Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 221 A Promise Made in Jade

Nanfeng teased, "Since you're doing so well, how dare you compete with Curry Sauce for a job?"

"I was just joking with the curry sauce," Zeng Xiaoxian said, giving the curry sauce a cheeky wink.

Curry sauce almost lost her appetite because of Zeng Xiaoxian's disgusting wink. It felt like she had eaten fermented herring, and she couldn't help but want to roll her eyes.

"By the way, about that paper you wrote..." Nanfeng paused, staring at Zeng Xiaoxian as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

"You don't want me to change it, do you?"

Zeng Xiaoxian buried his head in his hands, looking utterly devastated: "Big brother, do you know how many times I've revised this paper? I didn't revise it this many times even when I was revising my undergraduate thesis!"

Ever since he secured the sponsorship, he's been writing a paper for Nanfeng on vehicle selection, a bet he's honored by. But the problem is, this guy is just too difficult to please.

It wasn't that Nanfeng was too difficult to please, but rather that the girl behind him named Dali was just too meticulous.

When Nanfeng sent the paper to his god-sister Zhuge Dali for review, Xiaoxian was still quite disdainful.

After all, she's just a teenager. Even if she's a genius, how extraordinary can she be?

Dali, have you ever written a paper?

Zeng Xiaoxian probably never imagined before that someone's hobby after entering university would be taking exams and writing papers.

So he was punished over the phone by a meticulous and talented young woman.

Zeng Xiaoxian will never forget that day.

After reading his car-buying guide, the girl on the other end of the phone asked him, "Did you buy your two master's degrees?"

Before Zeng Xiaoxian could even refute a few words, Zhuge Dali had already begun to systematically point out a series of problems with the paper.

From minor issues like incorrect formatting and layout to major problems like missing data, he was practically utterly humiliated by the slightly immature voice on the other end of the phone for a full ten minutes.

"...Leaving aside the issues of size mentioned earlier, much of your information was found randomly on Baidu, and the watermarks weren't even removed."

"Most importantly, the source you cited is an article from five years ago. Yet, this 09 article is titled 'Analysis of China's Sales of Gasoline Vehicles in the Past Five Years'."

"Teacher Zeng, I don't think you would think that the 'nearly five years' in the title refers to the five years after 09."

Even if the automotive industry is not developing at a rapid pace, data that dates back to at least ten years ago is obviously not suitable for use now.

"…Professor Zeng, you didn't buy your master's thesis, did you?"

Perhaps the other person never intended to belittle him, but it's still embarrassing that a child could meticulously point out all the problems and flaws in his paper.

Subsequently, he systematically offered a series of revision suggestions and opinions regarding the issues raised in the paper.

Some of these suggestions not only left Xiaoxian speechless, but even Nanfeng was amazed by them.

It's one thing to just make changes to the suggestions, but Nanfeng is buying a car, not investing.

With so much money, is it really necessary for him to analyze the purchasing power of vehicles?

Surely they're not worried that the car will drop in price drastically after only two years?

How could something so unlucky happen?

Nanfeng didn't want to make things too difficult for Zeng Xiaoxian. After all, it was just buying a car, and there was no need to treat it like a thesis.

Zeng Xiaoxian actually thought so at first, which is why this rather sloppy paper has so many problems.

But now he's deliberately going head-to-head with Dali, accepting all of Dali's proposed revisions and suggestions.

No matter what, Brother Xian still has his pride. How could he let a kid who is almost half his age look down on him?

So Zeng Xiaoxian really put in the same effort he used to put into writing his thesis, working overtime to revise it.

Fortunately, Dali's suggestions and revisions were so detailed that they were almost like a nanny's tutorial. Apart from the time spent researching and revising the paper, there weren't any major obstacles.

Of course, Zeng Xiaoxian no longer wanted to recall how many times he revised this paper.

This genius girl, whose face was never seen but whose voice was heard, transformed Zeng Xiaoxian into a seasoned driver who knew everything about vehicles.

"What I meant to say was that your paper was excellent. I didn't expect that you could actually revise it according to Dali's requirements."

Nanfeng's words finally made Zeng Xiaoxian breathe a sigh of relief.

You know, he hasn't done anything this mentally taxing since he graduated with his master's degree. If he were to continue making changes, he might as well just surrender and admit defeat to Dali.

"You startled me! Why did you look like you wanted to say something but couldn't?"

"I was just joking with you."

Nanfeng chuckled, clearly indicating that the lesson he learned last time had no effect on him whatsoever.

Zeng Xiaoxian rolled his eyes at Nanfeng: "Tch."

Yifei asked curiously, "So what car did Zeng Xiaoxian recommend to you? If it's good, let me and Zhanbo take a look at Zeng Xiaoxian's paper too."

Zhanbo recently passed his driver's license test, and the two siblings are considering buying a new car.

Nanfeng couldn't help but laugh: "Among the vehicles that Teacher Zeng recommended to me, the tank ranked first in terms of recommendation index."

"A tank? What brand of car is that?"

Yifei was stunned. She was a seasoned driver, but she had never heard of a car brand called Tank.

"It's a tank, like the Russian T-90."

