Losing Money to Be a Tycoon

After sending Lin Chang off, Pei Qian quickly received a notification of payment.

It was a total of three hundred thousand yuan. All of it went into Pei Qian's Personal Wealth.

It was obvious that the System would not be bothered if others gave Pei Qian money. As long as it was reasonable for him to keep the money and others would not become suspicious of the existence of the System, everything would be alright.

However, Pei Qian could not spend all of this money. He had to take a portion out and use it as fees for props. He could not be stingy with this either.

To put it bluntly, he had to do this so that Lin Chang would not grow suspicious of Pei Qian.

Pei Qian could not take this sum of money and splurge on himself. If Lin Chang did not hear a sound from him after that, it would not look reasonable.

There was a possibility that Lin Chang would not care how Pei Qian spent this three hundred thousand yuan. However, there was also a possibility that he would. One could not be too sure.

If Lin Chang began to ask questions, Pei Qian had to have a reasonable answer. Although the possibility of this happening was not high, he had to err on the side of caution.

Thus, Pei Qian set aside two hundred thousand yuan as remuneration and left a hundred thousand yuan to buy props. He had to put on an act and produce something.

This project was bound to fail, but that did not matter. Lin Chang was well-prepared to make ducks and drakes of this three hundred thousand yuan.

Pei Qian just had to act as if he did not really need this money, and he was just playing around. As long as Lin Chang did not grow suspicious, he would be alright.

He looked at the three hundred thousand yuan sitting quietly in his bank card. Then, he looked at the remaining sum in his Personal Wealth—slightly more than 370,000 yuan. Pei Qian could not help but feel sorrowful.

He had expended so much effort in running his company and earning ten million yuan, and yet he could only convert it to a hundred thousand yuan. On the other hand, casually running a side business easily earned him two hundred thousand yuan.

After discovering this method of playing punk, there seemed to be even fewer reasons for Pei Qian to convert Personal Wealth from profit.

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July 1st…

Pei Qian opened his laptop and checked his own grades.

Yes, I just barely passed everything…

"I feel like I've been infected by Old Ma. Forget it. I still have to think of ways to lose money. I have no more energy to think about academics. It's good enough that I managed to pass."

Pei Qian comforted himself.

He was studying for a major in humanities. His examinations mainly required him to memorize huge amounts of content. Therefore, it was not difficult for him to pass even though he only put in an effort at the last minute.

Pei Qian did not want to drop out of school now.

It was not that he desired a graduation certificate. To him, the graduation certificate would be useless. However, the main problem was… he would have nothing else to do if he dropped out of school.

These days, Pei Qian had been attending classes out of obligation. Whenever he felt lazy, he would go to his rented apartment to take a nap or play some games. It was only when the settlement was nearing that he had to keep a closer eye on the company and work hard to incur losses.

Even if he did drop out of school, he would be cooping himself up in the rented apartment all day. There would be no huge change in his life.

What's more, Pei Qian did not want to expose his own identity.

Currently, many people around Pei Qian—including a few of his classmates—knew that Pei Qian had starred in Boss Pei's Daily Life. They took him as an internet celebrity. However, none of them were aware that he was the boss of Tengda.

Pei Qian had three main worries.

First, he was worried about his parents.

Second, he was worried that if his classmates found out he was a boss, their relationship with him would become a mess. Then, Pei Qian could expect people to approach him for jobs or money every day. That would be extremely annoying.

Third, although Pei Qian was a boss, the amount of money he could actually use in his Personal Wealth was too little. He was afraid that people who hated the rich or who were extremely hot-headed would have their eyes on him and wait for opportunities to blow small conflicts.

Pei Qian could not reveal the existence of the System. Thus, he wanted to avoid unnecessary trouble. As much as possible, he wanted to keep his identity hidden from others and minimize risks.

He was living in relative comfort these days. For now, Pei Qian had no plans to change his lifestyle.

Of course, if he could lose millions of yuan every once in a while, it would be great.

The holidays were approaching. Many classmates who had completed their examinations and checked their results had gone home in advance. Yet, for Pei Qian, the week of trying hard to incur losses had just begun.

Pei Qian was prepared to make a list of the various projects he had on hand. He wanted to analyze their profit and loss situation and come up with a plan to incur more losses.

He created a digital spreadsheet and wrote two lines of words. Then, he ran a search for some information. Finally, out of habit, he entered Aili Island's website and began to catch up on some shows he had been watching.

Without realizing it, an hour had passed.

