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Chapter 9 Keep your voice down, my dad is here
For the next two days, Chen Yansen stayed at home and practiced his exercises.

It was not until the Shunfeng guy called him that he walked downstairs slowly and retrieved the three express packages.

The samples sent by the three suppliers were each an MP3 and an MP4, with similar appearance, design and functions.

The MP3 player has 2GB of internal memory and supports SD card expansion, which can be expanded to a maximum of 16GB.

The 110 mAh lithium battery can, according to the manufacturer, provide 70 hours of continuous playback and supports MP3 and WMA formats.

The front is a 1.8-inch display that supports e-books in TXT format, and the workmanship is slightly rough.

“Complete electronic garbage!”

Chen Yansen couldn't help but sigh as he played with the MP3 in his hand.

However, now it is 2010, and with a wholesale price of around 20 yuan, it will definitely be sold out at the town fair!

The MP4 has a much better workmanship, all with 4GB of memory and support for SD card expansion, which can be expanded up to 16GB.

The 4.3-inch large screen, 720P resolution, and piano lacquer surface make it look very classy and support picture browsing, recording and radio functions.

The wholesale prices of the three suppliers are 105 yuan, 110 yuan and 118 yuan respectively, which are also very competitive.

"There are no major issues with the quality. As for which one to choose, it depends on their sincerity in after-sales service and gifts."

Chen Yansen studied it for most of the day and let out a long sigh.

A 'tear' sound!
He tore a page from his notebook, then leaned over the coffee table and wrote on the paper: banner, roll-up banner, folding table and chair, wallet, suit, change, etc.

He was obviously making final preparations for his first pot of gold.

After thinking about all the details, Chen Yansen stuffed the note into his pocket, pushed the door open and walked out.

On a summer evening, the streets are crowded with people, vendors at the intersections are shouting loudly, and the aroma of fried skewers wafts through the air.

Chen Yansen rode along the alleys with blue bricks and black tiles.

He originally planned to go to the Internet cafe, but halfway there, his stomach started to growl. It was then that he suddenly remembered that he had not had dinner yet.

"Fill your stomach first."

Chen Yansen turned around at the intersection and followed the route he remembered to find a wonton shop.

"A bowl of wontons and three or two pot stickers."

Chen Yansen sat down and spoke loudly to the boss who was busy at the door.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle grinned, responded hurriedly, and continued to work on his work.

"Chunshen in 2010 is really a sight you won't see any more of."

Chen Yansen smiled faintly and laughed at himself in his heart.

In his previous life, he was busy making money. After graduation, he didn't come back for two or three years. Over time, the impression of him naturally became weaker and weaker.

"Chen Yansen!"

Just as he was in a daze, a familiar voice came from outside the door.

The voice was crisp and pleasant to the ear, but it also contained a hint of anger.

"Why don't you reply to my message?"

Meng Jie ran over angrily, her fists clenched tightly. Looking at her expression, it seemed that she really wanted to punch Chen Yansen hard in the face.

"Did you send me a message?"

Chen Yansen was stunned when he heard this, feeling puzzled. He then threw his phone on the table and said with his head held high, "Here, find it and show it to me."

"But you asked me to watch it, don't regret it."

Mengjie picked up the Noah N78 on the table, opened Mobile QQ, and a series of prompt sounds rang out instantly.

"Don't you usually log into QQ?"

She took a look at the interface, which was full of red dots, all of which were unread messages. Mengjie finally understood that Chen Yansen was not not replying to her messages, but was being fair and not replying to everyone's messages.

"Who uses that thing? I usually just use it... to make phone calls."

Chen Yansen's face was full of disdain, and the word "micro-chat" almost came out of his mouth, but fortunately he changed his words in time.

"Who was this person who stole vegetables from my farm last week?"

Mengjie took out a delicate and compact pink Ainixin X10 and pointed at a string of text on the screen and asked.

"Oh no! [Du Ji√Wandering] stole your [Dragon Fruit], and lost [8]."

"Oh no! [Du Ji√Wandering] stole your [rose], and lost [5]"

"Oh no! [Du Ji√Wandering] stole your [star fruit], and I lost [2]."

