Reborn: Billionaire in College

Chapter 16 Business Negotiated
Attending the freshman convention is no different from being in jail. Leaders give speeches one after another, and representatives of senior students and freshmen give them another round of stabs. The freshmen below are tanned like frosted eggplants.

After finally getting out of prison, it was already 9:30 in the morning, and I rushed to class for a class meeting.

When I arrived at the class, the counselor Zhu Guangtong was already standing on the podium, staring at the floor and pacing back and forth waiting for everyone to arrive.

Chen Pingjiang, Dong Tinghui and Zhao Shaoyang were the last to come back to the classroom after going to the toilet.

The two little boys felt a little timid under the gazes of the whole class. They didn't dare to look anyone in the eye and quickly ran to their dormitory row.

Chen Pingjiang, who had some qualities of a social bull, walked at a steady pace, looking around the class as he walked, and looked into the eyes of each girl without flinching.

Dong Tinghui and the other man were already seated when Chen Pingjiang walked to the first row. He felt a mixture of admiration and envy, but also cursed the bastards.

Zhu Guangtong had a square face and wore glasses. He was gentle and looked about 31 or 32 years old. He coughed and cleared his throat when he saw Chen Pingjiang sit down.

"My name is Zhu Guangtong, and I'm the counselor of your Business Administration Class 4."

Next came some school rules, such as not being allowed to stay out overnight in the freshman year, not being allowed to use hot water heaters in the dormitory, etc. We were also notified of the precautions for military training and were required to join the class QQ group.

The last part is the self-introduction, which is quite old-fashioned but necessary.

You need to introduce yourself at the first class meeting, and you also need to introduce yourself when you sign up for a club or student union. The military training instructor will also ask you to introduce yourself.

The gap between people begins with self-introduction.

The timid and socially anxious students walked up to the podium with evasive gazes or simply lowered their heads. This is a sign of lack of confidence, and the format is also the same old format.

Boys and girls who are a little more confident dare to say a few more words, stay on the podium longer, add their own specialties after the standard format, etc.

Whenever there are pretty or handsome girls or boys, the classroom will be filled with chatter.

Chen Pingjiang crossed his legs and didn't listen carefully.

"Cong Nini is still better. That dress is so beautiful. It gives people the feeling of first love."

"You can only like this kind of young girl with such a good nose. Look at Qin Bei, she has a good figure and is pretty."

"You know nothing. Old Chen said last night that Cong Nini is pure lust. Qin Bei took off her makeup, so she can't scare you to death."

The first class meeting ended in a noisy atmosphere.

Chen Pingjiang did not return to the dormitory, but walked out of the school gate wearing sunglasses.

During the summer vacation, he searched on Baidu for several clothing factories near college students and identified one that recycled old camouflage uniforms. He thought there would be similar investment advertisements on the school bulletin board, and then he would compare prices and choose one of them, but unfortunately he didn't see it.

Chen Pingjiang had already planned to recycle old camouflage uniforms as his first business after entering school. The simple reason was that he had done so in his previous life.

Some well-connected clothing factories will recycle old camouflage uniforms, wash them, and then sell them to workers on construction sites. However, the fabric of the camouflage uniforms used for training is very poor and is useless except for being resistant to getting dirty.

It was already noon when I took a taxi to the Zhisheng Garment Factory in Ma Qun. I explained to the guard for a long time before I could enter the factory.

The scale of the factory is not large, which is predictable. Big factories would not look down on such small businesses. The factory building is dilapidated, with various garbage piled up randomly, and there are not many workers at mealtime.

I found the factory director's office. The door was open. The office was not very big and was rather simple.

A man in his forties had his legs on the desk, a cigarette in his mouth, playing Minesweeper on the computer. He turned around and glanced at Chen Pingjiang when he heard the noise. "Who are you looking for?"

Chen Pingjiang smiled and took out the Huazi and scattered them around, then said, "I called you before. Our factory recycles old camouflage uniforms from students after military training. I'd like to cooperate with you."

The man retracted his crossed legs, sat up, and asked casually, "Which school are you from?"

"Dongcai."

"Xianlin campus, right? There are already people doing this in your school." After saying that, the man turned his head and continued to clear mines.

"There are two to three thousand freshmen this year. He can't accept them all by himself."

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "That's true, but he also has a lot of subordinates."

Chen Pingjiang approached the middle-aged man and politely took out his lighter to light his cigarette. The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment before he leaned over to light the cigarette.

"If you haven't signed a contract, what's the difference between me collecting it and him collecting it?" Chen Pingjiang calmly took out a cigarette and lit it for himself.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "You really don't look like a college student. But you have to give me a reason to convince me, otherwise why should I give you the business?"

Chen Pingjiang raised his eyebrows, "Boss, let me be honest. You are only responsible for recycling. As for who provided these goods, you don't have to care. He and I teamed up to recycle all the old camouflage uniforms of the University of Finance and Economics. It's a good thing for you, too. It's better than handing them over to our competitors, right? Even if we have a conflict with the other party, it doesn't involve you. Healthy competition is always better than monopolizing the market and bargaining with you." Chen Pingjiang's words directly spoke from the perspective of the garment factory and touched the hearts of the middle-aged people.

The office fell silent. The middle-aged man smoked a cigarette. After a long while, he said thoughtfully, "To the outside, I will not admit my cooperation with you. Just like you said, I don't care about the process, I only care about the result. However, the recycling price is five yuan lower than the other party. Oh, the general market recycling price is twenty yuan."

Chen Pingjiang knew that the market recycling price of 20 yuan was fine. "It's OK to lower it by 5 yuan, but you have to cancel your cooperation with him."

The middle-aged man shook his head. "That student is quite powerful. He is from your school's student union. We can't cancel the cooperation."

Chen Pingjiang spread his hands and said, "There's nothing I can do. If I lower the price by five yuan, I still have to compete with him. He will just raise the recycling price, and I will be out of luck. It would be a waste of my time to compete with him."

"Okay, what you said makes sense. Just as you said at the beginning, your quantity needs to be twice as much as the other party, otherwise the recycling price will be five dollars lower than his." The middle-aged man slammed the hammer, finalizing the decision.

Chen Pingjiang was very smart and after thinking about it he understood why the other party suddenly gave in.

This is an upright conspiracy.

If Chen Pingjiang only collected one or two hundred sets, even if each set was five yuan cheaper, it would not be very meaningful. Instead of doing this, it would be better to agree to Chen Pingjiang's conditions, but set him a bet. In order to earn the extra five yuan, Chen Pingjiang would definitely work hard to recycle the old military training uniforms, but there were so many freshmen in the University of Finance and Economics, and the middle-aged man did not believe that Chen Pingjiang, who suddenly appeared, could recycle twice as many military training uniforms as the other party.

If the amount fails to exceed the limit, the garment factory will make a small profit. Even if Chen Pingjiang completes the gambling agreement, the garment factory will not suffer any loss.

Two peaches kill three warriors.

Chen Pingkang shrugged. With the ticket to board the ship, the rest depends on each person's ability. He extended his right hand and said, "Happy cooperation!"

(End of this chapter)