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Chapter 316 You brat

When Song Huan pushed open the door, the clattering of the keyboard inside stopped for a moment.

Wu Tian was holding a cup of instant noodles, with a fork still stuck in the noodles, when he turned his head.

Feng Jingshi leaned back in his chair, his hoodie pulled down over his head, his fingers still resting on the keyboard.

Several people nearby also looked up, their faces, pale from the screen light, all staring at them.

"Key entrepreneurial projects supported by the university."

Song Huan placed the document stamped with a red seal on the table.

"Approved."

There was a moment of silence.

Then Wu Tian was the first to react. He put the instant noodles on the table, almost slipping his fork out of the bowl, grabbed the document, and read it from beginning to end, then read it again.

He raised his head, his mouth open, his expression shifting from exhaustion to an indescribable complexity, and his eyes were slightly red.

"I knew it, I knew I could make a name for myself by following the boss."

He sniffed and handed the document to the person next to him.

Song Huan's lips twitched slightly.

Old Wu, that's not what you said when you were scolding me...

The book was passed around among the people.

Some people slammed their fists on the table, some stood up and stretched, and some leaned back in their chairs and let out a long sigh.

All the back-to-back work during this period, skipping classes, staying up all night, and getting scolded by my girlfriend, seems to have been worth it all at this moment.

Feng Jingshi sat in the corner.

He didn't lean over to look at the document.

He leaned back in his chair, his hands resting on the keyboard.

But his fingers were trembling slightly.

It wasn't fear, it was excitement!

Song Huan saw it.

He walked over and stood next to Feng Jingshi.

Feng Jingshi looked up, and his eyes shone brightly in the shadow of his hoodie hood.

"Respect the time."

Song Huan's voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the room heard it: "You built the technical architecture for this project. You wrote the order scheduling module. You were the last to leave the night the three platforms were integrated."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Without you, this demo won't run."

Feng Jingshi looked at him.

His Adam's apple moved slightly.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he only uttered two words.

Thanks.

Song Huan patted him on the shoulder.

Then he turned around, clapped his hands, and everyone's eyes turned to him.

"The demo still needs further improvement. The payment interface needs to be added, the order status needs to be more detailed, and the merchant's menu management module needs to be rewritten."

He glanced around and said, "In a few days, we'll conduct a small-scale test at the school. We'll start by visiting a few food stalls on the third floor of the cafeteria and a few shops near the school gate."

Wu Tian pushed the instant noodle bowl aside. "I'll finish writing the payment interface today."

Several people nearby also chimed in, some claiming responsibility for the merchant side, some for the delivery side's scheduling algorithm, and others wanting to rewrite the front-end interface.

The sound of keyboard clicks started again, even more frequent and urgent than before.

Song Huan walked to the window, where the sycamore leaves rustled in the wind.

He took out his phone, about to send a message to Xiao Yunqing.

The phone rang first.

The screen displays three words: Little Cloud.

He answered the call.

"Song Huan!"

Her voice was crisp and bright, filled with barely suppressed excitement, "Professor Ye said that our side has already approved it, how about yours?"

"It's been approved."

A small cheer came from the other end.

"When should we arrange a meeting between the two sides?" Professor Ye said that for inter-university joint projects, it would be best for the leaders and advisors from both sides to sit down and have a talk.

Song Huan leaned against the windowsill.

Outside the window, the setting sun dyed the sycamore leaves golden red.

"Friday, Friday afternoon."

"Okay, I'll talk to Professor Ye." She paused for a moment, then asked, "Who will be coming from your side?"

"Vice Dean Wang of the Business School, Director Li of the Innovation and Entrepreneurship Center, and..." He paused, "Dean Chen of the School of Science and Engineering."

Xiao Yunqing let out a soft "Wow".

"You even invited the vice principal."

"Not yet."

"When will you invite me?"

"tomorrow."

There was a moment of silence on the other end.

Then her voice softened, sounding a little embarrassed.

"So, what are you going to wear on Friday?"

Song Huan held her phone, her lips twitching slightly. "Just wear whatever."

"We can't be careless!"

Her voice rose again, "This is a formal occasion, with leaders from both sides present, and you represent Nanjing University. Wear that dark blue shirt, the one you wore when you came to see me last time, remember to button it all the way up. Wear those black pants, and those white sneakers, not canvas shoes."

Song Huan listened to her rambling arrangements without interrupting.

She finished speaking and paused for a moment.

"Song Huan".

"Um?"

See you on Friday!

See you on Friday.

I hung up the phone.

He held his phone in his hand and looked out the window.

The leaves of the sycamore tree fell one by one.

