Don't get married if you're reborn.

Chapter 242 gained Wang Bo's approval.
Mu Qingyang always kept some snacks in his pocket.

Sometimes, when Zeng Wenjie wanted Ouyang Yun to give up her seat, she would pay for the snacks herself since she hadn't brought any.

"Let's go, let's go back to school!" Zeng Wenjie, his breath reeking of alcohol, felt embarrassed and didn't do anything too outrageous.

Mu Qingyang smiled immediately, never expecting that this guy could also be in an awkward situation.

Zeng Wenjie said, "Today I really made Chen Lianfang bleed a lot, I'm so happy!"

Mu Qingyang asked, "Why did you feel good when he had a massive hemorrhage?"

Zeng Wenjie laughed and said, "Back when we were running the snack shop, he didn't want to cooperate with me. I practically wore myself out trying to persuade him before he finally agreed! Now you see, the tables have turned. Our snack shop is making over 20,000 yuan a day, so he has to be begging me for business, right?"

Mu Qingyang nodded and said, "Indeed, your resume is quite impressive! The snack shop is very successful and generates considerable income. In addition, the successful marketing of the gold shop is enough to prove your commercial value and strength."

Mu Qingyang's family background was undeniable, and he had been exposed to business from a young age, which fostered his excellent business acumen.

When Zeng Wenjie wanted to open a snack shop, she gave him a lot of advice, which coincided with his ideas.

"Wow, it's snowing! We can build a snowman tomorrow!" Mu Qingyang suddenly looked up and saw small white snowflakes falling from the sky.

Zeng Wenjie was taken aback. It was snowing! Christmas was just around the corner, and he had to prepare for a new round of Christmas marketing!
No wonder he's called a capitalist dog. When Mu Qingyang thought of building a snowman, he immediately thought of Christmas marketing. He's obsessed with making money.

"But what will happen when the hype surrounding your lucky draw fades, and other jewelry stores copy it?" Mu Qingyang asked, looking at his glittering gold bracelet as he raised his hand.

“Hey, I have plenty of ways to deal with them! Being one version ahead of them each time is enough,” Zeng Wenjie said.

"Yes, that's enough. It attracts a group of loyal customers every time, so there's no worry about selling the gold jewelry." Mu Qingyang nodded in disappointment.

She felt that Zeng Wenjie's idea of ​​going bankrupt and asking her to support him was gradually shattering.

However, seeing Zeng Wenjie shining brightly seems to make me quite happy!
Zeng Wenjie said, "I'll take you to build a snowman tomorrow morning, so get your gloves ready."

Mu Qingyang nodded happily and said, "Okay."

Zeng Wenjie couldn't help but reach out and pat her head, thinking that Xiao Mu was too cute and easy to coax.

When Mu Qingyang returned to the dormitory, he found that all three of his roommates were looking at him at the same time.

"Oh, I thought you weren't coming back and were going to book a hotel room!"

"Huh? Didn't this jerk suggest that we get a hotel room to rest since it's so late?"

"Mu Mu, so you finally know how to come home!"

After being talked about it by them so many times, Mu Qingyang developed a resistance. She rolled up her sleeves and said, "How did you know that Zeng Wenjie gave me the gold bracelet?"

Jiang Yu glanced at the bag of toilet paper and the pack of wet wipes she had drawn, and her lips twitched.

Ouyang Yun looked at the tray of eggs and the roll of toilet paper on the table; these were the items she had drawn.

Niu Fangfang was lucky and drew a pair of Marlene's high heels, so she performed quite well.

At this moment, Chu Qingbai arrived at their dormitory door and said, "Cao Feng just brought me a late-night snack, but I don't want to eat it. Do you want some?"

Mu Qingyang turned his head and asked, "How did you know Zeng Wenjie gave me a gold bracelet?"

"..."

Chu Qingbai looked at the "bling, bling" gold bracelet on her wrist, his lips twitched, and then he said, "You're crazy, I have no idea."

