dkrc Chapter 7 He got together with someone else
Chapter 7 He got together with someone else
Communication University of China (CUC).
Boys' dormitory.
"Hey bro, wanna have one?" Huang Yiliang pushed open the dormitory door and saw Xiang Dongliu making his bed. His eyes glazed over for a moment.
"Hey—! Thanks, my name is Xiang Dongliu, Xiang as in Xiang Yu. You're from room 208 too, right?"
At this time, Xiang Dongliu had not yet started to go bald, but he was as enthusiastic as he would be ten years later.
"Huang Yiliang, the Huangliang in 'A Dream of Yellow Millet'."
As Huang Yiliang spoke, he took out a lighter and handed it to Xiang Dongliu.
"Are we the only two people in our dorm?" Huang Yiliang glanced into the washroom but didn't see Parker and Chen Xixia.
In his previous life, he was the last person to arrive at school to register.
"Xiao Chen has arrived as well. Several of his fellow villagers came to pick him up and take him for a walk around the campus."
After Xiang Dongliu lit his cigarette, he returned the lighter to Huang Yiliang, which is considered a very good quality among smokers.
Huang Yiliang nodded knowingly. Little Shrimp was from Guangdong, and the South China F3 did like to stick together and form hometown associations.
Sometimes they even bring along their brothers from Hunan to form the Hubei-Hunan Alumni Association, but they don't like to include their brothers from Fujian, which is a bit unfair.
Huang Yiliang's bed was still located near the door.
Although this location is a bit noisy because it's close to the corridor, it's far from the dormitory toilets, so you don't have to smell them.
"By the way, do you eat spicy food?" Xiang Dongliu suddenly asked.
"No—! I can't eat spicy food, thank you!"
Huang Yiliang shook his head decisively. He knew that Xiang Dongliu had brought spicy duck necks and was determined not to repeat the mistake of not knowing how to refuse people in his previous life.
As the two were chatting, a brown-haired, blue-eyed man walked in, pulling a suitcase.
Hello, how are you?
After saying a sentence in Chinese-accented English, Xiang Dongliu turned to Huang Yiliang for help: "Liangzi, my spoken English isn't very good, you can talk to him. It's really strange, why did the school assign a foreigner to our dorm?"
Parker calmly rubbed his temples, clearly a frequent occurrence for him.
"Hello! I'm not a foreigner, I'm Uyghur, a genuine Chinese. Just call me Pak! You won't want to know my real name, and you wouldn't remember it anyway."
Parker pointed to the only empty bed as he spoke.
Xiang Dongliu nodded blankly: "Yes, that's your bed."
"Are you really Chinese?" Xiang Dongliu was still a little taken aback, because Parker looked too much like a European or American.
Parker didn't explain, but simply took out his ID card and slapped it into Xiang Dongliu's hand.
"Brother Liang, is it done?" Yi Ran darted in from outside the door: "Huh—! What's that foreigner doing here?"
Parker had to explain again: "I am Uyghur, but also Chinese."
"Then what are you all standing there for? Help Brother Liang make the bed!" Yi Ran said imperiously with a stern face.
This guy is a seasoned veteran among the senior students, and he really managed to intimidate Xiang Dongliu and Parker, the two rookie freshmen.
The two newbies readily offered to help.
"He's a senior, just kidding. I can handle it myself. Parker, there are cigarettes on the table, help yourself. Also, my name is Huang Liang, call me Brother Liang if you want." Huang Yiliang waved his hand and said.
"Brother Liang!"
"Brother Liang!"
Two more guys were led astray by Huang Yiliang, even though they were actually three years older than him.
There's no way around it; although Huang Yiliang's face looks young, his demeanor has a strong "uncle" vibe, which can be confusing to anyone who looks at him.
......
"What's the meaning of you carrying a guitar?"
Huang Yiliang glanced curiously at the guitar that Yi Ran was carrying on his back.
"I'm going to the Beijing Film Academy, so of course I have to show off my skills. Hey! It's all for promotion, for selling products."
Yi Ran tried to appear more reserved.
"Ha! You've used this trick a lot to lure girls to cheap hotels to play guitar, haven't you!" Huang Yiliang said disdainfully.
"I've dreamed about it, but I've never succeeded," Yi Ran answered honestly, without feeling ashamed.
Take Yi, for example. He's tall and handsome, so why doesn't any girl notice his good looks?
Huang Yiliang drove to the Beijing Film Academy and drove in amidst the shocked gazes of a group of luxury car owners at the school gate.
"No, why can he drive his car onto campus but we can't? Is my Porsche worse than a BMW?"
A rich kid in tight pants grabbed a Red Bull from the hood of his car and stormed off to the security booth.
"If you are a faculty or staff member of our school, you are also allowed to drive into the campus," Wu Kun replied expressionlessly.
He already knew that Wu Hao had received a thousand yuan from Huang Yiliang, so he had to let him go! If he made Wu Hao run errands for Huang Yiliang a few more times, he might not even have to give Wu Hao any living expenses this semester.
"Brother Liang, what a show of power! I saw several supercars parked at the entrance, but they wouldn't let us in." Yi Ran didn't hear the voice behind him, but that didn't diminish his admiration for Huang Yiliang.
Huang Yiliang chuckled.
Let Wu Hao explain to Yi Ran himself later.
