We agreed not to date, so why are you crying now that I've become the richest man?

Star Interactive's National Day work schedule has been finalized.

Not only were there enough shifts available, but more than a dozen people actually signed up for them.

After the announcement of triple pay, post-holiday leave, meal allowance, and travel expense reimbursement, some people in the technical department even privately asked Han Yue if she could cover all seven days.

With so many applicants, Han Yue had to filter them by job position first.

For departments with more than the required number of employees, a lottery will be held.

Suya is in charge of funds and compliance.

Han Yue is responsible for daily coordination.

Ye Chen glanced at the final schedule, confirmed that all the key positions were filled, and then directly delegated the authority.

On the afternoon of September 30th, the school officially began its summer vacation.

Lu Wenbo packed his things and was the first to leave the dormitory.

Chen Zhiqiang did not go home.

He found a holiday part-time job that could earn him over 400 yuan in seven days, plus two meals.

Sun Haoyu sat at the table, his face full of anticipation.

"Li Meng said her home is far away, so she won't be going back for the National Day holiday. My home is also far away, and I don't plan to go back either. Let's see if we can create some opportunities in the next few days."

Ye Chen slung his backpack over his shoulder, walked over, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Keep it up, seize the opportunity."

Sun Haoyu immediately perked up and nodded vigorously.

"Don't worry, I will definitely try my best."

Ye Chen smiled as he left the dormitory.

He only brought a few changes of clothes and his computer, and walked to the parking lot of the office building off campus.

The black Mercedes was parked quietly in the corner.

Ye Chen tossed his backpack into the back seat, started the car, and casually dialed Zhao Peng's number.

"I'm driving to your school now."

"Go wait at the main entrance now, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find parking later."

Zhao Peng's excited voice immediately came through the phone.

"They've been at the door for ages!"

Outside the main gate of Shanghai Business School.

Zhao Peng, dragging a huge suitcase, stood by the roadside looking around.

There were also a few boys from the same class nearby.

Seeing that he lingered, one of them smiled and asked:

"Zhao Peng, aren't you taking the train home? Who are you waiting for?"

"High school classmate."

Zhao Peng waved his hand casually.

"Come pick me up on your way."

As soon as he finished speaking, a black Mercedes slowly pulled up to the side of the road.

The sturdy car body gleamed coldly in the sunlight, simultaneously drawing the attention of several students at the entrance.

The car window rolled down.

Ye Chen rested one hand on the steering wheel and gestured with his chin towards Zhao Peng.

"Fatty, get in the car."

"They're here!"

Zhao Peng straightened up instantly and quickly walked over, dragging his suitcase.

The trunk is open.

He put his luggage away and then went around to the passenger seat.

Several classmates behind him watched him get into the car, and they were stunned for a long time.

Zhao Peng deliberately paused for a second before slowly closing the car door.

The Mercedes drove away from the school gate.

He couldn't hold back his smile for even half a minute before it completely broke through his control.

"Chenzi, don't say it."

"It's kind of cool to be stared at like this."

Even after the car had driven more than a hundred meters, Zhao Peng was still twisting his neck to look back.

At the entrance of the business school, those same male classmates were still standing by the roadside, pointing and whispering among themselves.

Zhao Peng then slowly sat up straight.

Her chest was more puffed out than before, and she couldn't suppress the corners of her mouth no matter how hard she tried.

Ye Chen glanced at him.

"You closed the car door so slowly just now, anyone who didn't know better would think you were about to cut a ribbon at the school gate."

"What do you know?"

Zhao Peng not only didn't feel ashamed, but also argued vehemently.

"I've been in school for a month now, and every day I hear them bragging about how this relative owns a company, that classmate's family has a factory, and some people even say that their dad knows some big boss."

"Today is finally my turn to hold my head high."

He touched the car door handle and chuckled.

"Besides, how many college students have actually ridden in a car worth over two million?"

"I should have waved to them first before raising the window."

Ye Chen almost laughed out loud.

"Should I go back now and give you another one?"

"Never mind, never mind."

Zhao Peng quickly waved his hand, but there was a hint of regret on his face.

"Anyway, there will be other opportunities in the future."

Ye Chen merged the car onto the main road.

"Okay, I'll lay out a red carpet for you next time."

"No need for the red carpet."

Zhao Peng said in a very serious tone:

"Get me a pair of sunglasses, so I can keep a low profile."

The two looked at each other and burst out laughing at the same time.

On the eve of National Day, traffic on the streets of Shanghai was much denser than usual.

We drove on and off until the Mercedes turned onto the elevated road, at which point the speed picked up.

Zhao Peng leaned back in his chair, watching the tall buildings recede into the distance outside the window, when he suddenly remembered his business.

"Chenzi, I really have to praise you this time."

"Just one sentence?"

"Those two sentences."

Zhao Peng took out his sleeper ticket and looked at it over and over again.

"There's only one bus a day that goes directly from Shanghai to Huaicheng County."

"My roommates from out of town couldn't buy tickets even a week in advance. Two of them are prepared to sit in hard seats for more than 20 hours, and another one has to change trains twice halfway through the journey."

"You're lucky. Not only did you get two sleeper berths in the same carriage."

He reached out and patted Ye Chen on the shoulder.

There was definitely an element of luck involved in getting those two tickets.

More than forty minutes later, the Mercedes drove into the long-term parking area of ​​the train station.

Ye Chen found a spot near the exit and parked the car.

As soon as Zhao Peng got out of the car, he looked up and saw the toll sign, and his eyelids twitched.

"Forty for a day's rest?"

He started counting on his fingers.

"It'll take us at least seven or eight days to go round trip, right? Just leaving the car here, and over three hundred yuan is gone?"

"How about we go somewhere cheaper?"

Ye Chen locked the car and took out his luggage.

"By the time you find a cheap place and take a taxi back, the train will have already left."

Looking at the toll sign, Zhao Peng still felt the pinch.

"This isn't parking, it's robbery."

"Alright."

Ye Chen pushed the suitcase towards him.

"Remember the location: third floor, east wing, pillar number 307."

"Don't get lost when you get back."

Zhao Peng immediately took out his phone and took three pictures of the pillar, the license plate, and the surrounding environment.

"rest assured."

"I'll definitely memorize the route later."

The two entered the train station through the passageway.

As evening approached, it was nearly impossible to find a seat in the waiting hall.

Students dragging suitcases, migrant workers carrying woven bags, and couples holding children huddled together.

The sounds of broadcasts, conversations, and luggage wheels scraping the ground blended together.

Someone simply laid out a newspaper against the wall, and the family of three sat around it eating instant noodles.

Zhao Peng pushed his way forward, protecting his suitcase, and didn't forget to call out back:

"Chenzi, stay close, don't get lost!"

Ye Chen, carrying a backpack, followed behind at a leisurely pace.

"Take care of yourself first."

"How could someone as old as me get lost?"

"Hard to say."

Ye Chen looked at his physique.

"You don't look very bright; you might be fooled by a sausage."

"Get lost."

The two wandered around the waiting area for a while before finally slipping into a small noodle shop inside the station.

The restaurant was crowded, and there was still soup left on the table that hadn't been wiped clean.

After waiting for a few minutes, the two finally managed to get a seat and each ordered a bowl of beef noodles.