I met my whole family through Baidu Tieba.

Kang Changgeng didn't let Qian Mingen enjoy himself to the end. When the video was halfway through, he quickly came up with an excuse and slipped away.

When the two hurried to the door, they realized something was missing—it was Xiao Qiu, who was still sitting there dumbfounded.

"Xiao Qiu!"

Xiao Qiu was called out, and the teacher and student walked down the corridor. Kang Changgeng just walked silently with his head down, which was in stark contrast to his radiant appearance when he arrived.

His mind was still buzzing, filled with Qian Mingen's despicable face, making him so angry that his chest ached slightly.

What does that mean? Ultimately, it's just that you were lucky enough to catch a good student; it's not like you have any special talent of your own…

While still angry, Kang Changgeng suddenly had a thought: That Shen Kang, he's only a freshman this year, right? Hmm... As a teacher, I should care more about these students and help them solve some practical difficulties in their university life.

Take Shen Kang for example. Judging from that video and what they said, Shen Kang has a lot of connections in society. As for his studies at school, it's inevitable that someone like Shen Kang will face some difficulties, after all, everyone's energy is limited.

The specific difficulty might be failing the final exams? Facing the prospect of having to retake many courses? Hmm, that's quite possible.

However, if he transfers to the School of Foreign Languages, this problem will no longer exist.

I can guarantee him that he can do whatever he wants—no, I mean, he can start his own business—and academically, not only will he not fail any courses, but he will also be a top candidate for scholarships every year.

Money might not matter to Shen Kang, but the key is honor and prestige. It's better than him staying in the School of Management, not only without scholarships every semester but also worrying about final exams, right?

This also provides logistical support for students, allowing them to shine in their areas of strength and optimizing resource allocation.

The reasons for transferring are also quite valid: Our School of Foreign Languages ​​also offers a Business English program. Someone as talented as Xiao Shen will definitely need to connect with the international community in the future, and might even need to give frequent international business presentations. At that time, fluent Business English will be a must!

As Kang Changgeng pondered, his gloomy expression gradually softened, and he began to show signs of restlessness.

Kang Changgeng was lost in thought, and Xiao Qiu beside him was also lost in thought, still thinking about aliens.

Yes, she must be an alien princess! No human on Earth is this beautiful.

Why are you staring at Shen Kang like that?

Or perhaps you could examine me?

……

In Qian Mingen's office

The video was still playing on the laptop, and Qian Ming'en was still watching it intently.

"Dean Qian, everyone's already gone, are you still looking?"

After whispering and chatting with He Qiuzhu for a few moments, Shen Kang took a moment to ask a question.

Qian Mingen said, "Since it's already been released, let's watch it first." As he spoke, he continued to watch, but his gaze was unfocused, he wasn't really looking at anything, his mind was full of Kang Changgeng's last expression, and Qian Mingen couldn't help but grin.

After the video finally finished playing, Qian Ming'en reluctantly looked away from the screen and then generously praised Shen Kang, saying, "Little Shen, it was great that you came today!"

After saying that, he looked at He Qiuzhu and said cheerfully, "Of course, it's fine if Xiao He brings this USB drive too!"

"There are even better ones."

Shen Kang had already stood up from the sofa and casually picked up the paper bag from the table.

"Dean Qian, the main reason I'm here today is that Mr. He has some business to attend to."

As Shen Kang spoke, he placed the paper bag on the coffee table and pushed it toward He Qiuzhu.

Upon hearing this, He Qiuzhu raised her head, a look of bewilderment appearing on her cool face, clearly unaware of what she needed to do.

Seeing her expression, Shen Kang coughed.

"Boss He,"

Shen Kang's tone suddenly became businesslike, as if he were discussing business with a partner.

"Isn't the laundry room going to be closed for the holidays? As the boss, shouldn't you show your appreciation to Dean Qian? After all, Dean Qian has put in a lot of effort for the laundry room these past six months, from the cooperation agreement with the school to the coordination of daily operations—everything has been supported by Dean Qian behind the scenes."

He Qiuzhu exclaimed "Ah!" as if she had finally remembered.

"Yes, that's right." She put down her milk tea, sat up straight, and nodded earnestly.

