A Very New Kind of Sharing Economy

The next day at noon.

"Make money?" Zhou Ye asked, puzzled.

"We only have two months left until the Gaokao. Can't we think about that after it's over?"

That's because you don't know how many good opportunities we'll miss in two months.

Yan Xianjue grumbled inwardly.

When he had calculated last night that he already had eight million in hand, Yan Xianjue had felt the thrill of becoming rich overnight.

But he quickly forced himself to calm down.

Because he realized something: with the way his family spent money so extravagantly—

By the time their family went bankrupt, eight million would not be enough to last him very long at all!

So annoying.

But what could he do? All he could do was forgive them with a smile, then figure out how to make money.

I remember that one month before the Gaokao in the novel, a variety show called Straight-A Students' Daily Life would suddenly appear.

The show would flop at first, then explode. Although its early ratings would be poor, once the exam scores came out—

Its popularity would climb steadily in just one month.

It would leap past several long-running chart-topping variety shows.

The reason the novel mentioned this was because, after Su Su became a huge star, her fans had more than once regretted that she had not participated in that show.

They could have gotten to know Su Su sooner.

And among the top students who had participated in that show, every one of them later became an outstanding figure in their respective fields.

That was another way to build connections.

Yan Xianjue considered it. There was only one month left.

It might already be too late for investing.

With grades like his, trying to participate in a variety show himself would be seriously overreaching.

Not even the Yan Household's money could make that happen.

"What do you think about me investing in a variety show?" he asked.

Zhou Ye smacked his lips and swallowed the unfinished cantaloupe in his mouth.

Thoughtfully, he said, "Seems doable. The entertainment industry makes more money than casinos these days."

"The only industries more profitable than entertainment are all listed in the criminal code, right?"

Yan Xianjue nodded in agreement.

Shen Fangli could not listen anymore.

She had merely been passing by when she happened to hear Yan Xianjue thinking about making money.

So she listened for a bit.

But once they had started discussing the criminal code, she really could not hold herself back.

Besides, Yan Xianjue's inner voice could be heard from quite a distance.

She first went to a nearby milk tea shop and ordered three cups of milk tea.

"Hi, young master." Shen Fangli walked over with the drinks, smiling.

Yan Xianjue waved casually. "Just call me by my name. Don't call me that nickname."

Shen Fangli smiled. "It's a respectful title from your classmates!"

Yan Xianjue rolled his eyes. What kind of respectful title was that? It was more like teasing.

Back in his first year of high school, people had even said behind his back that he was a kid who had not been weaned yet.

All because his entire family had come to enroll him when school started.

As if he did not know when the nickname "young master" had first spread around.

Come to think of it, I wonder what happened to Shen Fangli's second aunt afterward?

After things blew up like that, it should be different from the novel, right?

Zhou Ye was a little surprised that Shen Fangli had brought them milk tea.

But he was naturally outgoing, so he immediately cleared away the fruit platter sitting between him and Yan Xianjue.

They also moved from sitting on the steps to a nearby platform.

Shen Fangli sat on the platform, letting the wind blow over her. Not far below, energetic students were scattered across every corner of the sports field.

She heard Yan Xianjue wondering inwardly about what had happened yesterday.

Without any particular hesitation, she said, "Thank you and your family for yesterday."

"My dad said he'll come thank you in person another day."

She understood that the Yan family had not specifically come speak with her afterward because they had considered how awkward it might be for a young girl like her.

Her father had smashed up that restaurant pretty badly yesterday.

She was quite embarrassed about it.

"Yesterday?" Zhou Ye looked at one, then the other.

He raised an arm and hooked it around Yan Xianjue's neck.

"Tell me, what did you two secretly do behind my back yesterday?"

"No wonder you weren't even angry when we logged off."

He remembered very clearly that Yan Xianjue hated it when people texted or called him while he was gaming.

But when they had logged off yesterday, Yan Xianjue's perfunctory tone had made it clear that he did not care at all.

Yan Xianjue used a clever twist to flip him over.

He untied the towel around his wrist and wiped his neck.

"It had nothing to do with that. My second brother transferred me some money last night," he answered casually.

Zhou Ye did not humiliate himself by asking how much.

Judging from Yan Xianjue's attitude, it obviously was not a small amount.

He wailed in a tone full of envy, jealousy, and resentment, "You're an adult now, so your family lifted your restrictions!"

Yan Xianjue thought about it and said uncertainly, "I guess that counts."

Zhou Ye was incredibly jealous. He and his friend shared the same hardship.

Before they became adults, their pocket money was always limited.

But Zhou Ye would not have his restrictions lifted until after the Gaokao.

Shen Fangli asked curiously, "Is your family very strict with you?"

Yan Xianjue was picked up and dropped off from school in a Maybach, and he did not seem particularly low-key otherwise.

Yan Xianjue propped up his chin and looked toward the sports field.

"Not really?"

He hesitated slightly. "My family generally buys me whatever I want."

"But they don't really give me large sums of cash." He shrugged. "They're afraid I'll go bad or something."

Zhou Ye said casually, "It's around fifty or sixty thousand a month. That's enough to spend at school."

Shen Fangli sucked in a sharp breath.

Fifty or sixty thousand, and that was with restrictions.

Her father had always believed in raising daughters lavishly, yet he only gave her a few thousand yuan in monthly allowance.

If she had any other needs, she could ask her family. As long as they were reasonable, they would generally provide for them.

She complained, "That's already more than enough, okay?"

Yan Xianjue neither agreed nor disagreed. Rich people had rich people's ways of spending, and poor people had poor people's ways of living.

He asked casually, "Was your second aunt arrested?"

Zhou Ye's eyes immediately widened. "Arrested?"

"Zhou Ye, I know you've got a big mouth, but don't go spreading this around," Shen Fangli said.

She was not worried about embarrassing herself. Mainly, she was afraid he would unknowingly offend Lin Shi.

"She was arrested."

At the mention of her second aunt, Shen Fangli laughed.

"Isn't it funny? She couldn't even bear to buy a recording pen of her own."

"But the police found recordings of her conversations with more than a dozen girls on the recording pen."

Thinking of the incredulous look on her father's face when he returned yesterday, Shen Fangli still found it hilarious.

Yan Xianjue frowned. "That many?"

Shen Fangli nodded. "This time, it won't just be a simple warning or five days of detention."

"My dad said she has to remain at the police station to assist with the investigation."

"Secretly recording so many people's conversations—no matter how you look at it, that isn't right."

"The Crackdown on Pornography and Illegal Publications is in full swing right now. If no one bails her out, she'll probably be in there for a while."

"Tch. She deserves it," Yan Xianjue said.

Shen Fangli nodded along.

Now that her second aunt has been arrested, Shen Fangli probably won't have to enter into a marriage alliance with Lin Shi, right?

Yan Xianjue was not entirely sure, because Shen Fangli was only a supporting character.

The novel did not describe the specific details of her engagement to Lin Shi in much detail.

The author had only devoted extensive passages to describing Lin Shi's unwillingness.

It was meant to highlight that Su Su was Lin Shi's true love.

Hearing Yan Xianjue's inner voice, Shen Fangli's heart warmed.

Voluntarily sharing her gossip with everyone—why wasn't that a kind of sharing economy?

She said, "Luckily, my second aunt hadn't told the Lin Household about my birth details yet."

She had learned about it just in time. Yesterday, running into Yan Xianjue several times at the private kitchen restaurant and being reminded by him had been fortunate beyond fortunate.

She felt obligated to let Yan Xianjue finish this piece of gossip!

After hearing that, Yan Xianjue looked calm on the surface, but inwardly, he began screaming wildly.