"Chen Tinghan." Chen Tinghan gave his name. The two men stood up, shook hands hurriedly, and sat back down.
Zhu Wenjing waved to call the waiter, ordered some food, and then said: "When I was there, the school union was not an online forum, but actually an offline alumni reunion. At that time, there were not as many schools in Wanghai as there are now.
It's just that over the years, I've lost contact with many of the friends and classmates I met during school, so three years ago, a group of us created this forum."
Chen Tinghan understood: "So you are the founder."
"It's funny, somehow, but our self-entertainment alumni gathering has evolved into a social forum for students from several schools," said Zhu Wenjing. "It was fun at first, but as the number of people grew, it became increasingly difficult to manage. I wasn't even in Wanghai at the time, so how could I know what was going on in the minds of the kids still studying there?"
"So you later handed over the forum to the current 'Tingman'?" Chen Tinghan said.
"Let children handle their own affairs." Zhu Wenjing nodded and said, "But the forum is getting more and more populated, and many people are interested. Adults should handle their own affairs. I just didn't expect that the person I met would be... cough."
Chen Tinghan was not angry and added: "I didn't expect it to be another child."
"That's about what I mean." Zhu Wenjing put his legs together, crossed his fingers, and placed them on his lower abdomen.
Although Chen Tinghan rarely uses words like "temperament" to describe a person, Zhu Wenjing is indeed quite dignified. If he had to describe it, it is like the confident demeanor of a child from a noble family like Xu Jingwen in later generations.
Maybe he is also a remarkable person.
Zhu Wenjing continued, "From the beginning to now, I've had the final say on this forum, but up to now, I haven't made a single cent from it. Do you know why?"
Without even looking up, Chen Tinghan said, "Because you're not short of money."
"Smart." Zhu Wenjing snapped his fingers and said, "The original intention of the school union is to help each other. I thought so back then, and Tingman thinks so now too."
Chen Tinghan was stunned at first, not understanding why he told such nonsense that even a three-year-old child couldn't be fooled. Then he immediately realized that this was a test, and more likely a screening.
As expected, Zhu Wenjing continued, "If it were someone else, I would have told them to get out, but I have a good impression of you. Besides, I don't have much time in Wanghai, and I can still check things out. I'm not the one in charge. You can tell me your purpose and I'll convey it to you."
Chen Tinghan believes that Zhu Wenjing and the "Tingman" were probably relatives, probably brothers or nephews. Therefore, mutual assistance was the attitude of the "Tingman".
After all, Chen Tinghan has seen many people who do practical things and do good things. In his opinion, he really doesn't think that the man in front of him is one of them. At least he is not someone who would use this as a bargaining chip, um... an "idealist."
If the person who has this idea is a student, it makes sense.
Combining the relevant information he collected and previous conversations, Chen Tinghan began to construct a model of the person "Tingman". He was a male, probably between the third year of junior high school and the second year of high school, from a wealthy family, well-educated and well-spoken, but he had a tendency to be reckless on the Internet.
Arrogant, direct, and full of sense of justice, their thinking usually does not go deep into the deep, and they are relatively simple, so such people are easy to deal with.
The difficult thing is the man in front of me.
Having reached a conclusion, Chen Tinghan put down his coffee cup, slightly changed his posture and attitude, and began to paint a rosy picture.
He told Zhu Wenjing that what he wanted to build was a platform, but he just used the name of a confession wall. This platform, linked with the forum, could quickly expand its audience and gain a lot of recognition and viewers. It could not only be used for romance, but also for accepting requests for help, finding things, finding people, organizing events, and so on.
Zhu Wenjing was indeed not easy to fool, and he immediately questioned the validity of this statement.
"There's no need for a confession wall. Just having a school union bar would have the same effect," Zhu Wenjing said. "And if it were really that easy, someone would have done it long ago. Ultimately, it's all about the money."
Chen Tinghan didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled and said calmly, "If I say I'm doing this out of a sense of justice, wanting to do good, and to help the old lady cross the road better, would you believe me? If so, I can say that.
I'm not a rich young man like you, people need to eat."
Zhu Wenjing also smiled and said, "If you worry about this at a young age, you'll have premature graying of hair."
Chen Tinghan didn't respond and continued, "Can we accomplish something only if others have done it?"
Zhu Wenjing said, "The first person to eat crabs usually gets their mouths full of blood from being bitten by the crab claws. To eat the crab meat, you need to be capable and courageous. How can I trust you?"
Chen Tinghan was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned around and pointed at the young lady who was brewing milk tea powder at the milk tea shop across the street. He said, "She just graduated from college and couldn't find a job. She borrowed some money from her family to join this milk tea brand. The shop has only been open for two months. Business was booming in the first month, but because of the opening discount, the business kept losing money. Recently, it's been good for her. She will be able to turn a profit in about a month and a half, and earn back her investment in another month.
I don’t have a boyfriend at the moment.”
Then he turned in another direction, towards a construction site some distance from the commercial street, yet isolated from the bustling City Mall. He pointed a finger at a worker eating a snack at the construction site and said,
"His family is poor. His wife and two daughters live in a shared pot in their hometown. He came from out of town to work. He's been here for a week and said he got a good project. But there's something fishy about it, and the entire project will be delayed by at least two years. He's paid well and gets a stipend even if he doesn't work. When there's less work, he drives his car. He relies on this stipend to support his family."
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