Shen Kang was very satisfied with her cooperation.

Qian Ming'en laughed and waved his hand, "Xiao Shen, you're being too polite. The laundry room is part of my job, it's nothing to worry about. Besides, you guys have done such a good job, solving a lot of problems for the school, so I should be thanking you."

"That won't work."

Shen Kang said seriously, "One thing at a time. Although Boss He doesn't usually get involved in things, he still knows basic manners."

He turned to He Qiuzhu, like a competent assistant guiding his boss through a business etiquette exercise: "Boss He, didn't you prepare a gift for Dean Qian?"

He Qiuzhu blinked.

She glanced at Shen Kang, then at Qian Ming'en, and then at the paper bag on the coffee table with the pattern of the Misty Rain Tea Princess and the letter "l".

Then she reached out, took the paper bag, held it with both hands, stood up, and walked to Qian Ming'en.

The whole process was very slow, as if I had rehearsed it in my mind first.

Qian Mingen looked at He Qiuzhu, who had walked up to him.

He had seen this girl many times. She usually followed Shen Kang quietly, like a cat that didn't make a sound. When she did speak, she would only say a few words, and she was very aloof.

At this moment, she stood in front of him holding a paper bag in both hands, her expression serious as if she were handing over credentials, which Qian Ming'en found amusing.

"Dean Qian," He Qiuzhu handed over the paper bag, her voice cool and detached, but her tone formal, "This is...this is..."

She got stuck, probably because she had forgotten the lines Shen Kang had taught her.

Qian Mingen wasn't in a hurry; he just waited with a smile.

He Qiuzhu turned her head and glanced at Shen Kang.

Shen Kang didn't give her any hints, he just nodded at her, meaning "Do it yourself".

He Qiuzhu turned back, looked at Qian Ming'en, remained silent for two seconds, and then suddenly spoke.

"Dean Qian, Happy Chinese New Year."

She bowed.

Qian Mingen was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Okay, okay, okay."

Qian Mingen had seen and taught countless students, but he still couldn't help but find the child in front of him adorable. He took the paper bag and smiled, "It's still early. There are still several days until the New Year. You're making New Year's visits way too early."

"I'll pay my respects in advance." After saying this, He Qiuzhu turned around and sat down next to Shen Kang as if she had completed her task, resuming her aloof and indifferent demeanor.

Qian Mingen shook his head with a smile, thinking to himself, "Xiao He is quite something. I'm already so old, and she's still bringing me milk tea."

Incidentally, he also glanced into the bag.

Inside the bag was a piece of dark green wax paper, on which lay a cup of milk tea. It was the kind of cup most commonly found in the Misty Rain Tea Shop, with light gold landscape patterns printed on the cup and the lid tightly sealed.

Just looking at these features, it's just an ordinary cup of milk tea.

However, the shape of the milk tea cup is a bit strange: there are several irregular protrusions around it, as if something has been stuffed inside.

Moreover, besides the milk tea, there were some other things in the bag:

On either side of the cup stands a long, narrow, dark red box. The boxes have a matte finish and no printed designs, except for a line of tiny, dark gold lettering embossed at the bottom. The two boxes are pressed tightly against the cup, partially obscured by the folds of waxed paper. From directly above, only a narrow section of the side is visible, their color almost blending into the dark green of the waxed paper.

But no matter what, at a glance, all you see is a cup of milk tea and two boxes.

Before Qian Ming'en could speak, Shen Kang spoke first: "This is a new category launched by our Yanyu Chaji, Chinese-style milk tea, a winter limited edition."

Qian Ming'en, having been through it all, naturally understood what was going on at a glance, and after hearing Shen Kang's words, he became even more certain.

He stopped looking, looked away, nodded and smiled, "Hmm, Chinese style, not bad, I'll try it later."

As he spoke, he naturally put the milk tea bag aside, but then paused and chuckled to himself.

He subconsciously responded in his usual manner, but only after the words were out did he realize that the guy sitting in front of him was a freshman.

Speaking and acting like that to the other person is somewhat unbecoming of a teacher.

But it doesn't matter anyway. Shen Kang can't be treated like an ordinary college student...

Just as Qian Ming'en was thinking this, a voice came over.

