After being reborn, my sister insisted on marrying me.

At noon, Zhao Gang offered to treat everyone to lunch.

He patted his chest and said he would treat his "future boss and roommate" to a meal, and his father nodded in agreement, saying it was only right.

Zhao Gang comes from a well-off family and has his parents' support, so he ordered all the dishes available on the third floor of the cafeteria.

Chen Xinyi picked up a piece of pork rib, took a bite, and put down her chopsticks. Lin Siyan drank half a bowl of soup. Jin Shilin ate a few bites and said she was full.

The three senior students' disdain for the college's cafeteria was written all over their faces, but none of them left; they all sat next to Wei Yi.

While eating, Zhao Gang kept stealing glances at Lin Siyan and Jin Shilin.

Clearly, after the initial shock of making the bed, things seemed to have resurfaced.

But when he thought of Chen Xinyi's words "couple" just now, he didn't dare to ask her directly. He could only lower his head and eat his rice, stealing a glance every few bites.

Luo Xiaofeng kept his head down and ate the whole time, much quieter than usual.

Li Junjie placed the guitar case on the chair next to him and guarded it throughout the meal, as if the guitar might be snatched away at any moment.

Wei Yi watched all of this and found it amusing.

In his past life, he was actually in the same dormitory as these three people.

However, their relationship was just so-so. He only lived at school for half a semester, and afterwards he basically lived with his sister, only resting in the dormitory at noon sometimes.

But he knew that his three roommates were not bad at heart.

Luo Xiaofeng is very thin, from the Jiangnan region, and is warm-hearted and helpful.

Although Zhao Gang is eager to find a partner, he is a Northeasterner who values ​​loyalty and follows the rules.

Li Junjie is a bit of a closet pervert, always carrying his guitar around, but he's actually a kind-hearted person.

"What are you planning to do this afternoon?" Wei Yi asked.

Zhao Gang said he was packing his things to familiarize himself with the campus.

He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly remembered the keywords Su Lai had mentioned in the dormitory: office, startup funding, prototype vehicle, and promotional posts. He put down his chopsticks.

"By the way, your bike-sharing project has an office? How big is it?"

"More than 100 square meters."

"Over 100 square meters?" Luo Xiaofeng finally looked up from his bowl. "Did the school give it to you for free?"

"The space in the startup incubator isn't given away for free; you have to pay a management fee."

Zhao Gang clicked his tongue.

After lunch, Chen Xinyi said that the company needed to sign the renovation acceptance form for Heytea in the afternoon, so she and Lin Siyan left first.

Before leaving, she squeezed Wei Yi's hand: "When you get home tonight, you need to give me a clear explanation about the shared bikes."

"Okay, sis."

Jin Shilin also got up and said that she would visit the Tianbingbing store on the way.

Seeing this, the parents of the three roommates also said goodbye to their children.

After all the parents left.

Especially after Chen Xinyi left.

Zhao Gang visibly relaxed, his shoulders slumping.

"Bro, your sister—no, your wife—has such a strong presence." He lowered his voice. "I don't even dare to breathe loudly in front of her."

Luo Xiaofeng nodded vigorously.

Li Junjie rarely speaks out: "He feels even stronger than the powerful women on TV."

Wei Yi smiled and said, "I'm used to it."

"Let's go, let's go to my office." Wei Yi stood up.

His three roommates went with him, mainly out of curiosity.

Behind the administration building is a two-story building, with ivy covering most of its exterior walls.

Sulai waited at the door and waved as soon as she saw them coming.

She changed out of her red welcome vest and into a regular T-shirt, her round face sporting her signature smile.

"The boss is here." She waved the folder in her hand.

Pushing open the door, the more than 100-square-meter space suddenly opened up.

A dozen or so tables were neatly arranged, a whiteboard hung on the wall, the network cables were all laid out, and the room was bright and clean.

Guo Yu sat in the corner typing code on his computer, lines of data refreshing on the screen.

Hearing the door open, he turned around, nodded to everyone, and then turned back to continue knocking.

Sulei pointed to him, mainly to introduce him to the other three: "This is my boyfriend, from Tsinghua University, and he's the main technical lead for our project."

Zhao Gang's jaw was clenched as he walked to the window and looked down.

Downstairs, there's a row of blue and white bicycles, and a student is curiously examining one with his phone.

A few minutes later, after scanning the code, the lock opened with a beep, and the new student mounted the bike and rode away.

"Does this car cost money?" Zhao Gang asked, turning around.

"No deposit required, just your student ID and ID card for verification."

Sulei counted on her fingers, "The first three days are free, then it's 50 cents per hour. Right now, they're having a promotion since they just opened, so you can get a monthly pass for 10 yuan and a weekly pass for 3 yuan."

"So cheap?" Luo Xiaofeng's eyes widened.

Zhao Gang frowned: "Can this make money?"

Sulai glanced at Wei Yi, her expression subtle.

She actually opposed the pricing at first.

"You don't know, many big cities had government-run bicycle rental services long before this," she said, leaning against the table with her arms crossed. "But those government-run ones required a minimum deposit of two hundred yuan, and charged at least one yuan per hour. Even so, they generally lost money."

She paused.

"This one is something else. No deposit required, ridiculously cheap prices, and they even have promotions, it's practically free. I told them there was no way they could make money from this, and I was strongly against it."

"And then?" Luo Xiaofeng asked.

"Then he said, 'Senior, what are you afraid of? You don't have to pay anything. If it works out, you'll get shares. If it doesn't, you'll have entrepreneurial experience.'" Su Lai imitated Wei Yi's tone quite well.

