Class monitor Xia Tong sent a message to the class WeChat group: "The class dinner is scheduled for 6:30 tonight at Mengya Restaurant."
It had been quite a while since the start of the school year, and the students had gotten to know each other quite well, so someone suggested having a meal together. Since no one was in favor, class monitor Xia Tong made reservations at the restaurant in advance.
Si Mingyu glanced at the date. Fortunately, today was Master Dong’s fighting class. It would be no problem for him to go back to class in the afternoon and come back in the evening.
In order to get around, he bought a Ninebot electric scooter. After all, this small electric scooter was very convenient on campus. Even going back to the hotel was much faster than driving because he could take a shortcut.
That night, Shen Kaihang mentioned in the dormitory group that Si Mingyu had a Lamborghini Aventador SVJ and sent several photos. The other two also jokingly criticized him for hiding it too well.
Because of the previous bar consumption incident, everyone was mentally prepared, but they just didn't know that Si Mingyu was so rich.
Everyone has a normal attitude towards this matter.
It can be seen from Lin Wenhui's dress that they don't care about these things. Many people with billionaire assets still set up stalls and run small businesses, so he doesn't think it's a big deal.
Shen Kaihang's family was already wealthy, so he had heard about or come into contact with some stories about rich people and knew how to get along with them.
Wang Zeting grew up in an average family, and since childhood, most people around him were better off than his. He'd grown numb to the fact that everyone he saw was rich.
Of course, there are also people who have lost their minds, such as Jiang Jiani.
That night, when Shen Kaihang took a taxi to send her home, she was in the mood to respond to him at first, but then she pretended to be drunk and fell asleep. But when she closed her eyes, her mind was full of the rose-red Lamborghini Aventador SVJ.
I had expected Si Mingyu to be wealthy, but I hadn't expected him to be this rich. The car cost over 10 million yuan, and the brand was no less expensive than the car itself. And it was definitely something most women couldn't dream of.
In front of Si Mingyu, not to mention Jin Anming himself, even Jin Anming's father couldn't compare. The owner of a local real estate company in Shanghai was an unattainable existence in the eyes of ordinary people, but not to mention the top tycoons, even the second-tier wealthy people didn't take him seriously.
And Si Mingyu's license plate says it all.
However, God made her dream come true, and then ruthlessly shattered it in front of her.
The original carefully planned plan was aborted because of a supercar that only appeared in a dream. It is really hard to say whether there will be another chance in the future. If it were an ordinary gold digger, this matter would be over, but for Jiang Jiani, it is not the same.
She disciplined herself to work out, learn how to dress, worked hard to get into Jiaotong University, and even rejected Jin Anming, who was considered a second-generation rich man. What was her motivation? Wasn't it to find a better partner and achieve a social class transition?
Now the opportunity was right in front of her, but because of an accident, she lost it again. How could she not be mentally devastated? In fact, she had already gone crazy, but she was in the situation and didn't realize it.
Jiang Jiani didn't sleep well that night. After getting up the next day, she had to contact Shen Kaihang as usual, otherwise she would not have the chance to get close to Si Mingyu.
She doesn't have Si Mingyu's WeChat yet. Why? Because she doesn't have the opportunity.
This is not an exaggeration. This is the third time she has seen Si Mingyu. The first time was when she asked Shen Kaihang for his WeChat in the playground, the second time was in the bar, and the third time was when they had dinner at Qiantan Taikoo Li that night.
Forget her. Si Mingyu left immediately after class and had no time for other class activities. Even many of his classmates hadn't added him on WeChat. They didn't interact with each other on a regular basis, and she wasn't a pretty girl. Who would specifically add a boy from the class group on WeChat?
So Si Mingyu gave his classmates the impression that he came from a well-off family, because he wore all big brands, but other than that, there was no other impression.
For example, at this class dinner, seven of the three students in the class were girls, so the topic naturally revolved around them. After all, there are more boys than girls in the Automation major, and the school has only been open for a month or so, which is not enough time for the boys in the class to get to know the girls in other departments.
Si Mingyu maintained due courtesy during the dinner, listening attentively to the others' conversations, but showing no interest in participating. After all, his position was different now, and so were his concerns. His goals, in the eyes of others, were no longer worth mentioning, and his goddesses, in the eyes of others, were no more beautiful than the men who had come to him, An Manni and He Qingsi.
Later, everyone got drunk and left their seats. Some went out to smoke, some gathered in small groups to chat, and some tried to show their affection to the girls.
Si Mingyu sat in his seat and looked at his phone.
The 2022 Supercar Challenge, jointly organized by the SCC Supercar Club and the REITs Supercar Business Fund, is about to kick off. Zhao Hui, the owner of a Lamborghini 4S dealership, asked him if he was interested in participating. If he wanted to join the club, he could also act as a referral.
He originally thought that Si Mingyu could join the club after buying a car, but when he checked, he found that this was not the case at all, as if he bought the car just for transportation. This gave Zhao Hui an opportunity.
If he were to introduce Si Mingyu to the club, it would be like telling others, "I have a special relationship with this young man." This would allow him to leverage his influence in the future. At their level, connections were key.
Si Mingyu told the truth that he would participate in the challenge competition and that he already had an introducer to join the club. Finally, he expressed his gratitude to Zhao Hui.
"Just sitting there like this alone?"
Si Mingyu looked up and saw that it was the class monitor Xia Tong. He put down his phone and said half-jokingly, "I can't drink much. I'll drink less so that those people in the dormitory won't have to carry me back later."
"Is it okay for me to toast you?" Xia Tong raised the cup in her hand.
"There must be no problem with the squad leader's toast." Si Mingyu clinked his glass with hers and then drank it all in one gulp.
Of course, Xia Tong didn't want to just be the monitor of Class 1. She also wanted to join the school student union, but the prerequisite was that she had to handle the affairs in the class clearly.
Si Mingyu was usually elusive, but Xia Tong had her own sources. She knew he had a job before graduation and that his counselor had given him special permission to stay off campus at night. Looking at his usual attire, she could tell he was someone special. So she took advantage of this gathering to get closer.
Xia Tong's idea was very simple. Si Mingyu was definitely not an ordinary person because he could do all these things. It would be best if he could help her contact the contact person and say a few good words for her when she joined the student union in the future. Even if that didn't work, this would still be a potential resource.
If you don't maintain a good relationship with others normally, it will be too late to help them when something happens.
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