Mu Qingyang said happily, "Then you know now, don't you?"

Chu Qingbai glared at her fiercely, turned around and left, feeling a little envious. What kind of mess is this?
"Zeng Wenjie's gold shop is doing very well. Do you know how much revenue it made today?" Ouyang Yun asked Mu Qingyang curiously.

"I went with him to dinner with two bosses. They said they broke a million." Mu Qingyang, being an honest man, told him directly.

The dormitory room fell into an eerie silence.

They thought it was unbelievable that Zeng Wenjie opened a snack shop with his bonus and made more than 10,000 yuan a day. Now that he has opened a gold shop and made more than 1 million yuan a day, it is even more outrageous!
"I'm going to wash up and go to bed. I'll go build a snowman with him tomorrow morning!" Mu Qingyang said excitedly, too lazy to even turn on the computer.

Anyway, my friend has been slacking off lately, using all sorts of excuses to delay updates. She's almost used up her stockpile of chapters, and with readers urging her to update, she's been getting a lot of flak, so she's just given up and doesn't even give reasons for asking for leave anymore.

"Please update, Totai!!!"

A reader with the online name "Potato" flooded the comments section. Because "The Resurrected Tolstoy" often missed updates, readers affectionately called Mu Qingyang "Tuotai" (meaning "Tolstoy the Delayed One").

Zeng Wenjie was reading the book review section at the moment. When he saw his comment, he couldn't help but laugh. So you've got a day when you ask for updates?

In 2006, why don't you play a game of Honor of Kings and let me see?

He opened the online store and saw that some gold jewelry had already been listed, but the webpage was not yet perfect and needed further improvement.

"Hey, youngest brother, you reek of alcohol. Where have you been partying again?" Lin Zhenshan returned from playing cards, clutching a handful of loose change, his face flushed.

Clearly, he dominated 626 and won a lot of games.

He waved the banknotes in his hand and said, "You big boss, I won over a hundred dollars. I'll treat you to breakfast tomorrow!"

Zeng Wenjie was taken aback and said, "Big boss, how did you know my gold shop's revenue was a million today?"

Lin Zhenshan's raised hand froze in mid-air.

Xu Chuan was shocked and said, "You said 'Deprive Young Master'? You mean 'Deprive Young Master'? That's an extra ten years of lifespan reduction!"

Wang Bo crossed his arms and said with a cold expression, "Awesome, Zeng Wenjie, you've earned my, Wang Bo's, approval!"

He rushed into the dormitory, opened the forum, and started posting to show off.

"Under my guidance, Xiao Zeng opened a gold shop, outperforming two industry giants and achieving a million-dollar daily revenue, earning my approval!"

"Wang Bo's approval" is a popular meme on the Fengyuan Forum, and even the neighboring Chongqing University has followed suit.

Every now and then, someone posts on the forum showing off their exam scores or certificates, asking, "Did you get Wang Bo's approval today too?"

“Old sly fox, I foresaw that a tragedy was about to unfold…” Lin Zhenshan said.

Xu Chuan also gasped, and slowly said, "Terrifying! I have no idea how he'll put on this act."

Zeng Wenjie turned off his computer, washed up, and went to bed.

He slept soundly until the early morning of the next day, before dawn, when he got up and started getting ready while texting Mu Qingyang.

Mu Qingyang was bundled up tightly today, with a fluffy earmuff covering her head, which made her look very cute.

Zeng Wenjie, who claims to be 180cm tall but is actually 179cm, wore a cool trench coat, jeans, and Martin boots. He didn't even wear thermal underwear, preferring to shiver from the cold rather than feel restricted.

"Let's have a bowl of hot beef noodles, and then go build a snowman!" Zeng Wenjie said, taking Mu Qingyang's little hand.

"Add chicken drumsticks and braised eggs!" Mu Qingyang cheered.

(End of this chapter)