Chapter 1 Sending Money

Having seen Lin Chang off, Pei Qian quickly received a transfer notification.

A total of 300,000 yuan, all of which was Pei Qian's personal property.

Clearly, the System didn't care about others giving Pei Qian money, as long as the money was received reasonably and wouldn't arouse suspicion about the System.

However, Pei Qian couldn't spend all the money himself; he had to use some of it for prop expenses, and it couldn't be a small amount.

In short, it was to prevent Lin Chang from suspecting Pei Qian's behavior.

Pei Qian couldn't just take the money and live a life of luxury, then disappear without a trace. That would definitely be unreasonable.

Lin Chang might not care at all how Pei Qian spent the 300,000 yuan, or he might care; it was hard to say.

If Lin Chang suddenly asked about it, Pei Qian had to have a reasonable explanation, although the possibility was small, it was better to be prepared.

Therefore, even though Pei Qian received 200,000 yuan as remuneration, he had to spend 100,000 yuan on props, put on an act, and produce some kind of result.

This matter was destined to fail, but it didn't matter. Lin Chang had long been prepared for the 300,000 yuan to go down the drain.

As long as Pei Qian showed that he didn't really need the money to spend, but was just playing around, so that Lin Chang wouldn't become suspicious, that was enough.

Looking at the 300,000 yuan lying quietly in his bank card, and seeing that his personal property had increased to a little over 370,000 yuan, Pei Qian couldn't help but sigh.

Starting a company and working hard to earn 10 million yuan only converted to 100,000 yuan, but casually doing some side business brought in 200,000 yuan.

After discovering this trick, there seemed to be even less reason to convert personal property through profits…

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July 1st.

Pei Qian turned on his computer and checked his grades.

Well, all passing grades by the skin of his teeth…

"I feel like I've been infected by Old Ma."

"Forget it, I'm busy losing money right now, I don't have that much energy for academics. It's already pretty good that I can get these grades."

Pei Qian consoled himself.

He was studying a liberal arts major, and exams mainly relied on rote memorization, so it wasn't difficult to pass with a little cramming.

Pei Qian didn't want to drop out of school now.

It wasn't because he coveted the diploma, which was meaningless to him, but mainly because… he had nothing else to do after dropping out.

Pei Qian now went to class whenever he felt like it. When he was lazy, he would sleep in his rental apartment or play games. He only needed to go to the company and keep an eye on things before the settlement, striving to complete the losses.

Even if he dropped out of school, he would just stay in his rental apartment all day long, and his life wouldn't change at all.

Moreover, Pei Qian didn't want to reveal his identity.

Up to now, many people around him, including some of his classmates, only knew that Pei Qian had participated in "Pei Zong's Daily Life" and regarded him as a small internet celebrity, but they didn't know that he was the boss of Tengda.

Pei Qian's concerns mainly came from three aspects.

First, the problem with his parents.

Second, if they knew Pei Qian was the boss, his relationships with his classmates would probably become a mess. Then people from the school would be running over to ask Pei Qian for jobs or to borrow money, which would be too annoying.

Third, although Pei Qian was the boss, his actual personal property that he could use was too little. He was afraid that if some rich-hating person or hothead kept staring at him, they might discover some clues and make a big deal out of it.

Pei Qian couldn't expose the existence of the System, so it was better to do less than to do more. He should try not to let too many people know his identity and avoid unnecessary risks.

Life was pretty comfortable now, and Pei Qian didn't plan to change it for the time being.

Of course, it would be even better if he could occasionally lose a few million.

Soon it would be summer vacation. Many students who had finished their exams and checked their grades had already gone home early, while Pei Qian's new cycle of losing money had just begun.

Pei Qian prepared to make a list to calculate the current profits and losses of each project and plan his future loss routes.

After opening Excel and writing two lines, Pei Qian opened his browser to check some information, and then habitually opened Aili Island and started watching anime.

Before he knew it, more than an hour had passed.

"Huh, what was I trying to do before?" Pei Qian suddenly remembered this question.

Just then, Pei Qian's phone rang.

