Wang Yue was very careful to protect the first money she earned.
After rushing to the study room.
I immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
She felt like she was carrying a bomb; entering the study room was like entering a safe zone.
The other students all looked at Wang Yue.
His face showed surprise and longing.
Wang Yue walked to the podium and pulled out a wad of banknotes with a clatter.
"We've received our money!" Wang Yue shouted excitedly.
The students erupted in cheers: "My God! They really got the money back!"
"It's going to work! It's absolutely going to work!"
"Phew, my living expenses are covered."
"Wang Yue, you're awesome!"
Wang Yue blushed slightly, feeling a little embarrassed by the praise, and said, "Without your help and hard work, I don't know how long it would have taken."
Zhang Lan said, "Stop being sentimental, just start handing out the money."
Wang Yue nodded, checked the notebook, and distributed the translation fees one by one.
Not a penny less, just the right amount.
The students cheered even more enthusiastically after receiving the money.
To put it bluntly, this was the first time they had received payment for translation work.
And the pay is quite good.
Even though it was known that Wang Yue and Zhang Lan must have earned more inside.
But none of the classmates said anything.
After all, it was someone else who arranged the job.
If the job is arranged by the teacher, you won't get a single penny.
The concept of "tea money" is already quite common in society today.
Nobody lets you make money for no reason.
Everything has a hidden price tag; students understand this principle.
After the translation fees were distributed, the students gathered together, chattering and discussing which cafeteria to go to for a celebratory meal.
Unexpectedly, a group of people wearing armbands suddenly entered.
They are members of the disciplinary committee.
This is equivalent to a school discipline committee member in later times.
The leader was Liu Yan, a third-year male student.
Liu Yan pushed open the door and roared angrily, "Quiet! What are you shouting for! No organization, no discipline!"
The other students rolled their eyes.
It's none of your business if we talk and chat in our own classroom!
but……
Even if it's not Liu Yan's business, they really have a say in it.
But usually they don't care, and it doesn't affect anyone.
Everyone thought that Liu Yan came in simply because he had nothing better to do.
Because Liu Yan was a senior student and a member of the disciplinary committee, they had no choice but to keep quiet.
Liu Yan cleared his throat and then looked at Wang Yue: "You're Wang Yue?"
Wang Yue had never dealt with Liu Yan before. She glanced at his armband and nodded, "What's up?"
"Would I need to contact you for no reason?" Liu Yan stepped forward, his face stern. "And it's not a small matter!"
Wang Yue was a little confused.
Liu Yan continued, "Someone reported to me that you are suspected of capitalist speculation! Our disciplinary committee must take action!"
"We must not allow decadent imperialist ideology to spread on campus!"
This huge accusation made Wang Yue dizzy and she almost fell over.
For a moment, they were speechless.
Wang Yue had asked Zhang Lan whether her practice of taking on jobs, subcontracting them to classmates, and profiting from the difference was suspected of speculation and profiteering.
But Zhang Lan made it clear: What era are we living in! Even the higher-ups don't pursue class antagonism anymore, they advocate economic development, so such a charge is simply impossible to exist.
But the fact is that the crime of speculation and profiteering was not officially abolished until 1997.
Although few institutions in society now use this charge to convict, the law still states it in black and white.
Wang Yue panicked and grabbed Zhang Lan tightly.
Zhang Lan stepped forward and blocked Liu Yan's path: "What did you say? Say it again!"
Liu Yan knew Zhang Lan.
The student council's most outspoken person.
But in Liu Yan's eyes, she was a shrew, a completely unreasonable idiot.
Liu Yan was too lazy to argue with Zhang Lan.
My target is Wang Yue. I heard that she can make more than 7,000 yuan by buying and selling!
This is outrageous!
We must give Wang Yue a hard time and make her hand over the money!
Part of it was handed over to the school, and part was used as funding for the disciplinary committee.
As for the funding, that's all under my control.
It's almost the same as putting it into your own pocket.
However, a gentleman loves money, but he acquires it in a proper way.
To make money, you need a legitimate excuse, and speculation is a good one.
Therefore, Liu Yan led his men, intending to use their status and the system to crush Wang Yue and intimidate her.
After arriving, Liu Yan had a bit of a headache.
He saw Zhang Lan.
This unreasonable and troublesome woman.
But with the die already cast, there was no choice but to bite the bullet and go looking for trouble.
Hopefully, Zhang Lan was just passing by, knew nothing about it, and didn't want to get involved.
The truth is...
Zhang Lan really did jump out!
Liu Yan snorted and ignored Zhang Lan: "This is none of your business, get out of here!"
Zhang Lan crossed her arms and said, "What's it to you! Get out of the way!"
Liu Yan pointed at Zhang Lan, his anger flaring: "Let me tell you, Wang Yue is suspected of speculation and profiteering. If you stop him, you're an accomplice!"
Zhang Lan sneered, "Oh, what a show of authority! You've scared me to death!"
"May I ask, Mr. Liu, what makes you think that Wang Yue is engaging in speculation and profiteering?"
Zhang Lan will try her best to clear herself of this charge.
Although I'm not afraid, it can be quite troublesome at times.
It's always better to deny than to admit.
"On what grounds?" Liu Yan squinted. "As far as I know, Wang Yue got a job translating Japanese blueprints through connections, and then assigned it to other students. Is that true?"
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