"I can open a check for you right away."

"Five thousand yuan?" Song Baojun's chin almost fell to the ground. "Now, I'll find a better chicken woman outside to buy Ye at least, and it will cost 700 to 800 yuan. Five thousand yuan is only enough to buy Qiye. Do you want to send me this little money?"

Xu Youjun laughed silently: "Then how much do you think is more appropriate?"

"You have to give me at least one or two million!" Song Baojun was about to whisper, but suddenly he noticed that the other party's expression was as normal as usual, with almost no fluctuations. He also found that the red indicator light of the camera in the corner of the wall flashed, and his heart couldn't help but move, and he thought to himself that there was a fraud.

The other party's request to break up with Ye Jingchun was obviously extremely abrupt and ridiculous. But why did Lanming's company do this? It is likely to be using the camera to record the video. After Xu Youjun proposed a price code and Song Baojun agreed, the video would be "inadvertently" for Ye Jingchun to see it.

Even if the two have a deep relationship, the girl may not help but think: "You promised to break up with me for such a little money. It seems that you are not worth entrusting your life." It is equivalent to burying a time bomb, and the future breakup will be natural.

When Song Baojun thought of this, his face turned into a sneer that he would rather die than surrender: "One million? I'm delusional! Even if I have ten million, one hundred million will not be able to replace my sincere relationship with A Chun. Nothing can separate us! Mr. Xu, sorry, I'm disappointed you."

Xu Youjun said lightly: "Is that so? Then don't regret it in the future."

"Maybe I will give you a chance in a while..."

At this moment, Ye Jingchun walked out from the corner at the end of the corridor accompanied by Lu Jingliang and Lin Yong. Song Baojun had to suppress the word "***" and greet him and smiled, "A Chun, how is the interview done? (Present-minded work number Zhang Junbao, come and follow him)"

Ye Jingchun looked pretty good, with a smile on his face. He didn't feel surprised when he changed his words to call him Achun instead of the previous title of "Xiao Yezi". He said, "It's okay, Mr. Lu said that he would sign a contract next week. I haven't thought about it yet and are planning to discuss it with you."

Lu Jingliang behind him said, "Ms. Ye, after you go back, you think carefully with your family. Our company is very sincere, and we also have considerable strength and resources to do things. Unlike other brokerage companies, you can only write empty checks." This man didn't dare to stand too close to Ye Jingchun. The girl was wearing high heels, which made the person next to her too short.

Song Baojun nodded: "I will think carefully."

Lu Jingliang asked, "Who is this?"

Ye Jingchun introduced to both sides: "This is my man, male...boyfriend Song Baojun." Finally, he put this word on it, his face turned red. Fortunately, the lights in the corridor are dim and others cannot see them clearly. He also said: "Song Baojun, this is Lan Ming's General Lu and General Lin."

Song Baojun took the lead and reached out: "Song Baojun is here, thank you for your favor with A Chun."

Lu Jingliang let go of his grip and looked at Ye Jingchun and said, "Miss Ye, I hope we don't miss each other."

...

After saying goodbye, the two stood at the bus stop sign opposite the Terry Building and waited for the taxi.

The breeze was blowing, and the temperature was only over ten degrees in the late autumn night. Ye Jingchun was wearing only a thin dress. It felt a little uncomfortable to leave the warm building of the air-conditioning building, and he shrank his shoulders slightly.

The time for Song Baojun to show off was coming, so he took off his old suit jacket naturally, put it on Ye Jingchun and said, "Come on, feel the warmth of his boyfriend."

Ye Jingchun blushed, put his hands into his old coat, and hesitated, "I just told Mr. Lu that you are my boyfriend, but I made it up to deal with them. Don't take it to heart."

"Then I've gone to my heart. What should I do if I can't get out?" Song Baojun had not tried to be so ambiguous with a beautiful opposite sex. He said shamelessly: "If you admit that I am your boyfriend, I have been recording on my phone and automatically saved, converted into audio files, and sent to the mailboxes of all teachers and students in the school within 24 hours. Oh, I didn't expect that Song Baojun, a bachelor, finally had a girlfriend for more than 20 years."

Ye Jingchun felt embarrassed and said coquettishly: "Don't be sloppy!"

"Hehe." Song Baojun scratched his head and smirked.

Ye Jingchun smelled a nice masculine smell in his old clothes and asked: "What do you think of Lanming's company?"

"Isn't your ultimate goal to prove yourself? Now that it's proven, it doesn't make much sense to stay in their company."

Facing the empty streets at night, Ye Jingchun secretly glanced at Song Baojun with his eyes and bit his lower lip and said, "But I think the prospects Mr. Lu said are very touching. Since they recognize me so much, it would be a pity to quit easily. Do you think so?"

Song Baojun thought to himself that the girl had just succeeded in the interview from the company and was in a high mood. She was not good at pouring cold water on her face, and said, "Well, I want you to go back and ask for your family's opinions."

