After school started, news that Wang Yan was opening a studio off campus spread like wildfire.
There had actually been signs.
When Yu Hao asked Bi Shisan how his vacation had gone, Bi Shisan briefly mentioned it. Yu Hao immediately pressed him for details, and before long, the news had spread everywhere.
Across from the university's north gate was a row of shops, the second-best location near campus. The school had several gates, but the main entrance on the south side saw the most foot traffic, with the north gate coming in second.
There were small and medium-sized restaurants here, as well as the clusters of modest hotels that inevitably sprang up near universities. There were also internet cafés, supermarkets, and the like.
Though it was less bustling than the south gate, there were vacant street-facing shops on this side of the north gate. The one Wang Yan had chosen was toward the eastern end.
"Whoa, Old Wang, do you really need such a big place? Three floors, over eight hundred square meters! You usually won't even be here, so most of that space will go to waste."
Yu Hao stood there with his arms crossed, offering Wang Yan his advice.
Jiang Yunming nodded in agreement. "I think it's too big too, Old Wang. You don't need to spend this much money, do you? I think there are smaller places over there."
Everyone was sincerely thinking of Wang Yan and worrying about his wallet. Even those from wealthy families felt he was being a little extravagant. They only knew Wang Yan had inherited some money, not how much.
They worried that he would squander it all and end up destitute someday. So they all tried to teach Wang Yan the virtues of thrift.
"I appreciate your concern, but do you