nucmednet Chapter 9 Beijing Dance Academy
Chapter 9 Beijing Dance Academy
"Stop knocking, Brother Liang won't hear you."
"Then I'll make a call."
"No need!" Wu Hao waved his hand.
He bent down, lifted a small stone block next to the door, and pulled out a key from underneath.
"Hey, open the gate, throw me the key and put it back."
After opening the courtyard gate, Yi Ran couldn't help but laugh, "Hey—! Brother Liang is really carefree. Isn't he afraid of his house being raided?"
Wu Hao shook his head, without explaining that it was actually his Uncle Dong who did this unreliable thing.
"Are you two crazy?!"
"It's Saturday, what the hell time is it?"
Huang Yiliang, looking grumpy from just waking up, squatted by the small pond in the yard, brushing his teeth while holding a wash cup.
He was coding until 4 a.m. last night and was sleeping soundly when he vaguely dreamed of Teacher Su. But he was suddenly woken up by these two bastards in front of him.
But youthful energy is great; after only a few hours of sleep, I didn't feel tired at all.
It stands tall and proud.
"Brother Liang, it's already eight o'clock." Yi Ran complained as he placed the breakfast he had bought on the small table, "Haozi's mom woke us both up at six o'clock."
Huang Yiliang washed his face and looked at Yi Ran: "You didn't go back to school last night?"
"Why go back? Won't that interfere with making money?" Yi Ran eagerly opened the breakfast for Huang Yiliang.
After clearing the accounts yesterday,
As usual, Huang Yiliang gave Wu Hao and Yi Ran 1,000 yuan each, which thrilled the two guys.
Wu Hao was in a better position, since he had already received payment once.
This was Yi Ran's first time. The key point was that this guy had done many part-time jobs before. He worked himself to the bone tutoring children for a whole day and only earned 60 yuan. In comparison, following Brother Liang was a much more promising path.
He spent the whole night with Wu Hao to avoid being late for work today.
"By the way, Brother Liang, our school is holding its 50th anniversary celebration at the Great Hall of the People next Monday. I won't have time that day," Yi Ran suddenly said.
Before Huang Yiliang could speak, Wu Hao's eyes widened in shock.
"Seriously?! Your Communication University of China is that awesome? You're going to book out the Great Hall of the People for your anniversary celebration?"
Huang Yiliang nodded. He remembered that the year he enrolled was the 50th anniversary of the founding of the Communication University of China, and the anniversary celebration was indeed held at the Great Hall of the People.
However, not everyone can participate. Yi Ran obviously got the spot as a student representative, which is quite impressive.
"Let's clear out the stock in the next couple of days. Everyone, please take this time and work hard," Huang Yiliang said after thinking for a moment.
He has decided to register a company.
MP3 shipments far exceeded his expectations, and if this continued, he would easily be reported by those who were envious.
"No problem! When I get back to school, I'll bring a few people from the publicity department over to train them a bit," Yi Ran said, patting his chest.
Huang Yiliang glared at Yi Ran with annoyance.
"Tell them that if they are willing to work part-time while studying, they can start with 100 yuan a day. Next week, I will revise the sales plan and then renegotiate the payment."
"No problem!" Yi Ran immediately raised his hand in agreement.
Huang Yiliang already had a vague idea in his mind, but he hadn't fully thought it through yet.
"Rat, are you sure you can handle the Beijing Film Academy all by yourself today?"
Huang Yiliang looked at Wu Hao: "Temporarily stop taking orders and finish shipping the goods ordered yesterday first."
Wu Hao nodded and said, "No problem, I also think we should suspend reservations. Yesterday, several idiots were still hesitating and waiting for us to lower the price."
"The point is to let them know that events don't happen all the time, and see if they panic then."
"Well--!"
Huang Yiliang couldn't answer that question. Digital products will definitely see their prices decrease over time as they are upgraded and improved.
"We'll leave things at the Communication University of China to you."
Huang Yiliang gave Yiran 500 yuan as marketing expenses for their publicity department.
He had already warned Yi Ran and Wu Hao that any special expenses could be paid by themselves, but they were absolutely not allowed to misappropriate the money from selling MP3s.
Huang Yiliang is going to the Beijing Dance Academy today.