"Eh, what did I want to do just now?" Pei Qian suddenly thought about this question.

At that moment, Pei Qian's phone rang. When he saw the name displayed on his phone, he hesitated.

"Er… Teacher Zhang?"

It was his Zhang Wei, one of the instructors at his university.

Pei Qian felt slightly confused as to why Zhang Wei was calling him.

He had not taken on any roles in school. With grades like his, he guessed that he would not qualify for any scholarships or awards either. As for the other things… they were even more unlikely.

Zhang Wei sounded very kind. "Pei Qian, I heard that you starred in a small-scale show, and you even joined a workspace. You're doing pretty well, right?"

A realization dawned on Pei Qian. Oh, he's asking about Fei Huang Workspace.

His classmates knew that he had starred in Boss Pei's Daily Life and that he normally could not be found in the dormitory all year round. Thus, his classmates thought that he had been busy with this project. News of this must have reached Zhang Wei through various channels.

Pei Qian immediately admitted this. "That's right. Is there something wrong, Teacher Zhang?"

"Not bad, not bad. I noticed you've always been quite well-hidden. It turns out that you have been busy with your career. Even so, you've been able to maintain your excellent grades. Good job!"

What the hell did he mean by 'excellent grades'?!

I clearly barely passed…

Zhang Wei's exaggerated praise made Pei Qian feel like something was wrong.

This was normal. Instructors in other universities could not be bothered about their students' grades. Comparatively, they cared much more about their employment rate.

There was a good chance that someone like Pei Qian would immediately be able to find a job upon graduation. The employment rate was of no concern to him whatsoever. As an instructor at the university, there was not much for Zhang Wei to be worried about.

Zhang Wei must have had a motive for praising Pei Qian in this manner.

"It's like this. It's almost graduation season. Some outstanding students in their final year in our university have not managed to find a job. I am wondering if you could make a recommendation to the boss of your workspace and try to get them one."

Outstanding students? You're talking to the wrong person.

Instinctively, Pei Qian tried to shift the responsibility. "Can't they go through the recruitment drives organized by the school?"

Zhang Wei cleared his throat and said, "Recruitment drives by the school… I guess they have not found suitable jobs for them. Otherwise, the problem would not have dragged until now."

A realization dawned on Pei Qian.

Oh, they haven't found jobs!

It was obvious now that referring to these students as 'outstanding' was just a tactful way of speech. Pei Qian nearly misunderstood Zhang Wei. In actual fact, they were the leftover students after the school's recruitment drives were completed.

Handong University was a key university, and their employment rate was about 90%. However, it was expected that a small group of students would not be able to find a job upon graduation.

What's more, this 90% was an overstatement. After all, each year was termed the 'most difficult season for graduates'. It was extremely difficult to find a job that one would be satisfied with. Most students settled for jobs temporarily and quit after two or three months.

People who worked under their relative's wing were also considered employed.

To the university—and especially to instructors like Zhang Wei, increasing the employment rate was extremely difficult. One could say that these employment rates acted like report cards for the university and for the instructors. They had to think of all sorts of ways and means to improve it.

Apart from pushing their students to participate actively in recruitment drives, they would also reach out to various companies. Each graduate that they could get employed was a win.

Obviously, Zhang Wei had figured out that Pei Qian had connections to the man in charge of Fei Huang Workspace. He wanted to try his luck and get the remaining students employed. At the very least, he wanted to help one or two of those students enter the company.

Although the chances were not high, there was a possibility he would succeed.

Pei Qian could not help but rejoice. You've approached the right person, then!

Handong University was a key university. People who could enter it weren't all that stupid. That was a fact.

However, now, the people whom Zhang Wei was recommending were all people who had been rejected by other industries!

It was graduation season, and it was July. People who would go on to postgraduate studies were already celebrating their holidays. People who had found jobs had already begun or were going to begin soon. Those preparing to re-take their examinations had already informed their instructors as well.

Now, the name list in Zhang Wei's hands contained people who wanted to find jobs and who had gone through multiple interviews without receiving any offers.

Didn't that align with Pei Qian's requirements completely?

Pei Qian immediately answered, "Don't worry, Teacher. Count on me. Why don't you send me the name list? Perhaps I will inform them to come down to the company for an interview."

Zhang Wei did not expect Pei Qian to agree so quickly. "Ah, alright."

After exchanging some more pleasantries, Pei Qian hung up.

Soon after, Zhang Wei sent these people's resumes to Pei Qian via email.