Jiang Qin said slightly disappointed: “The amount is kept secret. If it needs to be announced to the public, just say that we only earned 450,000.”
“Keep it a secret from everyone?”
“Yes, everyone.”
Xu Yu once again realized the difference between bosses and ordinary people.
Because if it were another college student, they would jump out and shout that I made five million, and then win the applause and envy of the whole school.
It’s not like the boss is so low-key that he doesn’t talk about it but still cries about his poverty every day.
But it makes sense for Jiang Qin to do this. Before the Internet revolution completely set off a tsunami, few capitals would focus on the college student market.
But if you show off and attract their attention, everything will be over.
Before he straightened his back and stood up, Jiang Qin hoped that everyone would look down on him so that he could continue to grow.
“You call Lan Lan later and tell her to book a table at the Juxian Building in the evening and let’s have dinner together.”
Xu Yu pursed his lips: “Do you want people from the University of Science and Technology to come together?”
“Invite Lai Cunqing and Ding Qiaona together, as well as Guo Zihang, the aunt’s treasure. Lao Guo has done a lot of work to build dormitories and inns for the two schools, and he deserves credit for his hard work.”
“OK.”
Jiang Qin was silent for a while and suddenly said: “Forget it, let’s go together with everyone from the four universities. Damn it, after making so much money, I should have a grand occasion. Otherwise, what’s the point of making money?”
After hearing this, Xu Yu took a breath and said to himself that the boss is really treacherous. Making money is different.
At this moment, Jiang Qin’s cell phone suddenly rang. One call was from Dong Wenhao, and the other was from Cunqing.
Today is the day when the school belle award ceremony is held. People from both sides came to invite him to attend the ceremony, but Jiang Qin didn’t know how to do it. After much deliberation, he decided to go to the Polytechnic University.
If not for anything else, he just wanted to know how old Zhang Zixuan was.
But this is definitely not out of vulgar desire, but out of pure curiosity.
Huge things are attractive, like Ultraman.
At 11 o’clock at noon, the sun was shining brightly, and the playground of Polytechnic University was surrounded by a crowd of people, holding colorful support signs.
The Polytechnic Institute elected five school beauties, but 60% of the cheering cards had Zhang Zixuan’s name on them.
In other words, 60% of the 70% of otakus at the Polytechnic University are fans of her alone.
Sure enough, greatness is justice.