Tang Tingyue slowly drank another cup of tea, breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to look to confirm that he was gone, then took out his mobile phone and made a call.

A middle-aged man's voice soon came over the phone: "Hello, Old Tang?"

Tang Tingyue said with a smile: "Hey, Lao Zhang, I want to ask you something."

"Ah, you said."

"What procedures are required to register a company in our district now? What is the process?"

"What, you've made up your mind to try something new?"

Lao Zhang over there looked very familiar with him, and said with a smile: "Yes, I will give you my full support, and I will definitely give you all the support I can. If you ask me, with your ability, there is no need to take advantage of this..."

"No, I am a student who wants to start a business. He asked me for help. I originally wanted to register a company in another district. I thought that the school is in Haidian and you are not there, so I persuaded him to stop.

Already..."

His words were a bit baffling, but Lao Zhang over there was obviously very experienced. He paused and asked, "What are you going to do as a student?"

"He said he wanted to make a mobile phone."

"……cell phone?"

"Yes, technology company."

"student?"

"right."

Lao Zhang over there was silent for two seconds, and then asked: "How much money can he invest?"

"He said it was five hundred million."

"..."

Lao Zhang over there took a breath, "Student?"

"Well, this kid has been doing ink at my place since the beginning of school. It's been two years. To be honest these days, he has quite a big appetite and wants me to work for him..."

"...Well, let's not talk about this for now. He wants to register a company, right?"

Lao Zhang interrupted him over there, "Well, you give me his phone number and I'll get someone to handle it right away... 500 million?"

"Don't worry, no one can escape."

"That's good. I'll treat you to tea later. It's good tea!"

"OK."

"Call me."

Tang Tingyue hung up the phone and then sat there stiffly, his expression becoming a little embarrassed.

Only then did he realize that he didn't have Wei Qingfan's phone number at all.

Of course, this is not difficult. Tang Tingyue was looking through the address book for counselor Wei Qingfan's phone number when he heard another gentle knock on the door.

He turned around and looked over, and saw the boy standing at the door, looking at him.

Tang Tingyue looked at Wei Qingfan, and Wei Qingfan looked at him, walked over with a dry smile, and said: "Director Tang, I just forgot something...does our school have entrepreneurship support?"

Tang Tingyue didn't know if he heard the call he just made, but anyway, this was originally a deal between the two of them. He got the favor and he got the recommendation list. He didn't feel guilty at all. He said angrily: "You still lack this little support.

Funds?”

Wei Qingfan smiled and said: "No matter how small a mosquito's legs are, they are still meat. After all, I am also a member of our school. I will really make something famous in the future. This is also the achievement of our school leaders, right?"

He didn't ask for it, but Tang Tingyue wanted to give it, but he became more and more unhappy with this boy's character. He always felt like he was looking in the mirror. He was as shameless as himself at a young age. He waved his hand and said: "I know, it's indispensable.

Your... let's go, let's go."

"Hey, thank you, Director Tang, you are such a good person."

Tang Tingyue always felt that he was cursing, but he couldn't care less, so he had to hold back his breath and wave his hands.

Fortunately, Wei Qingfan finally got out this time. He frowned and sat on the sofa, lost in thought. He didn't come back to his senses until his cell phone rang.

"Didn't I ask you to send me your mobile phone number? I've already called people over, and I'm just waiting for your number..."

"Right now, I was busy and forgot."

Tang Tingyue hung up the phone, and then dialed the number of counselor Wei Qingfan, "Hey, Teacher Chen, is there a student named Wei Qingfan in Class 1, sophomore year?"

"I really don't know this..."

The counselor on the other side of the phone, Chen Qinglin, was confused and asked quickly: "Do you have anything to do with him?"

"Oh, it's nothing... Do you have his phone number here? I have something to ask him about."

"Then why don't I ask my classmates and send it to you later."

"Hey, okay."

Chen Qinglin hung up the phone, still confused. He mainly dealt with class cadres of various grades, and had no impression of this Wei Qingfan at all.

