As Chen Pingjiang expected, about ten minutes later, a sharp-looking boy in a white shirt, black trousers, and glasses found Chen Pingjiang.
Two sophomore boys followed behind him.
Seeing Chen Pingjiang's furious expression, he was much fiercer than before.
"Student, I am Bian Yingjie, the Minister of Student Affairs of the University Student Union. May I ask your name?"
The boy in the white shirt was relatively calm, not as rebellious or furious as imagined, but his seemingly amiable tone felt strange no matter how it was heard.
Chen Pingjiang looked at the slap marks on the faces of the boys behind the white shirt, which he had dealt, and smiled:
"Chen Pingjiang. Senior Bian, are you here to question me?"
Bian Yingjie also smiled:
"Not really, just to understand the situation."
Just now, the two cadres below reported being beaten, and Bian Yingjie was so angry that he smashed a water cup.
However, after calming down, he still decided to come over and see.
He wanted to see which freshman was so formidable, not only stealing business but also hitting people.
Wei Xiong, the Minister of the Sports Department, loudly demanded to call for people to help, but Bian Yingjie refused.
The elections were coming next semester, and he had a good chance of being elected president of the university student union, so he didn't want to create any trouble over this matter.
"The situation is that we arrived first, and they came later and tried to drive us away. When they couldn't argue, they resorted to insults."
Chen Pingjiang shrugged, skillfully excluding Zhao Shaoyang from the blame.
The two boys immediately got anxious and retorted:
"Minister, it was clearly their people who started the insults."
After a long deliberation, Bian Yingjie said:
"Everyone exchanged insults, so that's even, but it's wrong that you were the first to strike."
"I arrived later, so I'm not clear about what happened before, but I was insulted after I got here. If that's not acceptable, then let's call a teacher to mediate."
Chen Pingjiang directly preempted him.
Bian Yingjie naturally didn't want to alarm the teachers.
He cherished his reputation, and besides, he knew his own people.
He estimated that acting high and mighty, relying on their sophomore status, was certainly happening.
Not to mention them, he himself would do the same.
He just didn't expect to meet such a thorny problem today, the kind that hurts when you prick your hand.
"There's no need to call a teacher. Just resolve the matter. We are a work-study program of the University Student Union, and the school is aware of our recycling of freshmen's old military training uniforms."
Chen Pingjiang chuckled, looking at Bian Yingjie meaningfully:
"How about you ask your project's supervisor to issue a document with a seal, and we'll withdraw immediately?"
Bian Yingjie was stunned.
Usually, bringing up teachers was almost always effective, but he didn't expect this freshman to even know that work-study programs have supervisors.
He naturally couldn't produce a sealed document, and the school wouldn't intervene in such matters.
Seeing Bian Yingjie remain silent for a long time, Chen Pingjiang directly said:
"There are many freshmen at the university of finance and economics. Everyone does their own thing, relying on their own abilities. I can't drive you away, and you can't drive me away. Why don't we use this time to earn more?
I know you might be thinking of a price war, but it's useless. My prices will only be higher than yours. In the end, everyone will just be wasting their time to get even, harming others without benefiting themselves."
Bian Yingjie was very unaccustomed to Chen Pingjiang's aggressive tone, as if he had seen through his mind and calculated everything perfectly.
Moreover, shouldn't he be the one saying such things?
Why was he being lectured by a freshman?
However, he had to admit that Chen Pingjiang's proposal was indeed the most reliable, given that he didn't want to escalate the situation and involve teachers.
"Business is business, but since you hit someone, there should at least be an apology, right?"
Bian Yingjie didn't want to blow the matter up, but his two subordinates were working for him, so he had to help them save face, otherwise, how would his followers see him?
Chen Pingjiang sneered with a smile:
"Apology? Don't even think about it. Either call the school security and teachers to mediate."
Bian Yingjie felt a headache coming on, thinking how this freshman completely went off script.
Clearly, he was the victim, but now the other party was indignant, eager to alarm the school.
In the end, Bian Yingjie reluctantly nodded and threatened:
"Fine, junior, we'll have plenty of chances to interact in the future."
With that, he left with his people.
Facing Bian Yingjie's lukewarm threat, Chen Pingjiang simply dismissed it as nothing, treating a feather as an official order.
The academic department of the university student union manages class attendance.
Chen Pingjiang estimated that the other party could only make trouble for him in this regard.