Seeing the name displayed on his phone, Pei Qian couldn't help but be stunned.

"Uh… Teacher Zhang?"

It was his university counselor, Zhang Wei.

Pei Qian was a little puzzled. What was Zhang Wei calling him for?

He didn't hold any position in the school, and with his grades, there was probably no chance for scholarships or awards, and anything else… was even more impossible.

Zhang Wei's tone was very kind: "Pei Qian, I heard that you seem to have filmed a short drama and joined a studio, and you're doing quite well, is that right?"

Pei Qian suddenly understood. Oh, he was talking about Feihuang Studio.

He had participated in the short drama "Pei Zong's Daily Life", and he was usually not in the dormitory, so his classmates all knew about it.

So the classmates all thought he was busy with this studio, and the news spread to Zhang Wei through various channels.

Pei Qian simply admitted, "Yes. What's the matter, Teacher Zhang?"

"Not bad, not bad. I didn't think you were showing off, but you actually went to work on your career. You can still maintain excellent classroom performance, you're capable!"

What excellent classroom performance!

He had barely passed…

Zhang Wei praised him for a while, and Pei Qian felt a little embarrassed.

This was normal. In fact, many counselors in universities didn't care about students' grades. Compared with that, they cared more about the employment rate.

People like Pei Qian were guaranteed to find a job immediately after graduating from university, and there was absolutely no employment problem, so Zhang Wei, the counselor, could worry less.

However, Zhang Wei's praise obviously had other purposes.

"It's like this, it's almost graduation season now, and some outstanding senior students in our college haven't found jobs yet. I wonder if you can introduce them to the leaders of your studio and help them with their job search?"

Outstanding students? Then you've asked the wrong person.

Pei Qian subconsciously wanted to decline: "Can't they go through campus recruitment?"

Zhang Wei coughed twice: "Campus recruitment… of course, they haven't found a very suitable job, otherwise they wouldn't have dragged it on until now."

Pei Qian instantly understood.

Oh, so they haven't found a job!

Obviously, Zhang Wei's "outstanding students" was a euphemism. There was almost a misunderstanding.

In reality, it should be "the students left over from campus recruitment"…

Although Handong University was a key university with an employment rate of about 90%, there were still some students who couldn't find jobs, which was very normal.

Moreover, there was a lot of exaggeration in this 90%. After all, every year was called the "most difficult graduation season", and it was difficult to find a satisfactory job. Most students found a job to do temporarily, and might resign in two or three months.

Some even just hung their names on relatives' companies, and that was considered employment.

For universities, especially counselors like Zhang Wei, improving the employment rate was one of the most troublesome problems. The employment rate was considered the achievement of the college and the teachers, so they had to try every means to improve it.

In addition to encouraging students to actively participate in campus recruitment, they would also actively contact some companies, solving one problem at a time.

Obviously, Zhang Wei wanted to contact the person in charge of Feihuang Studio through Pei Qian to see if he could find a way to arrange one or two of these remaining students.

Although the chances were small, what if?

Pei Qian couldn't help but chuckle. Then you've come to the right person!

Handong University was a key university, and the people who could get into this place wouldn't have low IQs, that was indeed true.

But now, the people in Zhang Wei's hands were all those who had been screened by the companies!

Now it was the graduation season, it was already July. Those who were recommended for graduate studies had long gone to enjoy themselves; those who had found jobs, some had already started working, and some were about to start working; those who had decided to take the postgraduate entrance examination for the second time had already told the counselor.

The names still in Zhang Wei's hands were all those who wanted to find a job, but still hadn't received an offer after countless rounds of campus recruitment.

Wasn't this perfectly in line with Pei Qian's requirements?

Pei Qian immediately said, "Don't worry, Teacher Zhang, leave this matter to me. Why don't you send me the list? Or notify them to come to the company for an interview?"

Zhang Wei didn't expect Pei Qian to agree so readily: "Ah, good."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Pei Qian hung up the phone.

Soon, Zhang Wei sent the resumes of these people to Pei Qian's email.