Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!-Chapter 167 - 142 Hu Yans Self-Portrait

Chapter 167: Chapter 142 Hu Yan’s Self-Portrait

Chapter 167: Chapter 142 Hu Yan’s Self-Portrait

Throughout the meal, Chen Bin had a bit too much to drink.

In the end, his sister-in-law Qian Min drove, dropping Cheng Zhu back at the academy first.

As Cheng Zhu got out of the car, she watched through the window as the young man’s figure disappeared in the distance.

Tall and handsome, exceptionally capable, so young and already planning to invest 1.5 million into my brother-in-law’s factory.

Which sister-in-law wouldn’t be beside herself with confusion and admiration after a meal like that?

Other college guys are still discussing which game characters are stronger in the current version.

But he’s already talking about future plans and trends to middle-aged businessmen.

Qian Min was excited when she heard them talking at the dinner table and her brother-in-law accepted the deal.

Rounding up, we’re practically family now!

Chen Bin slouched in the backseat, half closing his eyes, but couldn’t help saying to his sister-in-law, “Stop looking, he’s long gone.”

“Brother-in-law~!” His sister-in-law couldn’t help but exclaim with a flirtatious protest, feeling a tad embarrassed.

“Look at you, what were you telling me on the way here? One meal, and you get all swept up by him,” Chen Bin belched from the alcohol but his mind was still somewhat clear.

“That’s not true!” Qian Min wouldn’t admit it.

“How is it not? I saw you treating the dinner like a blind date, talking about your age, your major in university, and a bunch of other miscellaneous stuff,” Chen Bin said, annoyed.

“That’s because you said that you and my sister felt that…” She began, but Chen Bin interrupted her.

Having shared drinks and conversation about the future with Cheng Zhu today, Chen Bin gained a more certain understanding of this young man.

As for his sister-in-law, she got taken for a ride with just a few words; clearly, there’s no hope!

People like him are out of our league.

Never mind that Qian Min was studying law; so what?

Many people choose a major because of interest or prospects… there are many reasons.

But does choosing this major ensure one embodies the professional traits of the field? Do law students necessarily have the characteristics you imagine in a high-flying corporate lawyer?

Not necessarily.

In fact, most don’t.

The girl was still very sentimental.

“He said he opened a toy crane store next to the school; let’s drive there and take a look,” Chen Bin suggested.

They drove the car near “Youu Come to Play,” where business was still bustling.

Qian Min watched as numerous beautiful girls were coming in and out of the store.

Several girls were not only prettier but also had better figures than her.

“Are these the people he interacts with every day?” Qian Min thought, feeling the small flame in her heart instantly doused.

Chen Bin sat in the backseat, his purpose halfway accomplished.

His other half purpose was actually to observe the business of the store.

He had expected it to be good, but not this good, this exaggerated.

Although running a toy crane shop is different from running a factory, seeing how much money he could make reassured Chen Bin a little.

“Even flies can hitch a ride on a swift horse and travel a thousand li,” he thought of the saying he read in a book.

Could this little fly possibly have its day to travel a thousand li?

Returning to school later, Cheng Zhu took a stroll in the campus night, sobering up in the cool breeze.

He had no intention of returning to dorm room 309 tonight; he still planned to go home.

“Damn it, I can’t hold my liquor in this body, nothing like my past life,” Cheng Zhu cursed inwardly.

Despite the easy demeanor at the table, he was actually feeling a bit ill now.

But on the other hand, this slightly tipsy state made his thoughts all the more clear.

Cheng Zhu sat by the artificial lake, finding a random chair to sit on.

Nearby were plenty of couples, and occasionally someone could be seen hiding in a corner, hugging or even kissing.

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It was already 2014, and many university students were quite open.

Kissing and cuddling was nothing out of the ordinary; some even played games pushing too far without cleaning up afterward, leaving evidence all over the place.

Sitting there, he rubbed his nose slightly, thinking about hiring more people for “Persistent Visit” studio.

Cross-border e-commerce can be tough, but actually, it’s not all that hard.

After all, China-made products have a huge price advantage and sufficient quantity.

It was said before that around 2014, exporting QQ lingerie could still net about a 20% gross margin.

Many might think, “Damn, only 20% profit margin in apparel business?”