Everyone looked at Zeng Xiaoxian in shock upon hearing this, except for Wanyu, whose eyes lit up.

"Can we buy tanks now? Then I want to get my dad to..."

She froze halfway through her sentence, the light in her eyes suddenly dimming like an overloaded light bulb after a brief burst of brilliance.

Zhanbo subconsciously looked at Wanyu.

Yu Mo retorted, "Teacher Zeng, are you planning to have Nanfeng switch to artillery?"

Why would anyone recommend someone to buy a tank? If you can't buy one, then so be it.

If you actually manage to buy it, that would be a disaster.

Zeng Xiaoxian gestured towards Nanfeng with his chin: "Based on the requirements Nanfeng has made, I think a tank would be a good fit for him."

Everyone looked at Nanfeng.

"Actually, my requirements are very simple."

Nanfeng thought about his requirements for the car he had made to Teacher Zeng: "First of all, it must be sturdy and impact-resistant, preferably the kind that can withstand a large truck crash without any damage."

"Secondly, the appearance should be fierce, ideally so that people will automatically give way when they see my car, which is safe for everyone."

"Then the car needs to be spacious, the bigger the better, so it's convenient to drive out and have fun."

"Finally, the car needs to be loud enough to scare those bastards who are driving while fatigued awake."

The group exchanged bewildered glances.

So it seems that tanks are indeed the most suitable for Nanfeng.

One shell, and there will be no driver in the world who would dare to drive while fatigued in front of Nanfeng.

"You've been bitten by a snake once, and now you're afraid of ropes for ten years," Yifei teased.

Nanfeng proudly raised his head: "Now I drive with the safety awareness that a driver could hit me at any moment on the road."

The group looked at each other in silence.

What kind of driving philosophy is this that makes everyone at odds?

Yu Mo asked curiously, "So what kind of car are you planning to buy? You're not actually going to buy a tank, are you?"

"That's definitely not the case."

Nanfeng smiled mysteriously: "You'll know when the new car arrives."

……

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, everyone returned to the Love Apartment.

The eldest brother quickly packed his things and rushed home with the fruit cake that Meijia had made.

Ziqiao finally returned to his familiar bedroom.

He thought life would continue in this uneventful way until the next morning when Zeng Xiaoxian excitedly announced some good news.

"I'm going to be on TV!"

"so what?"

3601, Yifei is playing chess with Zhanbo, but Yifei's brainpower is of course no match for Zhanbo, who is practically a human computer.

The two had progressed from best-of-three, best-of-five, and best-of-thirteen, to the point where Zhanbo's wins were no longer considered victories, while Yifei's single win was considered a victory.

Even so, Yifei took back her moves a full eighteen times in this game, yet Zhanbo still managed to checkmate her.

"It's just being on TV. You've been on TV quite a lot these past few months."

Zeng Xiaoxian hummed happily a few times: "I'm not talking about my 'Xiaoxian's Appointment,' but the famous program 'Ruyu's Appointment.'"

Upon hearing this, Zhanbo grinned, "That's great! Did Ruyu call you personally?"

"No, it's Lisa."

Yifei clicked her tongue in amazement: "Zeng Xiaoxian, why don't you go and kowtow to Lisa a few times? She's been too good to you."

"What do you know? Lisa and I are like a thoroughbred horse and its discerning owner. She's the only one in the entire radio station who discovered that I'm a shining gem."

Yifei glanced at Xiaoxian: "It's not like this is your first time on TV, why are you so excited?"

How could I not be excited?

Zeng Xiaoxian's eyes lit up, and he said with anticipation, "Ruyu's Appointment is a nationally renowned program, the prime time slot among prime time slots."

"When the time comes, audiences all over the country will see me, Zeng Xiaoxian, and I will definitely become an overnight sensation."

Yifei sighed helplessly.

This guy has never changed his habit of being blindly optimistic beforehand.

Zeng Xiaoxian doesn't even realize that he can't make himself famous with his own show, yet he expects to become an overnight sensation by relying on someone else's show.

"Alright, then I wish you instant fame, instead of being driven to despair by Chen Ruyu's question, 'Really? I don't believe it.'"

Xiao Xian pouted, then suddenly remembered the purpose of his return: "Well, I came to ask if you guys want to come with me to Ruyu's Appointment tomorrow afternoon?"

"Are we going to be interviewed too?" Zhanbo asked expectantly. "I never thought I'd be on TV. I'll call my mom right now."

"Well……"

Zeng Xiaoxian scratched his head awkwardly: "I wanted to invite you to watch the show live, not to be interviewed."

"Oh..." Zhanbo's eyes dimmed instantly, and he pouted dejectedly.

Yifei looked up haughtily and said, "No, I'm very busy."

"Hey, that's not fair, you're being so disloyal."

Zeng Xiaoxian said angrily, "I came to invite you right away, and you're not giving me any face at all."

Yifei raised an eyebrow: "You invited me right away?"

"certainly."

"Hasn't the others been notified yet?"

"nonsense!"

Yifei coughed a few times triumphantly: "Since you've invited me so sincerely, I'll mercifully accept your invitation."