in the other.

Revenue is steadily increasing, and net profit is 3,500, which is a few hundred more than the day before yesterday.

He took a sip of lemonade; it was alright.

Miqin sat at the workstation next to her, a stack of rider schedules spread out in front of her. She was using a highlighter to mark the schedule adjustments for next week, her brow slightly furrowed as she made dots on the paper with the highlighter.

Xia Rou was also there, sitting opposite Mi Qin, with a stack of merchant application forms in front of her, checking the information one by one.

As for why Xia Rou was also there?

nonsense.

"Waiting for you after class" is now a hot commodity at schools.

Two days ago, the school newspaper came to interview me. The headline read "Nanyang University students create a new campus food delivery ecosystem." Chen Hsiu-yuan smiled kindly in the photo.

Having opposed Song Huan for so long, Xia Rou wouldn't be so foolish as to go against her academic credits and resume.

She filled out an application and was assigned by Miqin to do the job of verifying merchant information.

But as she checked, she couldn't help but glance at Song Huan out of the corner of her eye.

[This guy looks like a thug, always lounging around drinking lemonade, how does he know so much about starting a business? He can handle things at the university, he can handle businesses, he even managed to manage Professor Zhou's terrible temper. I've been fighting with him for so long, and now I still have to work for him.]

Song Huan sipped her lemonade, her face remaining silent.

I was secretly pleased.

Hey, your arch-nemesis is now filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred towards you. Isn't that the best feeling?

A crisp sound of footsteps came from outside.

The sneakers clicked lightly on the floor, a quick and light rhythm.

The sound rushed in as soon as the door was pushed open.

"Class monitor! I'm exhausted!"

Lin Yue was wearing the yellow rider's uniform, the zipper undone, revealing the black down jacket underneath, the one Song Huan had given her.

He was still carrying the insulated box in his hand, his forehead was covered in sweat, stray hairs were sticking to the side of his face, and his face was flushed.

As soon as she entered the room, she walked towards Song Huan, put the insulated box on the ground, and clung to him.

"I ran almost twenty orders today, my legs are about to give out. Team leader, this is exhausting."

Song Huan didn't even look up, her fingers tapping on the keyboard, her tone indifferent.

"I already told you not to deliver takeout."

Lin Yue chuckled and leaned on his shoulder.

She put her hands on his back, rested her chin on his shoulder, and rubbed her cheek against the hood of his hoodie.

"I want to help you, but I don't know anything about technology, so I can only run errands for you."

Song Huan remained silent.

Xia Rou sat opposite her, her pen hovering in mid-air.

[That brat, she pounced on me the moment she came in. Doesn't she know men and women shouldn't touch? Why isn't Miqin reacting at all?]

She turned her head and glanced at Miqin.

Miqin was looking down at the schedule, her face showing no change, with a faint smile on her lips.

Xia Rou felt even more depressed.

Lin Yue's attention had already shifted to the lemonade in Song Huan's hand.

She leaned on his shoulder, tilted her head, and stared at the glass of lemonade.

Water droplets condensed on the cup wall, and there was a shallow bite mark on the straw.

"Class monitor, I'm so thirsty. Can I have a drink?"

"cannot."

But Lin Yue had already lowered her head and put the straw in her mouth.

With his cheeks puffed out, he took a big gulp.

The lemonade shot up through the straw, bubbling and gurgling in the cup.

She loosened the straw, smiling broadly to reveal two rows of white teeth, with a drop of lemon juice still glistening on her lips.

"Too late, class monitor, I've already finished drinking."

Xia Rou couldn't stand it anymore.

She slammed her pen on the table, stood up, and made a loud noise that could be heard throughout the entire base.

"What are you doing!"

Lin Yue was so frightened that she trembled all over, slipped, and fell directly into Song Huan's arms.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, curling up like a cat caught in the sudden light.

She turned her head and saw Xia Rou's dark face, her eyes wide with surprise.

"Rou Rou? What are you doing here?"

Xia Rou's face immediately turned black, as black as the bottom of a pot.

[Good grief, I've been sitting here since before you came in. You didn't see me when you were clinging to him and acting all cute, you didn't see me when you were snatching his lemonade, and now you've fallen into his arms and you've only just noticed me?]

"How could you not see me, a grown man like me?" Xia Rou's voice rose. "What are you doing! Don't you know men and women shouldn't touch each other?!"

Lin Yue peeked out from Song Huan's arms, blinked, and looked completely innocent.

"It's to replenish energy, Rou Rou. Haven't you heard? Patches are the best way to replenish energy. I ran twenty orders today, I'm exhausted, a patch will do the trick."

She said it with a straight face.

Xia Rou's face turned from dark to red.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

Miqin sat beside him, watching this scene, her smile deepening.

She had already come to regard Lin Yue as the landlady in her heart.

Song Huan put the lemonade on the table, looked down at the little head rubbing against her in her arms, and said calmly, "If you don't get up, I'll throw you out."

Lin Yue immediately let go, sprang up from his embrace, and raised both hands above her head as if surrendering.

Just kidding, hehe.

She bent down to pick up the insulated box from the ground, stuck her tongue out at him, and turned to run towards the door.

She ran a couple of steps, then turned back, picked up the glass of lemonade from the table, took another sip, and shook the glass at him.

"Thank you for the lemonade, class monitor!"

She turned around, her hair flying, pushed open the door, and ran out.