On Friday, the two sides sat down, and the project was officially launched.

Wang Jianye will come, and Director Li will come.

But the polytechnic also has to produce individuals.

Zhou Qing was definitely out of the question; after much thought, only that person remained.

The next morning, Song Huan stood at the door of Chen Xiuyuan's office.

He straightened his collar and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Push open the door.

Chen Xiuyuan sat behind his desk, holding a cup of strong tea in his hand, the tea so dark it was almost black.

Seeing it was him, he raised an eyebrow slightly. "Here you are again?"

Song Huan smiled, walked in, and sat down in the chair in front of the desk.

Chen Xiuyuan put down his teacup. "Dean Wang and Director Li both called me. They were very interested in your project and made the decision on the spot."

He looked at Song Huan and said, "Well done."

Song Huan wore a humble expression.

"It's all thanks to Principal Chen's excellent guidance. If you hadn't told me to go see Dean Wang, I wouldn't even have been able to get to the business school."

Chen Xiuyuan picked up his teacup and blew on the tea leaves.

"What brings you here today? Is there some other aspect of the school that's holding you back?"

Song Huan took a printed document out of her bag and handed it over with both hands.

"Principal Chen, I'm here today for another matter."

Chen Xiuyuan took it.

Turn to the first page.

The title was printed in bold: "Nanjiang University's Assistance Program for Impoverished Students".

His eyebrows twitched.

Scroll down.

Page 2, Page 3, Page 4.

The more he flipped through the pages, the more relaxed his brow became.

Song Huan began her introduction from the side, her voice not loud, but every word was steady.

"Once this food delivery platform is officially launched, it will require a large number of personnel, including delivery drivers, merchant liaisons, customer service staff, and on-the-ground sales staff. I have made a preliminary calculation, and for Nanjing University alone, we will need 30 to 50 people in the initial stage."

"I can prioritize opening these positions to underprivileged students within the university. The list and identification of underprivileged students will be provided by the university; I will not interfere. I will only provide a hard requirement: at least 30% of the total number of hires must be reserved for underprivileged students. Salaries will be at market rates, without deductions or delays."

He paused for a moment after saying this.

Chen Xiuyuan flipped through the plan without looking up.

"I'll handle the training for delivery drivers. Safety training, route planning, and time management will all be provided free of charge. Students only need to contribute their time; there are no costs involved. Those who perform well can be promoted to delivery station managers or regional supervisors. If they want to stay after graduation, they can directly become full-time employees."

He looked at Chen Xiuyuan.

"Principal Chen, if this project is successfully implemented, it will not only solve the living expenses problem for a group of impoverished students, but also bring the school a provincial-level 'Work-Study Demonstration Case'. When the media reports on it, this part can be promoted separately, such as 'Nanjing University students start businesses while helping students, and food delivery platforms give priority to hiring impoverished students.' This case will carry significant weight in this year's 'Advanced Units in Employment and Entrepreneurship' selection by the Municipal Education Bureau."

Chen Xiuyuan turned the last page.

He placed the proposal on the table and tapped the cover twice with his fingers.

Then he looked up and asked knowingly, "Your mentor section is still empty."

Song Huan chuckled, took a pen out of his pocket, and placed it on the plan.

"Principal Chen, as long as you sign your name, you will be the mentor for this school's poverty alleviation program."

Chen Xiuyuan leaned back in his chair and looked at him.

He tapped his fingers twice on the table, then laughed and pointed at him.

"You little brat."

[This business plan, from beginning to end, every single word paved the way for me.]

[Supporting impoverished students is a key performance indicator for the Municipal Education Bureau this year. Provincial-level exemplary work-study programs can be directly included in the school's annual summary.]

[This is my supervisor's signature; this is a free achievement for me. He calculated everything.]

He even wrote down things for me beforehand that I was too embarrassed to ask for.

[Damn, that kid's too shrewd.]

Song Huan took off the pen cap and handed it over with both hands.

Chen Xiuyuan took the pen.

I signed my name in the "Mentor" section.

He put down his pen, closed the plan, and pushed it back.

Song Huan put the proposal into her bag, then looked up. "President Chen, there's one more thing. On Friday afternoon, people from Dongda University will be coming to discuss the specifics of the inter-university collaboration. Dean Wang and Director Li will both be there, and the School of Science and Engineering also needs a representative."

Chen Xiuyuan leaned back in his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips. "What time?"

Song Huan quickly poured Chen Xiuyuan a cup of tea and said sincerely, "Two o'clock in the afternoon."

He picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"Place?"

"The meeting room of the startup incubator."

Chen Xiuyuan nodded.

"Okay, I'll go."