nyslfriends Chapter 231 The Richest Senior High School Student
Chapter 231 The Richest Senior High School Student
Song Huan didn't sleep well that night.
The curtains weren't fully drawn, and moonlight leaked in through the gaps, drawing a white line on the ceiling.
His mind was racing.
What will happen to the Food Alliance after graduation?
He had thought about this problem before.
On the contrary, I've thought about it many times.
But every time I think about it, I feel like there's still time.
The college entrance exam is still a long way off, and graduation is still a long way off, so there's no rush.
It's getting late, but it's not far off either.
He could see right through what those merchants were thinking.
Boss Zhou's words were like a nail stuck in his head: "We don't trust anyone but you."
Sell or not?
If we don't sell him, the league will fall apart sooner or later once he graduates.
I'm reluctant to sell it.
He built this up from scratch.
It started with a card, a store, and I accumulated it little by little by running around and talking until my legs were sore.
He closed his eyes, but his mind was still racing.
As it spun around, it sank without anyone noticing.
In the morning, Xiao Yunqing waited for him downstairs.
She glanced at him but didn't say anything.
The two walked side by side, he on the left and she on the right.
He kept his head down, walked slowly, and seemed listless.
Xiao Yunqing tilted her head to look at him. "What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well?"
Song Huan hummed in agreement.
She quickened her pace, walked around to the front of him, turned around to face him, and walked backwards.
Guess what I ate this morning?
Song Huan glanced at her. "What?"
"Xiao long bao, filled with chives and eggs." She made an exaggerated expression. "Guess how many I ate?"
Song Huan's lips twitched slightly. "Six."
Xiao Yunqing shook her head. "Eight."
She made an eight with her fingers spread wide.
"I ate eight! Pretty impressive, huh?"
Song Huan smiled briefly, "Impressive."
Seeing his sullen expression, Xiao Yunqing stopped laughing and stood still.
Song Huan also stopped.
She looked at him, her eyes shining.
"Song Huan, whatever decision you make, I will support you!"
Song Huan was stunned for a moment.
The morning light shone on her face, making her eyes bright, and his image was reflected in them.
He smiled; this time it was for real.
"Thanks."
……
During the long break, Song Huan was resting with her eyes closed on the table.
Zhao Qihang called him from the back of the classroom to play basketball, but he didn't move.
Zhao Qihang called out again, but he still didn't move.
Just as Zhao Qihang was about to come over and pull him, a head peeked in through the front door of the classroom.
It's Lu Xu.
"Song Huan, the principal wants to see you. Go now."
Song Huan raised her head, stood up, and walked out of her seat.
Xiao Yunqing frowned slightly as she watched his retreating figure.
The corridor of the administration building was long, and sneakers clicked and clacked on the floor.
Song Huan stood at the door of the principal's office and knocked.
"Come in."
Fang Yan's voice came from inside.
He pushed open the door and went in. Fang Yan was sitting behind his desk, looking at documents. He looked up and took off his glasses.
"sit."
Song Huan sat down in the chair.
Fang Yan looked at his left hand.
"How's your hand?"
"Almost done."
"That's good."
Fang Yan closed the file, leaned back in his chair, and looked at Song Huan.
"Song Huan, I called you here today to talk to you about the Food Alliance."
Song Huan didn't say anything.
Fang Yan continued, "The Education Bureau has taken notice of the food alliance you started at school and supports it. But you're about to graduate; have you thought about what will become of this alliance?"
Song Huan paused for a moment.
"I haven't decided yet."
Fang Yan nodded, took a document from the drawer, placed it on the table, and pushed it towards him.
Song Huan glanced down at the contract.
Fang Yan's voice was calm and unhurried, "The school has a plan. The student council will take over the Food Alliance, and you can hand over the operational rights and focus on your university studies. As for the profits, the school and you will split them."
He paused for a moment, then asked, "What do you think?"
Song Huan looked at the contract but didn't pick it up.
I couldn't help but chuckle to myself.
His own food alliance has become a cake that countless people want to share.
The reason for all this is that he is about to graduate.
He looked up at Fang Yan and said, "Principal, this is too sudden. I need to think about it."
Fang Yan frowned slightly. "Do you even know how long until the college entrance exam?"
"More than forty days."
"Forty-odd days have passed in the blink of an eye. What will happen to the alliance after you graduate? Can you trust someone else to handle it?"
Then I can entrust it to you with peace of mind?
Song Huan sneered inwardly.
Song Huan nodded. "Don't worry, Principal, I will definitely give you an answer before the college entrance examination. Schools will be given priority consideration."
Fang Yan stared at him for several seconds.
He recalled the agreement he had made with Song Huan, which gave the school the right to shut down the Food Alliance.
As long as Song Huan is still in school, he can't escape.
He took the contract back and put it in the drawer.
"Okay, think it over carefully."
Song Huan stood up and left.
He paused when he reached the door.
If Fang Yan knew what Song Huan was thinking, he probably wouldn't be so calm.
What if I sold the food alliance myself?