But he didn't care at all.
Zhao Shaoyang also saw it:
"This guy is very sneaky. He'll probably make trouble for our class later."
"It doesn't matter, those with bare feet don't fear those with shoes."
Objectively speaking, Chen Pingjiang didn't have the ability to stop Bian Yingjie's people from competing with him for the market.
If things really escalated, it wouldn't benefit anyone.
In a price war, everyone would be a loser.
What was left to compete for was nothing but recycling speed.
Chen Pingjiang sent a group text message to everyone, arranging for them to quickly return the already recycled old military training uniforms to the dorms, and then all participate in the floor-to-floor collection work.
Next, everyone competed on efficiency.
Fixed-point recycling was no longer suitable.
Waiting at a recycling point certainly wouldn't be as fast as actively going door-to-door.
Not long after, Bian Yingjie received a call from a sophomore cadre, telling him that someone was competing with them for speed in the market.
Bian Yingjie almost spat out a mouthful of blood, cursing Chen Pingjiang inwardly, thinking, didn't they agree to stay out of each other's way?
He had thought one would take Building 3 and the other Building 4.
At this point, they could only compete on speed.
With insufficient manpower, speed was the only option.
Even bringing gifts when entering dorms would be completely redundant.
Students who wanted to sell military training uniforms would have sold them when the first wave of people entered for recycling, they wouldn't wait for you to come with gifts.
Chen Pingjiang didn't waste words and directly sent a group text message: 300 yuan a day for part-time work, plus a dinner gathering arranged for tonight.
Instantly, Dong Tinghui and others were full of drive!
Sufficient pay brings efficiency.
Bian Yingjie's side, in contrast, reacted much slower, still paying his students 100 yuan a day.
This is the unresolvable gap in perspective and thinking.
Chen Pingjiang had started his own business and been a boss, even having a small career.
Even talking about passion and painting a rosy picture with employees was fake; only giving money was the king's way.
Bian Yingjie was, at most, a junior student union cadre, still stuck in the mindset of "why pay 300 for something that can be solved with 100? Wouldn't I earn less then?"
By 3 PM, the floor-to-floor collection work was all finished.
Everyone in Industrial Management Class 4 hadn't even had time to eat, each one acting as if they were injected with chicken blood.
Basically, everyone recycled over a hundred sets on average.
On the girls' side, Cui Jiali was alone, but she recycled 220 sets.
The boys each covered 1-2 floors, while Cui Jiali covered an entire building by herself.
After contacting the Winning Garment Factory to haul away all the goods, they also settled the payment very readily.
The main reason was Chen Pingjiang's astonishing combat power; they couldn't be anything but prompt.
They had collected a total of 1530 sets.
The entire freshmen class at Dongcai Xianlin Campus was just over three thousand.
Excluding those unwilling to sell or who hadn't encountered collectors, Bian Yingjie's quantity would certainly not surpass Chen Pingjiang's.
Coupled with Chen Pingjiang's generous gesture of rounding down the total to 1500 sets, the other party naturally reciprocated, even agreeing to continue cooperating next year.
Recycling costs were 7650, wages for 9 people were 2700, and Chen Pingjiang directly pocketed nearly 20,000, in just half a day, faster than robbing money.
And they could continue recycling tomorrow, but without the need to go floor-to-floor; there would still be some profit then.
"Brother Chen, how much did you earn?"
Wang Lei immediately approached Chen Pingjiang as he returned from outside the dorm.
Chen Pingjiang glanced at him and sighed:
"We earned five yuan per set. After deducting everyone's wages, there's less than five thousand left, right? Oh, right, everybody clean up, we're going out to have fun tonight."
Hearing that Chen Pingjiang earned five thousand yuan, the expressions of several people in the dorm varied.
"Holy cow, that's almost my food expenses for a year. Tonight, we definitely have to make the big spender bleed."
"Brother Chen is still the smartest, 300 in half a day, that's awesome."
...
Some were genuinely happy, some were already satisfied, some felt Chen Pingjiang gave them too little, and some were carefree.
Chen Pingjiang felt perfectly justified.
He urgently needed money to start his next project and wasn't so saintly as to split everything evenly.
Besides, he was the one who contacted the channels and proposed the plan.
If anyone was jealous or unhappy, they would only encounter harsher realities in society, so giving them a lesson beforehand was good.
(End of Chapter)
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