Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!-Chapter 208 - 179 They Wont Come Ask Me for Debt

Chapter 208: Chapter 179: They Won’t Come Ask Me for Debt Repayment, Right?

Chapter 208: Chapter 179: They Won’t Come Ask Me for Debt Repayment, Right?

For most of the comments made by Cheng Zhu on the forums, this beautiful mentor believed them without a doubt.

She had no business experience and even Chen Jieyu was certain that for someone from a small place and a humble family like herself, it was best to find a stable and fairly decent job.

For people like her, entrepreneurship naturally had many inherent shortcomings.

So, like ordinary people, she was optimistic about the prospects of “Youu Come to Play.”

In fact, the prospects of “Youu Come to Play” were indeed quite good.

To be exact, Cheng Zhu had managed “Youu Come to Play” to such a height that in the next year or so, the store was bound to make a profit each month. The only issue was whether it would earn more or less.

To suggest that a store with such high online visibility would start losing money a few months later, not even covering rent, staff, electricity, and other expenses, was unthinkable.

It had been hyped too much by Cheng Zhu.

He was transferring ownership just to maximize the benefits!

The slight profits that followed didn’t matter to him at all.

Perhaps six months later, earning just a few tens of thousands a month wasn’t appealing enough.

That was Cheng Zhu’s real intention.

As for the huge financial gap in the gaming project mentioned in the post, Chen Jieyu believed that too.

Don’t forget, every time Cheng Zhu spoke to her, his assertiveness practically overflowed.

She could tell. This student was not like ordinary students; he was ambitious and driven.

To say he was content with making a low-cost, cheaply produced game didn’t match his normal behavior and demeanor.

So, she truly believed that her creditor student was now facing financial difficulties.

On the train, Chen Jieyu looked out the window, her emotions continuing to be low.

She would definitely pay back Cheng Zhu’s money.

She remembered him saying that if she didn’t pay him back, he would go on forums and claim he was financially supporting her.

And actually, a student transferring 50,000 to a teacher, releasing that chat log would indeed look explosive, a real juicy piece of gossip.

Chen Jieyu wasn’t sure if Cheng Zhu was serious or joking when he said those things.

It sounded like he was teasing, but he seemed quite serious when he said it!

Fortunately, Chen Jieyu wasn’t the type to default on a debt; on the contrary, she had actively suggested she could pay back 4,000 a month, and she wouldn’t shortchange him a single cent.

What she was thinking now was, “When he lent me the money, the gaming project had just started and should have been at a stage where he had some spare cash, right?”

She also wasn’t going to delude herself with self-righteous gratitude thinking Cheng Zhu, despite needing money himself, insisted on lending her money, and promptly sinking into sentimentality.

Because she couldn’t think of any reason why he would do that.

From the forum posts, it seemed Cheng Zhu had a substantial funding shortfall, otherwise, there was no need to sell the store.

He was probably short not by hundred thousands, but millions!

This inadvertently put pressure on her as a debtor.

She felt it was necessary to find a chance to talk to Cheng Zhu, to express her attitude as a debtor, which was the basic courtesy.

However, if Cheng Zhu really came to press her for repayment, asking her to pay back more at once, she really couldn’t afford it.

She would only be able to try to scrape together money from other sources, ultimately resulting in robbing Peter to pay Paul.

This made Chen Jieyu feel increasingly lost.

Pressure and fatigue once again swept over her.

Or perhaps it was a feeling of helplessness about her own fate.

Since she was currently on a train, she could hear the passengers in front talking about their trip.

It was a simple conversation, but it brought a surge of grievances in her heart.

She too wished she could go on a holiday trip with friends.

She too wished to travel more.

But instead, she had to borrow money from her student before the National Day holiday, betrayed by the person she trusted most.

The deficit at home was just over 30,000, with over 10,000 left, but that money would just be her man’s gambling fund and her brother Chen Qi’s travel expenses.

She wouldn’t be able to recover that money, not even the remaining amount.

Her life seemed devoid of someone she could rely on.

It fitted well with a phrase she read online: “How dare I collapse when there is no one behind me to catch me.”

This woman, with an intellectual demeanor mixed with seriousness, who liked to wear gold-rimmed glasses and dress in professional office wear, seemingly a model of an independent urban woman, didn’t she have her vulnerabilities and helplessness?

No, she did.

Contrarily, many people’s external behaviors are just compensating for what’s internally lacking.

People like her actually lack a deep sense of security.

“I’m so tired, really tired, I wish I could switch to an easier way of life,” she thought to herself, removing her gold-rimmed glasses.

…

Time passed, and the National Day holiday was about to end.

After the post about transferring “Youu Come to Play” was made, there were indeed messages sent, but most were useless nonsense.

There’s no shortage of wealthy students in the Technology University of Hang City.

But at their age of studying, few families would be willing to provide a seven-figure sum for them to start a business.

Cheng Zhu was not in a hurry, his main strategy was to find someone truly interested.