"Okay." Ye Jingchun was planning to end the topic, but then he said, "Actually, my parents would definitely not agree to me showing up in public, so I have to ask what you mean."

"I will support you." Song Baojun was perfunctory on the surface, but was thinking in his heart how to let Ye Jingchun give up the idea of ​​entering the entertainment industry.

When they returned to school, they had a casual midnight snack at a small street stall on the side of the road. Song Baojun then sent the long-legged tall girl to the downstairs of the girls' dormitory. Ye Jingchun was wearing his old coat.

...

At noon the next day, Song Baojun took the betting order to find the dealer to get money.

The boy who gave this list was named Geng Donghan, and the fat man in charge was named Dai Gang. They were both third-year students in the engineering surveying major of the School of Civil Engineering.

Song Baojun dialed in according to the phone number marked on the order to ask about the money. The other party was silent for a while and said, "I am at No. 346, 55th Floor, West Campus. Come here, bring your ID card and bank account number."

Most of the West Campus are departments of science and engineering, and the buildings are very new, twice as many as those of liberal arts departments. Song Baojun was riding a mountain bike and staggering behind the No. 5 bus. He saw a group of people from the School of Mechanical Engineering wearing white basketball sportswear and jogging towards the gymnasium. Su Linheng was leading the way with a stainless steel whistle in his mouth.

Song Baojun accelerated his pedal and passed the steel group, braked at the front of the team with a slap, and said with a smile: "Oh, where are the silly people who are crazy at noon?"

Everyone stopped together. Seeing that it was this evil star, Su Linheng dared not speak out for a moment, and held back his anger and said, "We have a basketball game in the afternoon."

"Last year's third place in the league also had to sharpen the guns and exercise temporarily?"

Su Linheng said coldly: "Respecting any opponent is our principle."

"If eight people are considering the trouble of one person after the October Gala performance, I would like to respect you too." Song Baojun supported the ground with one foot and put the other foot on the pedal, and said slowly.

Members of the Iron and Steel Group saw a large circle of dark iron chains wrapped around the front of the mountain bike, and everyone's faces changed color at the moment.

Just as it was extremely embarrassing, Gao Jihui in the crowd smiled first: "Brother Jun is so handsome in riding a bicycle, and his words are even more powerful. He used rich body language to explain to us the school's spirit of being virtuous and self-improvement. People like Brother Jun have always been the object of our generation's view. Do I need me to pick up soap for you?"

Su Linheng shouted in shame: "Shut up! Flatter!"

Song Baojun supported his bicycle and laughed: "Don't be nervous, I just want to ask you the way, where is Building 55?"

Su Linheng snorted: "At the intersection of the bronze seismometer in front, two hundred meters south of the intersection, there are three locust trees next to it, the dormitory of Building 55, and there are building numbers at the entrance of the corridor. Pay attention to the observation yourself."

"Oh, thank you." Song Baojun rode his car and left, throwing him away from a distance: "Don't lose too well in the basketball game in the afternoon. I've put a heavy bet on your opponent."

Gao Jihui waved his hand and kept saying, "Brother Jun is good to go all the way! Go to our dormitory for a while when you have time!"

After a long time, Su Linheng sputtered on the ground with a strong phlegm: "Gao Jihui, you are a substitute today!"

Following the instructions, Song Baojun went up to the third floor.

If there are more men and fewer women in science and engineering, then civil engineering is basically a major for men. There are more than ten majors in the college, with 24 classes in four grades and more than 1,000 students. Among them, the number of women is less than double digits, and they are all stupid and rough and black, even more manly than men.

There are many people who have not spoken to girls in one or two semesters, and there is no need to talk more about them if they can’t make friends. Therefore, students in civil engineering also ridiculed themselves as “men among men”, and even the corridor is full of a strong scent of silk.

The entrance of the corridor was filled with instant noodles barrels and beer bottles, dirty toilet paper and broken cans. A shriveled inflatable doll was pressed down at the bottom, emitting a foul smell. The boys looked as usual and ignored it.

For a moment, Song Baojun felt that his Chinese-based dormitory building looked like heaven.

I resisted my discomfort and found Room 346 and knocked on the door. Someone said in a rough voice: "Come in!"

The layout inside is similar to that of the Chinese-based dormitory. There are four bunks, divided into two floors, top of which is a bed, bottom of which is a cabinet, desk and computer. There is a lot of clothes hanging in the middle aisle, including the down jacket in winter, which is already covered in dust. It is obviously because I am too lazy and I have never thought about cleaning it up since I hung it in the last winter.

There is a stack of wine bottles in the open space at the door, and there is a orange-red plastic instrument box on it, with the label saying "Level" on it. There are two rulers on the corner on the other side, and the wall opposite is covered with large-scale photo posters of Japanese celebrities Shinnosuke Nohara and Rie Miyazawa.
Chapter completed!