……

Chen Yansen smiled awkwardly. The frequency of his stealing vegetables was really excessive.

"Zihao often helps me hang up and collect crops, so it might be him who did it."

Chen Yansen deftly put the blame on Wang Zihao. "Really?"

Mengjie expressed disbelief.

"Give me back my phone, I'll text you back now."

Chen Yansen brought the topic back. He knew in his heart that Mengjie's focus was not on stealing vegetables.

"It's nothing serious, I just wanted to play ball with you."

When Meng Jie heard him say that, her face suddenly flushed slightly, and she became embarrassed. She held N78 tightly in her hand and refused to return it to Chen Yansen no matter what.

"If it's nothing, why don't you show it to me?"

Chen Yansen looked at Mengjie with a strange expression on his face, and something in his mind moved. He pretended to snatch the phone back.

"I'll give it back to you right away. Give me three more seconds."

Meng Jie quickly took a step back and worked on the keyboard quickly. When she saw that the information was completely cleared, she felt relieved and smiled.

"Have you deleted everything?"

Chen Yansen asked suddenly while sitting on the bench.

"correct."

Mengjie responded subconsciously, and didn't react until she said it out loud.

"So, what did you message me?"

Chen Yansen crossed his arms over his chest, looking the other person up and down with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"Let me play ball with you."

Meng Jie handed the phone back with an especially cunning smile, insisting that there would be no evidence.

Chen Yansen didn't take it seriously. It wasn't difficult to guess the general content of the message from the other party's reaction. He took the phone and flipped through it casually.

Skipping over a bunch of group messages from 'Grade 3, Class 8', the person who sent him the most messages, besides Wang Zihao, was a person called 'Smile, Pull the Corners of Your Mouth Pain', whose profile picture was a girl with a bun.

He squinted his eyes and took a look, but because it was too non-mainstream, he really couldn't recognize who it was. Maybe it was just a picture from the Internet.

"Chen Yansen, you've gone too far today!"

'? ? ? '

'Why didn't you reply to my message!'

"I'll give you one last chance. If you don't reply, don't expect me to talk to you again."

'Stop it, I'm really angry this time!'

'...'

Chen Yansen casually opened the chat box, took a quick glance, and immediately understood who the other party was.

"Haha, who has time to mess with you?"

Chen Yansen was too lazy to reply, so he simply blocked and deleted the person, handling the matter cleanly.

Meng Jie, who was sitting opposite him, poked her head out and saw his movements clearly. After a moment's silence, she brought up the topic again: "I heard from Haozi that you two both applied to Xucheng College?"

"There's nothing we can do. Zihao and I are in the same boat. We both managed to get into a second-tier university, so the school has no choice but to pick us. We don't even have the chance to choose."

Chen Yansen's tone was flat. Although he spoke in a miserable tone, the expression on his face clearly showed that he didn't care.

"Last time you said I would be rejected, maybe the three of us still have a chance to be classmates."

Mengjie spoke cautiously and secretly observed the other party's reaction.

"You also chose Xucheng College as your second choice?"

Chen Yansen was surprised. He only remembered that Mengjie would indeed be rejected this time. Later, she did not go to any school. She repeated her senior year and was admitted to Luzhou University of Finance and Economics.

"Yes."

Mengjie nodded and replied nonchalantly.

"Forget about being classmates. I suggest you repeat a year. With your ability, if you fight for another year, getting into a 211 university won't be a problem."

Chen Yansen took the initiative to suggest.

"You speak exactly like my dad."

Meng Jie sighed softly, holding her chin with her hand, looking melancholy.

A pure white short T-shirt wrapped around her upper body, outlining her petite figure that could be held in one hand. Perhaps because we were too close, I could faintly smell the fresh scent of gardenia.

"You haven't forgotten our bet last time, right? I like white stockings."

Chen Yansen leaned back, savoring Mengjie's delicate facial features. Suddenly, he changed the subject and brought up the old matter again.

"Keep your voice down, my dad is here."

Meng Jie quickly covered Chen Yansen's mouth, turned her head to look outside the door, and saw that her father was still chatting with his friends, and she felt relieved.

(End of this chapter)