"Isn't the playground more spacious? Why are they put here in the girls' dormitory?" After parking the car, Huang Yiliang and Yi Ran unloaded several large boxes of MP3 players from the trunk.
"It's too hot over there without shade on the playground. It's more convenient for girls to go downstairs here. It's not as convenient for boys, but they're happy to come over here." Wu Hao has the potential to be a shrewd businessman.
This guy borrowed two tables from somewhere and was busy making reservations for the students in line.
"Didn't you say you were asking Wu Li to help?" Huang Yiliang asked in a low voice.
"Don't even mention it, she's already dating an upperclassman."
Wu Hao waved his hand dismissively: "Besides, making money is more important than finding a girlfriend."
"Brother Hao, that's awesome!" Yi Ran immediately praised him.
Wu Hao unconsciously straightened his hunched back. Ran Ge understands me!
"Hello everyone! Thank you so much for your support. Those who have already registered, please line up and come to me to pay and pick up your items."
Huang Yiliang took the registration book from Wu Hao and sat down at another table to skillfully collect money and deliver goods.
The students at Beijing Film Academy were even more enthusiastic than those at the Communication University of China, and Huang Yiliang's hands never stopped collecting money.
There was no need for any flammable performance to warm up the crowd, so Huang Yiliang simply asked him to help Wu Hao with the registration.
"Yawen, what's going on over at our girls' dormitory? It's so lively!"
"It seems like a few freshmen are selling MP3 players as part-time jobs. I heard they're half the price of those in stores, only a little over two hundred yuan a unit. But you get what you pay for, so you won't be interested."
"It's alright, let's go take a look."
A perfectly matched couple walked over.
"Excuse me, how much are your MP3 players?"
"Don't cut in line! Go register and make a reservation over there first. If you need a trial listening session, there's a demo unit on the hood of the car behind me. Feel free to try it out. The price is on the PopGG sign," Huang Yiliang said without looking up.
He doesn't have time to introduce the product to people right now. Wu Hao has been going from dormitory to dormitory in the school to promote it for two or three days. Students who don't know can only blame themselves for being out of touch with the information.
Yi Ran, that bastard, registered really fast, but his handwriting was so damn messy.
When Huang Yiliang was checking the names on the shipment, he felt like an illiterate man, unable to understand many of the characters. He promptly told the idiot to get lost and go flirt with girls.
"Hey—! It's a fairy sister! Aren't you going to pay attention to her?" Zhou Mengdie was a little impressed with Huang Yiliang.
I have to say, the way men work hard to make money is truly... wow! So mercenary.
"who? 』
Huang Yiliang continued working with his hands, then turned to look at the golden couple who had just left.
Flammable had already swarmed over like a husky that had caught a whiff of something.
"Hi! My name is Yi Ran. You must be Wang Yuyan from Duan Yu's novels!" Yi Ran's opening line was a bombshell.
Wang Yuyan: "???"
What does it mean to be Duan Yu's Wang Yuyan? Can't I be myself?
Yi Ran was very attentive. He pushed Zhu Yawen aside without any politeness, saying, "Who told me to be taller and stronger than you? That's just how reckless I am."
However, this is indeed a bit strange. Yi Ran is 1.79 meters tall, but he is obviously taller than Zhu Yawen, who is 1.83 meters tall.
I don't know if it's because the rulers aren't standardized.
"Hmm—! May I listen to a sample?" Wang Yuyan smiled slightly.
Seeing Yi Ran and Zhu Yawen standing there, pushing each other's shoulders like they were fighting bulls, she tried hard to suppress her laughter.
"Of course you can try it. It'll be more intuitive if you try them side by side. The one on the left is a Samsung MP3 player that sells for 2499 yuan, but its sound quality isn't even as good as ours that sells for 399 yuan. Those Koreans are really ripping us off."
"Uh—!" The little girl's face darkened.
She was at the age where she liked new gadgets, so naturally she had an MP3 player, and it just so happened to be the same Samsung MP3 player that Huang Yiliang kept bringing up and criticizing for 2499 yuan.
After listening to both MP3 players, the girl fell silent.
It wasn't about the money; she wasn't short of a few thousand dollars. She just felt like a fool.
Okay! Her taste has never been very good!
"The sound is pretty good, but Samsung's players are still better. Besides, Samsung is a big brand, so their after-sales service is guaranteed." The girl tried hard to keep a straight face and save face.
"..."
Yi Ran stared at the little girl in front of him as if she were an idiot.
He tried to hide it, but he wasn't an actor and couldn't concoct an expression of agreement.
"I'll buy one!" Perhaps Yi Ran's gaze was too hurtful, the little girl couldn't help but whisper.
"It's 398 yuan each, buy two get one free, are you sure you only want to buy one?"
"Yes, I only want one," the little girl answered confidently.
Yi Ran's gaze became even stranger.
"Wait, here's eight hundred yuan. Give me three." Zhu Yawen took out his money like a real man.
"Sissi, I'll give you one."
Yi Ran looked down at the eight hundred yuan handed to him.
He looked up at Zhu Yawen, then turned to look at Wang Yuyan.
He got it.
"Damn it, go line up yourself!"
Yi Ran turned and left.
This guy's main strategy for picking up girls is to cut his losses in time.
I've lost my chance.
Why would I try to please you?
Wouldn't it be better to change your goal?