While thinking about it, Chen Qinglin dialed the number of Xu Zhixiang, who is now the monitor of Class 1, a sophomore.

"Hello, Teacher Chen?"

"Hey, Zhixiang, is there a student in your class named Wei Qingfan?"

"Ah, yes, we are in the same dormitory, he is in A, I am in B... What's wrong, Teacher Chen?"

"It's good if you have it. Director Tang suddenly called me and asked for his phone number, but I don't have it...then send me his phone number."

"Okay, okay, I'll send it to you right now."

"Hey, okay."

On the other side of the phone, Chen Qinglin put down his phone and looked at the classmates in front of him, "Which of you has Wei Qingfan's phone number?"

The school sports meeting is about to begin, and the class committee members headed by him are having a meeting in a milk tea shop.

As a life committee member, Jiang Qinghuai, who is in charge of class fees, was also there. Hearing this, he said, "I want you to save it."

She read Wei Qingfan's number again and asked, "Teacher Chen wants it? Why does he want Wei Qingfan's phone number?"

"I'm wondering too."

Xu Zhixiang sent the number first, and then explained with some confusion: "Teacher Chen said that it seems that the department chair wants Wei Qingfan's phone number..."

A group of class committee members looked at each other and looked at each other.

Xu Zhixiang looked at a boy next to him, "Zhao Yu, aren't you and Wei Qingfan from the same dormitory? Do you know?"

"We are not in the same dormitory. He is A and I am B."

Zhao Yu, who lives in 307B, looked a little unhappy, "Besides, it's not like you don't know what Wei Qingfan is like. He is so withdrawn. He only sees people in class all day long, and after class, he goes to Peking University to accompany his daughter.

Even though he is a friend, I haven’t even said a few words to him.”

Jiang Qinghuai said: "Wei Qingfan is not so lonely."

Zhao Yu curled his lips and said, "That may be because my grades are not good. People don't like to talk to me."

When the military training just started, Zhao Yu showed positive performance. When he learned that Wei Qingfan had not even joined a club, he even tried to persuade Wei Qingfan enthusiastically. Later, he found that this person was really unmotivated, could not hold up the wall with mud, and was still powerful, so he

He secretly disdains Wei Qingfan.

Later, he actively mobilized his classmates to enthusiastically sign up for various activities in the school, such as singing, debating, speeches, sports and even volunteer activities, and even called them by name one by one. However, Wei Qingfan still refused to go.

He became more and more contemptuous of this man.

Jiang Qinghuai was well aware of the last incident, so he stopped arguing with Zhao Yu and turned to ask Xu Zhixiang: "Hey, did Teacher Chen tell me what the director wanted to do with Wei Qingfan?"

Xu Zhixiang shook his head and said, "No, just let me send him my number."

"Why does the department chair want Wei Qingfan's number?"

"Who knows?"

"It shouldn't be a bad thing, right?"

Wei Qingfan's "Humble Flying Wings" was very successful, and the classmates in the class had a relatively negative impression of him, but they all knew that there was such a classmate in the class, and most of them didn't have a bad impression.

Several top-level classmates even had a pretty good relationship with him, so during the discussion, some people expressed concern.

Jiang Qinghuai was also a little strange. He didn't know what trouble that guy had caused, but he didn't say anything and curled his lips quietly.

————

Wei Qingfan returned to the dormitory satisfied.

Frankly speaking, Tang Tingyue is not as shameless as he originally thought. This is probably related to his current status as a student at Beihang University, which is much easier to deal with than the Tang Tingyue he remembered in his previous life.

Next, let’s see how valuable the list given by this piece of shit is.

With his three roommates gone, Wei Qingfan put down his schoolbag, walked around the physical training corridor, and then walked all the way to Peking University except the school.

Li Miaoyu's fourth class was full, so he waited downstairs. Soon he saw some classmates from Li Miaoyu's class coming out among the crowd.

"Hey, are you here to show your affection again?"

The girls who knew him laughed and teased him, and some boys curled their lips and said, "You are like this all day long, and you are not afraid of getting beaten."
To be continued...