At eleven o'clock sharp, Song Yuncheng hurriedly excused herself.
It wasn't until Chen Yansen saw her change into a work uniform, grab a ladle, and take her place at a service window that he understood why she had been rushing him to eat faster.
'You can apply for student loans in college, not to mention grants and scholarships. Just how broke is she? She's working even harder to make money than I am.'
Chen Yansen wondered to himself.
Afterwards, he strolled back toward his dorm, letting his food settle.
Meanwhile, on the campus forum and Qian Du message boards, discussion threads about 'Chen Yansen' had already blown up with hundreds of replies.
"Pics for proof! A super-rich freshman was in the cafeteria giving away hundreds of thousands in cash!"
"Is being a campus card agent that profitable? Can someone get me in on it? I want to do it too."
"He's a rich kid to begin with. He showed up for registration on the first day in a Mercedes E300!"