But you have to realize, why do so many turn from domestic sales to export?

It’s because the domestic environment is so competitive, the price wars so fierce, it became unsustainable!

So, these dogs of war just change their tracks; they couldn’t keep rolling domestically, everybody was exhausted, no one was profiting, so they turned to conquer foreign markets, to compete abroad!

Show our friends from abroad the power of China’s competition!

With so many people globally, the key is volume; start the price war, I say. It’s all about thin profits and high volume!

“Seriously, foreign traders can’t handle this. Our selling price might be lower than their cost price; how can they compete?” Cheng Zhu chuckled.

“With ‘Persistent Visit’ having both price advantage and innovative designs, once it goes international, won’t it wreak havoc?” he thought to himself, feeling superior.

Planning to make a modest fortune!

But in a few years’ time, if you enter the exporting game, you’ll find it’s damn competitive again.

Fortunately, in a few years’ time, the QQ market will improve increasingly, the demand for QQ products will also rise, and people will demand higher quality, providing new opportunities for both domestic and international sales.

While contemplating how to give his foreign counterparts a price shock, his phone suddenly vibrated.

Pulling it out, he saw two images sent by the artist Hu Yan.

“Boss, we’ve got a new model, so I thought of drawing a couple of pictures first for you to take a look. You vet them, see if anything needs to be changed.” Hu Yan’s work ethic was commendable as ever.

Cheng Zhu was quite satisfied with the partners he had carefully selected so far.

Middle-aged Ah Bin had his strengths, really fitting to be a factory director.

And Hu Yan had her own risqué pursuits, not only working for money but also enjoying the whole process, vicariously getting a thrill from Cheng Zhu and monetary satisfaction.

As for Ye Zi, who now handled all of the model shows, she was unquestionably competent.

“I can’t just settle for being a QQ mogul on Taobao, I’m going to be a world-renowned QQ mogul!” Cheng Zhu aspired grandly.

He glanced at the images sent by Hu Yan and was immensely satisfied.

Personally, he felt that this new model, Xixi, didn’t possess the same allure as Ye Zi.

Did Hu Yan also notice this? In any case, she drew the comics with far more detail and allure to compensate.

Just like the real-life modeling photos for the store, they seemed average.

But her comics were meticulously detailed, with throat details and drool, far beyond what any real person could achieve.

Out of curiosity, he asked, “Which model do you prefer?”

“I like the previous one personally, but this new one, I think… I could be up for it?” Hu Yan chubby and voluptuous, typed out.

Having drunk alcohol and their chat already explosive, Cheng Zhu blurted out in text, “Stop bullshitting, show me then.”

Hu Yan, having received the message, felt her heart race – was this the legendary thrill of shame play?

But considering they were only ever internet friends, she certainly wouldn’t send him a photo of herself, not even without her face.

“Should I send my own drawing to blind him with its lewdness?” Hu Yan’s heart thudded uncontrollably as she sent the image.

After sending it, she found her plump toes involuntarily curling from excitement.

The comic she drew of herself looked quite like her, though not in form.

That was one reason she dared to send it.

“People are people, drawings are drawings; they’re not the same,” she reassured herself with deep breaths.

But why did it feel so thrilling?

Hu Yan put down her phone and briskly rubbed her face with her hands.

Receiving the comic on his phone, Cheng Zhu was momentarily dumbfounded.

What the hell, he was just speaking casually, and here’s a surprise in the middle of the night?

The comic sent to him was just a work update from Hu Yan.

Now, the sudden self-portrait changed everything.

“Hmm? Why are you wearing my product? Did you buy this gray backless sweater?” Cheng Zhu inquired, seeing the image.

“Yeah! It felt memorable, bought it as a keepsake,” Hu Yan replied.

Then, the two of them actually started discussing this self-portrait comic.

Hu Yan felt he really got her points!

And since the drawing depicted her, communicating about it felt different from their usual exchanges, markedly different.

A mysterious and different emotion spread through her heart.

Ultimately, Hu Yan couldn’t resist and actually sent another drawing on her own initiative.

The first had been a front view in the gray backless sweater; this new one was the back view.

Just as he was about to enlarge the image, a female voice suddenly called out from behind, startling him mightily.

“Cheng Zhu? What are you doing here alone?”

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