After being reborn, the school beauty's entire family knelt down to repent.

"Chen Ming, please come up to the stage and share your entrepreneurial experience with everyone," Principal Li warmly invited.

Chen Ming took a deep breath and walked onto the podium.

The audience erupted in applause, and the students were all filled with curiosity about this young "business prodigy".

"Hello everyone, I'm Chen Ming." Chen Ming's voice trembled slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

"It's an honor to stand here and share my entrepreneurial experience with you all..."

Chen Ming spoke eloquently, recounting his initial entrepreneurial aspirations, business plans, and future prospects, earning rounds of applause from the audience.

"Actually, starting a business is not as difficult as people imagine."

Chen Ming encouraged him, "As long as you have dreams, passion, and perseverance, you will definitely succeed!"

After the speech, students crowded around Chen Ming, asking him for advice on starting a business.

"Chen Ming, how did you come up with this startup project?"

"Chen Ming, your business plan is so well written, could you teach me how to write it?"

"Chen Ming, what are your plans for the future?"

……

Chen Ming was surrounded as he walked off the stage, feeling somewhat dazed.

This feeling is fucking awesome!

After the meeting, Chen Ming declined several classmates' invitations to dinner and walked straight to the school gate.

He had a few things to take care of quickly, the first being the communication issue.

Writing letters all the time was really inconvenient and made him, this "business genius," seem out of touch with reality.

As Chen Ming walked to the school gate, he immediately spotted Wang Qingyue.

Today she wore a light blue dress, the elegant color making her look exceptionally pure and charming.

It's as if it stepped out of a painting, making it a sight to behold.

Upon seeing Chen Ming, she smiled sweetly, revealing two shallow dimples.

"Chen Ming, your speech today was fantastic!" Wang Qingyue exclaimed sincerely.

Chen Ming touched his nose and laughed, "It's alright, just some basic operations."

"You're too modest!" Wang Qingyue gave him a reproachful look. "My dad also speaks highly of you, saying you have a great business sense."

"Principal Wang, you flatter me," Chen Ming said modestly.

The two walked side by side on their way home.

A gentle breeze blew by, lifting a strand of hair at Wang Qingyue's temple and releasing a faint fragrance.

Chen Ming suddenly remembered something important: "Qingyue, do you have a telephone at home?"

Wang Qingyue nodded: "Yes, don't you remember? I gave you my phone number in the auditorium last time."

Chen Ming nodded, already having made up his mind.

He decided to buy a pager first, and then install a telephone at home.

Now that he has money, these things should be put on the agenda.

After saying goodbye to Wang Qingyue, Chen Ming went straight to the electronics mall in the city center.

In the 80s, a pager was a status symbol, equivalent to a luxury car in later years.

At the counter, Chen Ming immediately spotted a Motorola pager. It was black, small and exquisite, and cost over two thousand yuan.

This was no small sum at the time; it was equivalent to several months' salary for an average person.

"Sir, you have excellent taste! This pager is the latest model and has very powerful functions..." the salesperson enthusiastically introduced.

Chen Ming waved his hand impatiently: "Alright, stop talking nonsense, I want this one, and get me another one of the same."

The sales clerk paused for a moment, then beamed with joy: "Okay, sir! Please wait a moment!"

Chen Ming bought two pagers in one go, one for himself and one for his father. He even got two lucky numbers for them to make them easier to remember.

After leaving the electronics mall, Chen Ming rushed to the telecommunications bureau without stopping.

Installing a telephone is a complicated process that requires waiting in line.

When it was finally his turn, Chen Ming handed the application form to the staff.

"Comrade, I'd like to install a telephone at home."

The staff member took the form, glanced at it casually, and then looked up.

He said in a businesslike tone, "You need to pay an installation fee and prepay for phone service to get a telephone installed..."

Chen Ming politely interrupted the staff member: "Hello, could you just tell me the total cost?"

"Sir, the installation fee is 800 yuan, and the prepaid phone credit is 200 yuan, making a total of 1000 yuan."

Chen Ming smiled and nodded, then took out neatly arranged bills from his wallet and handed them to the staff member: "Here you go, please count them."

The staff member took the money, counted it carefully, and confirmed that everything was correct.

Smiling, he said to Chen Ming, "Sir, your paperwork is complete. We will arrange for a technician to come and install the telephone as soon as possible."

Chen Ming returned the smile: "Thank you, thank you for your trouble."

After leaving the telecommunications bureau, Chen Ming breathed a sigh of relief, finally having gotten all these things done.

He looked up at the sky; it was gradually getting dark.

When Chen Ming got home, he noticed that something was off about the atmosphere.

His father, Chen Yitian, was sitting in the main room, his face ashen, holding a letter in his hand, his whole body trembling.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Chen Ming asked hurriedly.

Chen Yitian looked up and saw Chen Ming, his eyes immediately reddening: "Your great-grandfather, your second great-grandfather, they..."

Chen Ming's heart skipped a beat, a sense of foreboding washing over him. He quickly took the letter, which read:

"Third brother, we know you've recently struck it rich, but we're running into some trouble and need your help..."

In the letter, Chen Ming's great-uncle's son and great-uncle's son claimed that they had lost money in business and were heavily in debt, and now creditors were coming to their door to collect the debts.

Desperate, they turned to Chen Ming for help, hoping he could lend them some money to help them through their crisis.

After reading the letter, Chen Ming's face also turned gloomy.

He had long known the nature of these two vampire families. In his previous life, they had frequently borrowed money from him under various pretexts and had never paid back a single penny.

"Dad, we can't lend this money!" Chen Ming said firmly.

Chen Yitian sighed: "I know, but..."

"There are no 'buts'!" Chen Ming interrupted him.

"They're just trying to take advantage of you! Have you forgotten how they treated us before?"

Chen Yitian fell silent. He knew Chen Ming was right, but he still felt a little reluctant.

"Dad, you're just too soft-hearted!" Chen Ming said, exasperated.

"They won't be grateful to you at all; they'll just feel like you owe them something!"

Chen Yitian wanted to say something, but Chen Ming interrupted him: "Don't worry about this, I'll handle it!"

Chen Ming looked at his father, Chen Yitian, and said firmly, "Dad, we can't lend them this money! They're just a bunch of vampires, insatiable wolves!"

Chen Yitian frowned, rubbing his calloused hands, and sighed, "Well, that's true, but they are still your great-grandfather and great-uncle. Blood is thicker than water..."

"Jin? Dad, do you remember when our electric blanket business was just starting out? What did they say? They said they wanted to invest, but as soon as they heard that the county was also going to set up an electric blanket factory, they immediately withdrew their investment, afraid of losing money! Now that our business is doing well, they want to take advantage of us. There's no such thing as a free lunch!"