Rebirth 08: Equipment God

Chapter 194 Infinite Possibilities!

After deciding to form his own club on Friday, Zhai Da asked Jiang Xiaobai for several member application forms.

Once you gather all five members, plus the top scorer's special privileges, you can summon a "license" to become a formal club and earn credits for all members.

Once his mindset was opened, Zhai Da was able to shift from "finding credits" to "producing credits".

Following the criteria of "smart, interesting, and talented," Zhai Da contacted several potential candidates and will discuss them with them during class next week.

Most of the weekend was spent working on craft beer with Wu Yue.

Wu Yue chose a location for the "shop" in an old residential area behind Harbin Institute of Technology. The initial renovations had already begun, and he had been keeping an eye on it ever since he returned from Qingdao.

Home renovation is something that can be so badly ripped off if no one is watching you.

The three storefronts are in a row. It is said that they used to be a car wash and repair shop. The place is quite spacious, with a total area of more than 400 square meters and a ceiling height of more than 6 meters.

With a river on one side and elevated roads on the other two, this path is rarely used except by elderly people from old neighborhoods.

Even dogs wouldn't go there to run a restaurant; landlords would shake their heads in disapproval. Only businesses like theirs, which use the guise of "restaurants" to sell alcohol, are suitable.

Theoretically, this place can support more than 30 craft brewing machines, and there's still some space left to install a "fake storefront" to make it look more like a shop than a factory.

The "craft brewing prototype" has already crossed the ocean and is expected to arrive next week.

Zhai Da and Wu Yue discussed it beforehand and ultimately decided that it was more convenient for "people to find equipment" than "equipment to find people," so they invited Xu Xuejun to Harbin instead of transporting the equipment to Dongyang.

Otherwise, once Xu Xuejun has established a business in Dongyang, he'll have to travel a long distance to bring it over.

Xu Xuejun agreed more readily than Zhai Da had expected. He had thought the stubborn old man wouldn't want to go out, but Xu Xuejun only hesitated slightly before nodding.

It's rare to see this guy so straightforward; it seems he also wants to come and see Harbin.

Time flies by with all sorts of things going on, and the two-day weekend is gone in a flash.

Fortunately, things are progressing well.

On Monday noon, Lu Wei, wearing her favorite little hair clip, went to the cafeteria alone for lunch, while Zhai Da blocked the entrance of Zhengxin Building.

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In the busy line of students leaving get out of class, some rushed to the cafeteria, while others dodged and weaved.

Lu Tao, carrying his books, carefully moved through the crowd, trying to avoid being less than half a meter away from anyone.

It was as awkward as dancing.

I thought university life would be better than high school, since high school classes are denser and interpersonal problems are inevitable, but I only found out after I got to university.

If you don't strive for success yourself, you won't strive for success anywhere you go.

Having finally escaped the most crowded area, Lu Tao took a deep breath and just as he relaxed, he saw a killing machine blocking his way.

Zhai Da waved his hand: "You've read my message but aren't replying?"

Lu Tao smiled awkwardly: "No. I wasn't looking at my phone."

"What's wrong with your face?"

Zhai Da pointed suspiciously at Lu Tao's forehead, where a band-aid was stuck, extending from the "forehead" all the way to the "bridge of the nose," making the other person look somewhat comical.

"I broke out in pimples, the really bad kind."

For example, if someone bleeds continuously all night, they might scare themselves and end up going to the hospital.
Zhai Da thought to himself, "Could this be the bloody disaster that Ge Qiaoqiao was talking about?"
Is this "physiognomy" or "medical skill"?
He knew that Lu Tao had a very low social threshold and would explode on the spot and do all sorts of bizarre things if he said a few more words, so he simply handed him a picture book.

"I thought you were always very friendly whenever we met, but you seemed so afraid. Is it because of this? You were the one who offered to give it to me back then."

Lu Tao picked it up and saw that it was actually his cherished notebook, or rather, sketchbook.

In Zhai Da's work, it's called "Lu Tao's Architectural Notes".