Once he got back to school, Dong Dong and others were very curious and started asking about his situation.

Cheng Zhu straightforwardly said, “I needed the money elsewhere, it’s not related to our gaming project. I just took the opportunity to create some buzz for it.”

His roommates, though potential future leaders, were sensible about big issues and not completely thoughtless; even Mr. Dong, who was just a bit naive.

“I see, Brother Zhu, you’re really cunning, full of tricks!” Dong Dong joked.

In fact, Cheng Zhu was indeed in urgent need of money.

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The factory in Guan Yun needed sustained investment, and he had only put in part so far.

Starting a milk tea shop in the mall would also require a significant initial expenditure, and he hadn’t planned to make real profits at the beginning of its operation.

The exact advertising expenses needed for the gaming sector would depend on the circumstances.

Entering the overseas market in the QQ industry initially required investment too.

His overall monthly income was indeed very high.

But only because each project was still new, it took time to accumulate funds.

“Good thing I didn’t impulsively buy a car to drive around earlier,” Cheng Zhu felt some relief.

“Isn’t it nice to drive Baby Lu’s car?”

That might just be the charm of being supported by a woman!

Right after the National Day holiday, as soon as Lin Lu came to school, she handed him the keys to the Land Rover “Discovery.”

And actually, Cheng Zhu always thought that the version of the Land Rover “Discovery” from that period looked better and more imposing than the later redesigned versions.

The later versions just didn’t have that same appeal.

And Lin Lu was quite considerate; she even changed the car fragrance inside.

“I chose a neutral fragrance; my mom is actually quite feminine, and she uses a sweeter scent.”

“It’s not like I changed it specifically for you; I just got sick of it myself,” she added.

Her rationale was strong because she just got sick of the old scent, but when choosing the new one, she kept thinking, “What scent would Cheng Zhu like?”

“Okay, okay, got it,” Cheng Zhu replied.

“By the way, when you go to my family company, I’ll accompany you and pick a designer whom I think is the best,” Lin Lu said.

“Sure, let me decide on the style I want, then I’ll tell you. Maybe tomorrow,” he nodded, making a definite decision.

It was somewhat urgent because getting the prime location at Star City was really through Qingning’s backdoor connections.

If you also wanted to get a discount on the rent, that really wouldn’t be appropriate.

Getting a rent-free period for decoration was good enough.

Rent in such high-end malls wasn’t cheap, and every day’s delay in design and decoration, meant money was being spent.

At that time, the décor style for such milk tea shops was likely going to be minimalistic.

“If I remember correctly, during the 2014 period, many trendy shops in terms of design would often use… stainless steel.”

“And granite.”

“The color tone would mainly be in lighter tones.”

“Actually, as long as the style is set and some useful elements are determined, and then finding a professional enough designer, there’s no worry about not being able to achieve the desired effect,” Cheng Zhu thought.

Later in the afternoon, Cheng Zhu also received a WeChat message from Shen Minglang.

He first chatted about Star City, saying he heard from Ningning that you rented a shop in our Star City.

Since the shares of Star City were registered under his stepmother Wang Yushan’s name, Shen Minglang hadn’t been able to help much in the process. He certainly wouldn’t ask Wang Yushan for any favors.

But since things were settled, he felt he should at least show up, indicating that he cared about Cheng Zhu’s new project and explaining a bit, as a basic human courtesy and emotional intelligence.

Apart from that, Shen Minglang indeed couldn’t understand why Cheng Zhu dared to open a milk tea shop opposite Starbucks, and additionally, a high-end trendy milk tea shop.

How was he supposed to compete?

But then he thought that he’s the type whose business ventures always lose money, whereas whatever Cheng Zhu did turned a profit—it seemed I am the last person qualified to discuss these matters with him.

So, he didn’t say much this time, just telling him, “If there is anything I can help with later, just tell me, don’t be shy with your cousin.”

“Definitely,” Cheng Zhu replied.

“Oh! Cousin, I also saw your post about selling your store!”

This indeed surprised Cheng Zhu; he hadn’t expected the news to spread faster than he thought.

Or perhaps it was because Shen Minglang, who notoriously liked female internet celebrities and college girls, overlapped with certain circles.

Cheng Zhu recalled that he had told him before that such stores would tire out in the later stages, intending to dissuade him from taking over.

Well, Boss Shen had the talent to fall exactly into traps.

If Cheng Zhu didn’t consider him a friend, he would be the perfect target to fleece.

“Youu Come to Play” was famous, bustling, and full of beautiful women, exactly fitting Boss Shen’s needs for starting a business.

Impressing people and flirting with girls all in one, what a divine industry!

For some men, this kind of store had its own additional value.

“Cousin, do you want me to ask around among my friends?” Shen Minglang asked.

He indeed had many rich second-generation friends around him.

Cheng Zhu’s response was, “If they are good friends, then forget it; but if you have someone you really dislike recently, you could share this news with him.”