He was worried because he had too much stock on hand. Huang Haidong took several thousand more items from the factory in Dongguan and sent back a few MP4 players that the manufacturer had given him as a gift, saying that these things were very popular in the south now.
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Beijing Dance Academy.
Huang Yiliang had just driven his car to the school gate and was looking for a parking spot.
A black Volkswagen braked beside him, and then the door opened, and seven brightly dressed female students got out.
Holy crap, this is seriously overloaded!
"Hey! Handsome, want to come to our school?"
"I can cover for you!" a heavily made-up young woman said with a coquettish smile.
"No need, I'm waiting for someone, thank you!" Huang Yiliang declined with a smile.
Even strong perfume can't mask the smell of alcohol left overnight.
This group of girls had clearly been partying all night and were only now returning to their dorms.
Although the country's economy had just taken off in 04, it had already created a group of people who got rich first. With money, they naturally had to follow suit with entertainment.
In the south there are "New East Tai Entertainment City" and "Prince Hotel", while in Beijing there are "Heaven on Earth" and "Flower City Nightclub".
These beautiful young ladies with their exquisite makeup certainly couldn't have spent the whole night in a factory tightening screws.
"Hmph! I wonder which cunning vixen pretending to be innocent hooked up with him again. It's infuriating."
"Sigh—! I'm so envious. I could pretend to be innocent too!"
Huang Yiliang watched the girls' chattering backs speechlessly.
Yes, you can be patriotic too.
Why so loud? It's like you're afraid I won't hear you.
"They did it on purpose," Zhou Mengdie said irritably. "Sure enough, none of these girls who study art school are decent people."
"You're exaggerating too much. Don't generalize!" Huang Yiliang said hypocritically.
"Keep pretending! When you came back yesterday afternoon, didn't you see those luxury cars with drinks on their roofs in front of the Beijing Film Academy? Don't tell me you don't know what that means." Zhou Mengdie sneered disdainfully.
Huang Yiliang did not refute, knowing that he had no secrets from Zhou Mengdie before he turned eighteen.
"Hey! Sister Xixi, it's me, Liangzi. I'm at your school gate."
Huang Yiliang tried to communicate with the security guard for a while, but the guard refused to let him in. So he had no choice but to call Qianqian, whom Huang Haidong had mentioned.
A short while later, a beautiful woman with wavy hair and sunglasses came out.
"You're Huang Yiliang?" The wavy-haired beauty stared at Huang Yiliang for a few moments.
"Yes—!" Huang Yiliang quickly straightened his expression.
This is my father's daughter; I wouldn't dare have any disrespectful thoughts about her.
The woman in front of me is only slightly above average in looks, but her figure is truly amazing, almost as stunning as Liu Yan's.
"Hello Mr. Wang, I'm Lin Xiaotong, a third-year student in the musical theatre program. He's delivering performance props to our class. Could you please open the door for me?" Lin Xiaotong showed her student ID.
"No need for that expression. I'm not that close to your dad, so what's so strange about using a pseudonym?" Lin Xiaotong said matter-of-factly.
"Yes, yes, that's normal!"
Huang Yiliang didn't expose them. The young ladies who went to hotels with his father all used fake names, and some even forgot who was who the next day. Anyone can play along.
"But are you really Uncle Dong's son?" Lin Xiaotong looked at Huang Yiliang, who was driving, with curiosity.
"Is he more handsome than him?" Huang Yiliang couldn't help but blurt out.
Lin Xiaotong rolled her eyes.
"You're both shameless. Now I believe you're father and son."
"Turn left ahead. I've found a performance hall for our musical theatre class that you can use on Saturdays and Sundays."
"Okay, thank you, Sister Xixi." Huang Yiliang thanked her sweetly.
"Sisi, this is breakfast I bought especially for you. I didn't know what you liked, so I picked out a few things."
The breakfast that Yiran bought was simply not enough.
These breakfasts that Huang Yiliang is now buying were originally for himself.
"Thanks! Need any help?" Lin Xiaotong asked casually.
"Absolutely! Thank you, Sister Xixi, you're such a kind person, thank you so much." Huang Yiliang said, feigning gratitude.
Lin Xiaotong: "..."