Sell it to someone else.
That original agreement has become nothing but a piece of waste paper.
He opened the door and went out.
……
A luxury hotel in Jiangcheng on the weekend.
The private room was large, with a round table covered with a white tablecloth and a pot of fresh flowers in the center.
The crystal chandelier was lit, illuminating the entire room with a golden glow.
Xiao Yunqing sat next to Song Huan, wearing a light blue dress, her hair tied up, and light makeup.
She looked a bit more mature than usual, but the way she gripped the bag strap betrayed her nervousness.
Song Huan was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her left hand was in a sling, but she was sitting very straight with no expression on her face.
Xiao Yunqing leaned closer and lowered her voice.
"Are you really going to sell it like this? My mom even said she wanted to use this as promotional material for students in Jiangcheng to start their own businesses after you graduate."
Song Huan smiled and said, "Letting go now is for better development in the future."
He looked at her and said, "Don't worry. Even if I let go of the food alliance at No. 1 High School, I will definitely build a nationwide food alliance."
Xiao Yunqing looked at him.
His eyes were bright, and there was a light in them that she had seen many times before.
When he talked about starting a food alliance, buying an internet cafe, or opening a studio, it was always this kind of charisma.
Her heart finally settled down, and she smiled, "I believe you."
The door was pushed open.
Zhang Cheng walked in front, followed by three people, two men and one woman, all dressed in suits and carrying briefcases.
They came in and sat down opposite them.
Zhang Cheng sat in the middle, moved the pot of flowers to the side, and looked at Song Huan.
"Song, have you made up your mind?"
Song Huan nodded. "I've thought it through."
"I knew you were smart."
Zhang Cheng smiled and winked at the person next to him.
The woman opened her briefcase, pulled out a stack of documents, and laid them out one by one on the table.
Zhang Cheng pushed the documents over.
"This is the letter of intent to acquire the company. Take a look at it first."
Song Huan picked it up and turned the pages one by one.
Xiao Yunqing also came over to take a look.
The terms and conditions were written in great detail, but the price section was left blank.
Zhang Cheng leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped together.
"Song, we're both straightforward people. Three million. Paid in full at once."
Xiao Yunqing's hand trembled slightly upon hearing this.
Three million!
She turned to look at Song Huan!
Song Huan didn't look at her, put down the document, and looked at Zhang Cheng.
"Four million."
Zhang Cheng's smile vanished.
"Three million is already a lot. How much profit does your alliance make in a year?"
Song Huan leaned back in her chair, her expression unchanged.
"Chairman Zhang, you know better than I do. The value of the Food Alliance isn't in profits, it's in its distribution channels. The entrances to the No. 1 Middle School, No. 12 Middle School, and No. 9 Primary School—three schools, over three thousand students. You can't buy this kind of channel no amount of money can buy."
Zhang Cheng frowned slightly.
The man next to me spoke up, his voice flat.
"Song, the sustainability of your alliance is questionable. After you graduate, it's uncertain whether the merchants will renew their contracts or whether students will continue to buy the cards. Three million is already an overpayment."
Song Huan glanced at him and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
He heard the other person's thoughts clearly.
Four million is too high.
[Amounts up to 3.5 million are acceptable.]
Song Huan pushed the document back, "Then three and a half million, one price."
Zhang Cheng was taken aback.
He glanced at the man beside him, who nodded slightly.
Zhang Cheng turned back and looked at Song Huan.
"Three million three hundred thousand, that's the most I can ask for."
Song Huan shook her head.
"Three and a half million, not a penny less."
Zhang Cheng stared at him for several seconds.
The private room fell silent.
The light from the crystal chandelier shone brightly on the table.
Zhang Cheng suddenly laughed, "Okay, three and a half million."
He stretched out his hand.
Song Huan also reached out and shook hands.
Zhang Cheng was very strong, and Song Huan was also quite strong.
The two people held hands, as if they were competing or confirming something.
The contract has been signed.
Zhang Cheng put down his pen, looked at Song Huan, and couldn't help but offer a word of praise.
"Congratulations, Song Huan, on becoming the richest senior high school student in Jiangcheng."
Song Huan smiled slightly, put the contract away, stood up, and extended her hand.
"Congratulations to you, Mr. Zhang, for becoming the most discerning person in Jiangcheng."
Zhang Cheng was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, grabbed Song Huan's hand, and shook it vigorously twice.
"Good lad, remember to call me if you come across any good projects in the future."
Song Huan nodded. "Definitely."
The two walked out of the hotel, the sunlight shining down from above, warm and pleasant.
Xiao Yunqing walked beside him, clutching the contract tightly in her hand.
"Three and a half million!" she whispered, as if confirming that the number was true.
Song Huan put her hands in her pockets and said, "Hmm."
Xiao Yunqing turned to look at him. "Aren't you very rich now?"
Song Huan thought for a moment, "It's alright, nothing special."
Xiao Yunqing smiled and handed him the contract.
He took it, folded it, and stuffed it into his pocket.
That's a whopping 350 million!