The dice on the automatic mahjong table started spinning again, and the atmosphere at this table heated up as well.
The basketball team guy spoke up. "Yan, give me some advice."
The classmates gathered around to watch went, "Ooh—"
Someone heckled, "What's with you, Wang Zihe? Everyone came here to have fun, and you're trying to sneak in some business?"
Wang Zihe remained perfectly composed. "Making money isn't embarrassing."
Yan Xianjue raised a brow, instantly intrigued. "Let's hear it."
He rather liked that attitude.
As Wang Zihe drew his tiles, he said, "I'm working a summer job at home right now. My dad gave me a batch of backlogged rackets, sports gloves, and stuff like that, and told me to clear the inventory."
"I tried discounts and bundling them as free gifts with other bestselling products, but neither seemed to work. The bestselling products actually sold worse instead."
Yan Xianjue cracked, "That doesn't count as a summer job. At most, it's a capitalist's young master getting a taste of the workplace."
Wang Zihe didn't argue. He simply asked Yan Xianjue, "Do you have any ideas?"
Actually, he had wanted Yan Xianjue to help promote the products, but the moment he saw him today, he abandoned that plan.
Putting something worth hundreds of thousands next to something worth a few dozen—wouldn't that just make the cheap thing look even more worthless?
If Yan Xianjue showed up in a suit dusted with diamond powder while holding a dull gray racket, then this merchandise really would rot in his hands.
"I won't take your advice for free. I'll give you one-fifth of the net profit."
Yan Xianjue's previously relaxed posture immediately straightened a little.
Seeing the difference in his attitude, everyone around them was speechless. "That's barely any money. Yan Xianjue, is this