Chapter 1240: Chapter 830: Teacher Appreciation Banquet (Part 2)

Upon hearing this, Li Lanying had a moment of clarity. She thought it might work; at least it stopped the spreading fire.

"Alright, I’ll give it a try."

....

The next day.

On the way to the international airport, Jiang Nian marveled at the success of Li Lanying’s maneuver.

He was "sent away," partly due to Li Qingrong’s approval.

After all, Li Lanying was back.

It’s inconvenient.

"When will you come?" Li Qingrong sat in the backseat, holding Jiang Nian’s hand, "August?"

"That depends on your sister," Jiang Nian said, "If she doesn’t let me come, there’s nothing I can do."

Li Qingrong understood and nodded.

"Mm."

"Guess I’ll only see you when school starts." Li Qingrong’s face showed little expression, appearing cool.

The driver in front shook his head.

Poor thing.

Another tragic story of love hindered—the parents are tough enough, but the sister just has to interfere?

Upon hearing "see you when school starts," Jiang Nian’s eyelid twitched involuntarily.

"Alright."

"See you when school starts" really means you must meet once before then, or else it’s all over.

No encrypted communication out of nowhere here.

Yet it all made sense somehow.

Before parting, Li Qingrong ignored others nearby. She came forward, hugged him, and kissed for a bit on tiptoe.

"Remember to come find me."

"Mm."

Flights land and depart, clouds rise and fall.

Yuhang.

Jiang Nian came out of the airport, the air stiflingly hot. A recent evening rain left the ground damp.

No, what was the point of this trip?

He shook his head, too lazy to think about it. Though the Beijing trip wasn’t solely about beds.

Living in Beijing isn’t easy, but there must be a place to stay.

The problem arises: everything costs money. Let’s not even mention million-dollar houses in Beijing—they won’t have it easier elsewhere.

After all, you can’t just stay in a hotel.

Despite boasting about "booking rooms" in high school, he hadn’t realized he’d need a hotel for life’s major events.

Anyway, home is relatively clean.

Um.....

Twice the physical exertion, multiple times the pressure. In some sense, it’s fair enough.

"Back already?" Zhao Qiuxue came by one evening, curious, "Why the rush?"

"Just a small matter. Are there many orders these days?"

"Many."

Broaching the topic, Zhao Qiuxue almost laughed in exasperation, "You said at most a dozen orders, thought I could manage alone."

"In the end, I nearly couldn’t pack them all."

"That much of an exaggeration?"

The day he flew to Beijing was the fifth day, returning on the seventh, so probably around twenty orders total.

"Let me see." 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Jiang Nian glanced and found over fifty orders on the seventh day, astonished at the conversion rate—it was a bit too phenomenal.

This was data from the tenth day, signifying a straight-entry traffic spike generating natural flows.

On one hand, the weight increased, on the other, selection was precise.

Visibly, a bestseller was in the making.

"Really, lucky me," he whispered, "A great start, probably even more tomorrow."

"They definitely will." Zhao Qiuxue leaned in, envy all over her face, "It took me three months for a small bestseller."

"Kept failing, totally disheartened. Left for a meal, suddenly one product’s data started rising."

Saying so, she glanced at Jiang Nian.

"You’re only on your seventh day."

"Just luck." Jiang Nian laughed off, casually, "Maybe it’s a newbie’s gift."

"Could be." Zhao Qiuxue didn’t bother further, "It’s late, I’ll head home."

"Alright."

Jiang Nian got up and saw Zhao Qiuxue off. Watching her drive away, he returned to the warehouse to chill.

Yawning, he continued working.

Days passed quickly, reaching mid-July. Store data soared, order quantity gradually increased.

Solo customer service was getting unbearable.

Need to hire someone.

If this trend continues, by August there could be a big hit product, maybe even several in succession.

The system never disappoints.

Though Jiang Nian launched it, it’s legitimate money-making—just optimizing convenience, perfectly upright.

Recruiting, interviewing, training for the job.

Two days slipped by, store metrics surged. Tons of competitions, but he didn’t care.

Accuracy in selection paired with winning buff. Going all-in, never wasting a single inventory.

Though it’s a bit exaggerated.

Jiang Nian tossed some junk into the warehouse for appearances, cursing luck idly.

Not like anyone cared; even new employees thought him legendary.

Boss Jiang, practically a chosen e-commerce sage, the next XXX, Yuhang’s rising star!!

"Ah Wei, managing okay?"

"All good, Boss." Zhang Wei beamed excitedly, "Orders at night too; I’ll hang in there!!"

Crazy?

No, earning money is all.

Boss seemed young, yet wasn’t stingy either. Struggling or not, just hustle, earn some first.

"Alright, take care." Jiang Nian patted his shoulder, "Consider it overtime; I’ll check back tomorrow."

"Sure!!"

Early stages are rougher; no need to overly focus on details.

Since he didn’t lack startup funds, now profitable. Missing only time and scale.

Anyway, keep hustling!

Elsewhere, in Qiantang District university town. A plot holds fourteen schools, now off for half a month.

Yet some stayed behind, doing odds and ends.

Ding Ling being one, she and a female classmate applied to stay. Doing chores in the office building for some stipend.

Night falls, she lay in the dorm. Browsing Taobao casually, a trumpet sleeve caught her eye.

One glance, it seemed perfect.

Ding Ling didn’t overthink, turning to the game-playing roommate on the other side.

"Hey, spotted a neat outfit."

"Send it over."

Moments later, the roommate’s game blacked out. She cursed a teammate, clicked Ding Ling’s share curiously.

"Wow, looks nice indeed."

"See, see." Ding Ling swelled with pride, "Isn’t my taste great?"

Such moments unfolded everywhere.

Jiang Nian woke up, reached for the phone. This had repeated countless times in the past month.

Initially, the first three days were losses; the fourth to sixth days gained two to three hundred yuan per day, seventh day broke a thousand.

Now approaching late July.

Daily profit nears sixteen hundred, a slight decline but expected.

Firstly, short lifecycle. Secondly, many competitors.

Jiang Nian estimated one product can earn maybe forty or fifty thousand, needing more selections for major hits.

Zhao Qiuxue told him, up to five hits—any more, all products suffer.

Seems slow earnings, yet substantial.

Unless leveraging stock, otherwise no capital needed. Orders come, fetch goods, pack and ship.

Thus far, Jiang Nian had made nearly twenty thousand.

"Damn, this thing really..."

Before finishing reflecting, a call came in. Messages followed one another on the screen.

"Results are out!"

"Bro got accepted!!"

Similar messages popped in the class group. The admission results were out, though some majors weren’t yet.

Zhang Ningzhi: "(Cute) Me and Beibei both got accepted!"

Li Hua: "Son, guess where I am?"

Old Liu: "Results out yet?"

Qingbao: "Accepted?"

Xu Qianqian’s side sent a middle finger—straightforwardly indicating their admission outcome.

"When are you coming back?"

Jiang Nian replied first, "For what?"

"Thank-you teacher dinner." She sent a skeptical emoji, "Aunt Li plans to have us three do it together."

"Ah~~ together’s fine, what did Xiao Song say?" he typed, finally could call Xiao Song now.

"She agrees, what’s else?"

"Fine by me." Jiang Nian thought and texted back, "Day after tomorrow, I’ll fly back."