Lu Tao looked pleasantly surprised: "You actually gave it back to me?"

"No, I'll lend it to you indefinitely. Draw more."

Lu Tao:
Zhai Da smiled and said, "I also wanted to discuss something with you. You probably haven't joined any clubs yet, right?"

Lu Tao: Me? Am I worthy?

"What are your thoughts? You still need to get the extracurricular credits, otherwise you won't be able to graduate. Do you want to be a volunteer? Or join the student council?"

Lu Tao quickly shook his head. It seemed that only a "0.1-point lecture" was most suitable for him.

This meant he had to attend sixty lectures, which was quite a torment.

Zhai Dacheng said sincerely, "I don't have any clubs that interest me. I'm planning to apply for one myself, which requires at least five people. How about you join to make up the numbers?"

Before Lu Tao could refuse, Zhai Da took the initiative to say, "There won't be any social events under the guise of activities, you won't be asked to perform any talents, you won't be asked to buy breakfast for the woman your senior likes, and there won't be any pointless meetings."

"But what kind of club is this?"

Lu Tao accurately saw through the true nature of the club.

"A club that helps students earn credits."

Now I understand, that's a good idea.

I envy E's ingenuity! How come he didn't think of that?

Honestly, compared to attending sixty lectures or mixing with a group of even more unfamiliar people, Zhai Da is at least a decent option.

Zhai Da didn't do anything to him; he was just being overly sensitive.

If people are ultimately just toys to others, then being played by acquaintances is better than being played by strangers.
"How do I join?"

"Just fill out a form, I'll take care of the rest of the application procedures."

"Is it really possible to get accepted into a club that clearly focuses on boosting academic credits?"

"Don't worry, I have connections."

Lu Tao nodded, thought for a moment, and mustered his courage to say, "You've returned my sketchbook, so what about my little Rubik's Cube?"

Zhai Dazhang blurted out, "Oh, I have a friend named Wu Yue. I gave it to him, but he may have lost it."

Lu Tao:
Having dealt with Lu Tao, who was socially awkward, Zhai Da went on to find a second candidate.

Although the club was established for utilitarian reasons, I still subconsciously wanted to find some capable people.

For example, people whose talents are recognized by the system.

In a dormitory area he didn't frequent, downstairs in a girls' dormitory building, Zhai Da stood at the door waiting for someone. His tall and handsome figure caught the attention of the female students who occasionally came in and out, and even the dormitory supervisor inside the door glanced at him a few more times, wondering which of these "old maids" in the building had achieved anything.

Finally, I was able to eat well during my senior year of college.

A little while later, a tiny child, about 1.5 meters tall, hopped and skipped down the hill.

Ge Qiaoqiao was dressed very casually, wearing a loose hooded sweatshirt on top and nothing on the bottom, at least visually. No matter what she wore, as long as her legs were bare, it would look like she was "missing her lower body".

Although it was only the second time the two had met, a ruthless bandit is a ruthless bandit.

Ge Qiaoqiao said familiarly, "Sure, you've made me look good. All the girls in the dorm saw that a handsome guy was waiting for me."

Zhai Da glanced at the balcony upstairs and saw what appeared to be several heads peeking out from somewhere.

"Does the senior participate in any clubs?"

Ge Qiaoqiao yawned, revealing a small, single canine tooth and a delicate voice: "Who's still involved in clubs in their senior year?"

Zhai Da laughed and said, "But the rules don't say that seniors can't play, right?"

"That's what they say, but in senior year, you're either busy preparing for graduate school or looking for a job, so you're very busy."

"how about you?"

"Me? I got accepted into a graduate program."

Zhai Da gave a thumbs up, then talked about the establishment of the club, emphasizing that it wouldn't take up too much time.

Ge Qiaoqiao agreed quite decisively, which was the complete opposite of Lu Tao.

"Sure, it's just to make up the numbers anyway. You'll understand when you've been in college for a few more years. Some rules aren't that strict, and you should take advantage of any loopholes. You're lucky you realized it early."

Zhai Da: "Great!"

