Chapter Eight: The Year, Really Exciting
The driver master's hand was shaking, and nowadays, the year is really exciting, really exciting enough.
The master obviously misunderstood. Zhou Ke's words clearly sounded regretful, because it was easy to arouse suspicion.
"Your IQ and cunningness are still a bit lacking. Taking these roads, it's nothing more than leading someone around and then kicking them away. There are too many tricks like this."
Damn, he was exposed. Zhou Ke lowered her head in frustration.
When they arrived at school, Zhang Fan went straight back to the dormitory, and Zhou Ke couldn't continue to follow him.
Looking disheveled and not having cleaned up much, they clearly looked like they came from a motel. Moreover, the two of them separated as soon as they arrived at school. This scene indeed aroused suspicion.
"Extra, extra! Did you see that? Did you see that? It seems like Zhou Ke and Zhang Fan went out together?"
"What the hell, is that true?"
"Yes, it's true. I saw it with my own eyes. Last night, they had a gathering of the dance club. They didn't even come back to the dorm. Someone said Zhou Ke left with Li, but early this morning, Zhou Ke and Zhang Fan rented a car together. It was still 9 o'clock on a Saturday. What do you think? They were all together last night."
"Yeah, that makes sense. So, Zhou Ke was waiting for Zhang Fan to win him back, and then they got together. But when they came back to school, Zhang Fan ignored Zhou Ke and left on his own? Just treating it as a breakup commemoration?"
The rumors spread particularly quickly, but what attracted the most attention was still Zhang Fan's car.
The sports car was still parked in the male dormitory building of the school. No matter who passed by, they would glance at it with envy and admiration.
The school allowed students to buy their own cars, as long as they complied with the regulations, so it was permissible.
Back at school, Zhang Fan didn't go to elective classes, which were held later in the day.
Instead, he was summoned by the counselor.
"Zhang Fan, is the car yours?"
"Yes, counselor."
"Alright, no problem. Don't be afraid. The school allows students to buy their own cars, as long as they comply with the regulations. Fill out this form, and then tell the security guard when you enter. They'll record it for you."
"Okay, thank you, counselor."
While filling out the form, the counselor picked up his cup, took a sip, and then threw it to the ground in frustration.
"This is outrageous! There's no justice anymore. This Chen Wei, I hate him to death."
Seeing Zhang Fan, the counselor stopped scolding and calmed down, saying, "There will be a meeting in the afternoon about counseling sessions for girls' psychological courses. We've arranged it. Only after investigating did we find out that this guy, holding drugs, deceived seven or eight girls. He even went to sell these videos. This time, no one can escape punishment. Let's send him to prison."
What's going on?
Why so much fuss?
Zhang Fan's retaliation was actually quite methodical. Chen Wei, this kind of scum, was best dealt with directly.
The evidence was sorted out by Lao Huang. The prison arrangements were made. There was also evidence of what happened inside. It was basically straightforward.
"Counselor, what's going on?"
"It's Chen Wei. He was reported for drugging girls, and after the investigation, it turned out to be true. I'm just wondering, with so many victims, why didn't anyone dare to come forward?"
"And what about the dean?"
"The dean's daughter was in a relationship with him. The dean also quite liked him. This... it's a total mess. Fortunately, his family is strict, so they keep a close eye on their daughter. Otherwise, it would have been a disaster. We need to have a meeting. It's going to be troublesome. Remember, Zhang Fan, you can be close to girls, but don't make videos or threaten their families."
Hmm, how did it become related to himself again?
"If Zhou Ke occasionally contacts you recently, still communicate. I'm a bit worried. Girls who have just broken up are prone to extreme behaviors."
"Understood, counselor. How do you see it? We both benefited from the breakup."
"Filling out forms and still being young. What do you know? Girls always look at looks and wealth. Being good to girls, girls will accept it. If you can sincerely win over a girl, that's fine. Forget about our generation's matters. Just chatter on and on. Alright, finish filling out the form, go on, and make money if you have it. Save more money."
"Okay, goodbye."
Whether the teacher was praising or mocking Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan didn't care. At noon, Zhang Fan went to the second-hand market again. This time, the vendors didn't try to sell him anything, no matter how they negotiated the price, they refused.
Angered, Zhang Fan went straight to Lao Huang's place.
"Normal. Without a loophole, everyone knows about the family's business. Eight million at night, the whole antique circle knows about this young genius. Who would still be willing to let him have any leftovers? It's better to stay here and help appraise. Following the division of profits, you can still make a decent amount of money."
That was indeed a reasonable philosophy. Anyway, Zhang Fan had nothing to do, and getting a share of the profits was also good.
In the afternoon, he helped identify seventeen fakes, angering Lao Huang to the point of almost firing his employees.
But he did find a few good items. Zhang Fan received a share of seven hundred thousand and left with satisfaction.
"Tell me, does Zhang Fan really like money?"
Lao Huang handed a cigarette to his partner and said, "I think he belongs to that type. He likes making money but hopes it doesn't tire him out. He just wants enough to get by, and he doesn't care how much. But it must be enough. Besides, this antique thing is still a matter of luck. Only with this skill can one eat and drink without worries for a lifetime."
After getting over seven hundred thousand, Zhang Fan's mind was a bit clearer. With over eight million still to go, Zhang Fan had some expectations of what the next breakup partner would give him. But with the matter of the second girl, Zhang Fan had to pay a little more attention. He had to get rid of her cleanly, otherwise, it would really be troublesome and even affect his pursuit of other girls, chasing after them.
It was really annoying.
In the evening, during the elective class, Zhang Fan saw Zhou Ke again.
Zhang Fan's head started to ache again, but this time, Zhou Ke was standing next to a boy, helping him carry a bag.