Zhao Gang laughed: "What kind of logic is that?"

"That's how I was convinced," Sulei said, shrugging. "Later he said that ofo at Peking University doesn't require a deposit anymore. I checked and it's true, so I had nothing more to say."

She gestured with her chin toward Wei Yi: "Look, my boss is over there. You can ask him about whether we'll lose money."

Wei Yi smiled and said, "I didn't start this project to make money. It's mainly to make it easier for students to get around; it's a public welfare project."

He spoke casually, a composed smile on his face.

Zhao Gang was stunned. Luo Xiaofeng was stunned. Li Junjie was stunned too.

The three of them looked at Wei Yi at the same time, their gazes carrying an indescribable quality.

This is a non-profit charity project, and so much money has been poured into it just to make it easier for students to travel.

That man's figure is damn tall.

"Brother, your awareness..." Zhao Gang stammered for a long time, "I'm impressed. Brother, you're my brother from now on!"

"He's my brother too!" Luo Xiaofeng chimed in.

Li Junjie hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Me too..."

Wei Yi smiled.

He thought to himself, "I wasn't lying."

I never intended to make money off you poor students, or the poor people riding shared bikes in society.

From beginning to end, all I wanted to do with this bike-sharing business was make money off capital!

A moment later, Luo Xiaofeng turned to look at Guo Yu's screen: "What can the backend see?"

Guo Yu turned the screen around so he could see for himself.

The real-time data panel above displays the number of registered users, the number of vehicles in use, and the GPS distribution map of individual vehicles.

Luo Xiaofeng stared at the screen for more than ten seconds: "This number keeps jumping."

"Real-time."

Guo Yu adjusted his glasses. "The cycling route from 8 a.m. this morning until now has covered all the major routes within the College of Arts and Sciences. User retention data is about 20 percentage points higher than I estimated. Your school's students have a pretty good acceptance of new things."

He said this in a calm tone, as if he were reporting experimental results.

That's just how STEM guys are.

Looking at the string of fluctuating numbers, Luo Xiaofeng murmured, "The Tsinghua alumnus is really awesome; this thing looks so advanced."

Li Junjie carried his guitar case and walked around the office before standing in front of the whiteboard.

The whiteboard displays a timeline: Launched in September, covering four more campuses in October, completing the second phase of the official WeChat account in November, simultaneously covering all campuses of the university, and launching at other universities in December.

The handwriting was by Sulei, the date was marked neatly, and there were a few hastily drawn arrows and notes next to it.

He stared at the line "Going to other universities" for a long time, his grip on the guitar tightening.

"You've really expanded this operation quite a bit." Zhao Gang turned back from the window to look at Su Lai. "Senior, you've been working with him all summer?"

"He did everything himself, from the project proposal and business model to connecting with bicycle factories." Sulei shook her head. "I just helped him with the school procedures; I was just doing odd jobs."

She paused, then added, "Oh, by the way, the company is already registered; it's called Tage Technology."

"How much did you invest?" Zhao Gang asked casually.

"Registered capital of 25 million."

Sulei said this in a tone similar to saying, "The cafeteria has braised pork today."

"How many?"

Zhao Gang's voice suddenly rose, echoing throughout the entire office.

"Twenty-five million?!"

Luo Xiaofeng suddenly turned around in front of the screen.

Li Junjie's hand holding the guitar slipped, and the guitar case almost fell to the ground.

All three of them turned to look at Wei Yi.

Their attention shifted from "This guy is really good" to "Damn, this guy isn't playing the same game as us."

Twenty-five million.

How much does a house cost in a second-tier city?

No, even in first-tier cities.

Even here, it feels like the capital.

Twenty-five million could buy a luxury house, right?!

This person invested 25 million to start a business before even registering for the job!

Zhao Gang opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again: "Brother, what does your dad do?"

"Police station chief."

"...From the county?"

"Um."

Zhao Gang fell silent.

Where did the son of a county police station chief get 25 million?

But he wisely didn't press the matter, only looking at Wei Yi with a newfound respect.

Luo Xiaofeng counted on his fingers twice, his expression growing more and more complicated with each calculation.

Li Junjie hugged his guitar case tightly again and said what everyone present was thinking: "It seems like we have a big shot living in our dorm."

Wei Yi smiled but didn't reply.

He did not argue that the registered capital and the actual investment funds could be unequal.

According to the relevant laws that were just introduced this year, except for certain industries, shareholders are not required to pay up all their capital contributions immediately when registering a company.

Theoretically, you can pledge 25 million, but you can actually pay only 100,000.

Like his company.

In reality, only 100,000 yuan was actually paid in.

This was the amount he wanted to pay; according to Sulai, 20,000 yuan would have been enough.

But there's no need to explain this now.

It would be easier to make them think he was a rich kid.

Our friendship from a past life was just like that.

Aside from being decent by nature, these three are not particularly capable individuals.

If it's suitable, they're willing to do it themselves.

He wouldn't mind taking advantage of the situation.

If they themselves are not ambitious and have no ideas, then he can't be bothered to argue with them.

"Alright, alright."

Sulei clapped her hands. "Don't look at my boss like he's a monkey. I spent over a month following him during the summer and still couldn't fully understand what's going on in his head, so don't bother trying."

She walked up to Wei Yi and handed him the folder: "Sign here. Director Li is still waiting."

Wei Yi took the document, scanned it, and signed it.

"Alright, that's it. Tsk, I never thought I'd become a general manager when I was only a junior in college!" Sulei said happily.