"Someone in our class also took advantage of this loophole back then. Have you gathered all the people?"

"With you, it's complete: the four of us on the playground that day, plus a friend from outside the school."

"There are even outsiders?"

“I checked the rules. In line with the initiative of external exchange, people from outside the school can join as ‘guides’, but when calculating the total number of people, they are still counted as ‘club members’.”

Ge Qiaoqiao's expression was somewhat subtle: "Although I just praised you for being good at finding loopholes, isn't this a bit too much? Will the student council members agree to this?"

Zhai Da pointed to the top of his head, meaning "I have connections above me."

On a balcony of the girls' dormitory upstairs, three female students shrank back as if startled.

Does this junior have eyes in the back of his head?!
Ge Qiaoqiao filled out the form extremely quickly, her writing speed matching her speaking speed. She handed it to Zhai Da and said, "Alright, I'm done now."

"Okay, just wait for my message."

Ge Qiaoqiao strode towards the dormitory with her slender legs, then suddenly turned back and asked softly:
"By the way, is that long-haired, socially awkward, effeminate guy who pretends to be deaf and mute single?"

Zhai Da was taken aback, then chuckled dryly: "You've given him so many personas, do you think he'll ever find a girlfriend?"

Although Lu Tao's long hair is not because he is effeminate.

Ge Qiaoqiao's face flushed slightly as she said to Zhai Da, "I understand. Just don't tell him I asked this question."

Then she swung her skinny legs and ran up.

Zhai Da stared at the other person's retreating figure, a sense of surprise washing over him.

This truly exemplifies the saying, "An old steed in its stall may still aspire to gallop a thousand miles," and "Even a divine tortoise, though long-lived, still has a long neck."
Even though you look like a little girl, you're a senior dating a freshman—what a terrible thing to do!

All the selection issues were resolved during a lunch break.

With the application forms for Wu Yue and Lu Wei already prepared, a "credit-generating machine" was completed.

Even if it was just to get some credits, Zhai Da subconsciously sought out people he "looked at".

For example, Lu Tao and Ge Qiaoqiao, whose talents were recognized by the system.

That evening after class, he went to find Jiang Xiaobai.

Jiang Xiaobai exclaimed in surprise, "So fast?"

"It went more smoothly than I expected."

The assigned counselor carefully reviewed the five forms and confirmed that the contents were correct.

It consisted of students from freshman to senior year, plus one person from outside the university. The intention to simply fill the numbers was quite obvious.

It may seem to comply with the rules, but in reality, it is full of minefields.

The slogan was also quite abstract: "π represents infinite possibilities, so we have no theme."

But it doesn't matter, he's our top student after all. We'll just spoil him!
I wonder if this violates the leader's requirement to "encourage top students to participate in 'second-class activities' as normally as possible."

"I will pass it on to the student association department for you."

"I trust they won't hold me hostage, right?"

"I will ask the student council president to push it forward, it should be done soon."

"Cool~"

Jiang Xiaobai put the documents away and added:
"By the way, club information is posted on the school's website. As is customary, some 'recruitment rules' are also updated at the same time, which are basically about what kind of people they recruit. Give me a sentence or two of recruitment slogans or something. That slogan is too strange and inappropriate."

Zhai Da hesitated for a moment. Although the implication of "score boosting" was strong, the club had been established after all.

If you're going to put on an act, at least make it convincing.

Zhai Da had a flash of inspiration, asked Jiang Xiaobai for paper and pen, sat down and wrote down some content.

After Zhai Da left, Jiang Xiaobai took a look at it and thought to himself that Zhai Da's idea was quite unique.
"Recruitment rules: Anyone can apply. Just submit a 'notebook' in any field that you think you have a talent in, written by hand, including but not limited to your major, hobbies, and interests. Most importantly, be serious, serious, and serious. I'll say it three times."

"Submitting an application implies the transfer of ownership of the 'Submission Notes'."

"We welcome smart, interesting, and talented individuals to join us."

Jiang Xiaobai: "What are all these?"

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