"Dean Qian, won't you try some now?"

He Qiuzhu sat there, her clear eyes looking over here, "Milk tea doesn't taste good when it gets cold."

"..."

Qian Ming'en paused for a moment, then looked at Shen Kang.

Shen Kang looked up at the ceiling.

"Well..." Qian Ming'en coughed, "I just had tea, and I'm afraid the flavors will mix if I drink milk tea now."

He quickly changed the subject, "By the way, Xiao Shen, come here for a second, I have something to tell you."

Qian Mingen stood up.

Shen Kang then got up and followed—in other words, the two of them walked less than three steps before arriving at Qian Ming'en's desk.

Qian Ming'en sat down behind his desk. "Sit."

After Shen Kang sat down, Qian Ming'en asked, "How did you do on the final exams?"

"It's alright. I've mastered what I'm supposed to know, and there's nothing I can do about the ones I don't know. I might have to fail two, three, four, or five courses."

Doors two, three, four, and five? Why didn't you connect doors six, seven, eight, and nine as well?

Qian Ming'en thought to himself, then nodded. "If you really can't do it, then there's nothing I can do. But I see that although you're busy with work, you haven't neglected your studies. Your teachers have all mentioned this, so I think you're unlikely to fail. Don't be too pessimistic. You should be more optimistic."

Shen Kang really didn't know how his teachers could tell that he hadn't stopped studying, since he hadn't attended a single class for most of his courses all semester.

But this is not important.

Dean Qian said that the teachers had a very good impression of him, so the teachers had a very good impression of him.

So, a genuine smile appeared on his face. "Okay, then I'll be optimistic. Thank you, Dean Qian."

He seemed to be thanking Qian Mingen for comforting and guiding him, but what they were actually thanking each other for was something they both knew in their hearts.

After discussing his studies, Qian Ming'en brought up another matter: "It's quite a coincidence that you brought Xiao He here today. There's something I was just about to tell you about the laundry room."

"What is it?"

"The school is quite satisfied with the performance of the home and laundry room over the past six months."

Speaking of this, Qian Mingen felt much better.

It must be comfortable.

Over the past six months, Jiahe Laundry has contributed a total of over 50,000 yuan to the school. The person who spearheaded the establishment of Jiahe Laundry was Qian Ming'en. Therefore, it's equivalent to Qian Ming'en earning this 50,000 yuan for the school.

In one semester, he made a net profit of over 50,000 yuan without asking the school for a single penny in subsidies or occupying a single classroom. When he laid the ledger out on the table at the meeting, even the stingy old man in the finance department found it hard to nod in approval.

Qian Ming'en thought of Kang Changgeng again—what's the use of showing off a national competition's top prize? Can it be used as money? Can it be used as a political achievement? Did the judging committee allocate 50,000 yuan to Yang University of Science and Technology for his student memorizing two English manuscripts?

Ultimately, this is what's most sought-after in universities right now.

Industry-education integration, practical training, innovation and entrepreneurship—which of these terms isn't constantly on their lips? The laundry room project is a perfect example, with every aspect hitting the mark. On a grand scale, it explores a new model for university logistics services; on a smaller scale, it genuinely generates revenue for the university.

Moreover, the reactions of the other teachers also made Qian Ming'en feel very comfortable—more than 50,000 yuan could fund more than 20 regular courses, or even a few premium courses.

Now, Qian Ming'en wields considerable influence over who can teach courses and who can earn more money from teaching, making him a highly sought-after individual...

Qian Ming'en chuckled as he put down his teacup next to the worn-out document on the table, then glanced at it unconsciously.

It was a document about logistics, distributed at a logistics-themed meeting.

He clearly remembered the principal's exact words at the logistics work meeting, which were about the home and laundry room: "It can be promoted."

Qian Mingen raised his eyes and looked at Shen Kang sitting opposite him.

"Xiao Shen, the school has an idea." His tone was deliberately softer, not like he was announcing something major, but more like he was discussing fishing with an old friend over the weekend. "Next semester, we're planning to let you open another laundry room."

He paused, seemingly considering his words. His finger tapped the document twice unconsciously, then stopped.

"The location will be decided later, but the basic direction is set."