Chapter 565 - 408: I Want to Go to Luzhou Science and Technology University! Chen Yansen: Dear Competitors, Don’t Be Afraid, I’m Here

"Boss, a copy of *Youth Digest*, please!"

At the entrance of National Guest Bookstore, Chen Yansen, carrying a bag of oranges, called out to Lao Chen, who was engrossed in a book.

Lao Chen instinctively looked up. When he saw who his customer was, his tone soured. "When did you get back? If I’d known, I would have waited for you. We could have gone to see your mom together."

"I already went," Chen Yansen replied, then handed the oranges to Lao Chen. "I bought these just for you."

Lao Chen had a fondness for seemingly uninteresting and cheap fruits like oranges, bananas, and apples.

"Why didn’t you wait for me?" Lao Chen asked casually as he took the oranges.

"I didn’t want to see you all weepy," Chen Yansen said bluntly.

"..." Lao Chen’s hand froze. It took all his self-control to resist the urge to smash an orange on President Chen’s forehead.

"Close up shop. Let’s get some dinner together," Chen Yansen suggested.

Chen Guobin frowned. "First Middle School and Second Middle School aren’t out yet. Students will definitely be coming by to return books later."

A copy of *Youth Digest* is eight yuan, *Reader* is six, and *Sparks* is six. High school students don’t have much pocket money, and they have to save up for video games and internet cafes.

So, Lao Chen had set up a "book rental" service. All magazines were fifty cents a day to rent. After a month, he’d sell the old issues at a seventy percent discount.

It didn’t make much money, but it kept Chen Guobin busy.

"Then we’ll wait. Give me an orange." Chen Yansen pulled over a chair and held his hand out to Lao Chen.

Chen Guobin smiled. Drawing on his decades of experience, he picked out a big, sweet orange for his son.

"Students have class on Qingming Festival?" Chen Yansen asked.

"What holidays do high school seniors get? I hear they even have their monthly exams today," Lao Chen answered glumly.

’The only group worse off than corporate drones are probably high school seniors.’

Chen Yansen mused to himself.

The father and son ate oranges and read books to pass the time.

「Elsewhere.」

The moment Chen Yansen’s car pulled up to the National Guest Bookstore, Tang Lixin received the news.

"Should we pay him a visit?" Tang Lixin asked, looking at his secretary.

"It’s 5:10 PM. Showing up unannounced would be a bit inappropriate. Mr. Chen is probably back to visit a grave."

Zhao Siyuan pushed up his glasses, advising his boss against being too forward.

"Then help me schedule a time... never mind, I’ll call Chen Yansen myself."

Tang Lixin changed his mind mid-sentence.

Clinging to a powerhouse like Chen Yansen was just too beneficial. Last year, the county’s GDP had grown by over three billion, which had earned him recognition in the city. He’d even been personally praised by the higher-ups several times.

RING... RING... RING...

The sound of the phone ringing made Tang Lixin anxious.

"Mr. Tang, is there something I can help you with?" Chen Yansen asked lightly after pressing the answer button.

"Mr. Chen, I was wondering if you might be free tomorrow? Several entrepreneurs from the Chunshen Agricultural Aid Program would like to thank you in person," Tang Lixin said, inventing an excuse.

"I have two hours in the morning." Chen Yansen didn’t refuse, considering how Tang Lixin had looked out for Lao Chen.

"Nine o’clock at the Hongye International Hotel, then," Tang Lixin immediately arranged.

"Alright," Chen Yansen responded.

"Then I won’t disturb you any further, Mr. Chen. Please, carry on." Polite and enthusiastic, his posture extremely humble, Tang Lixin tactfully hung up the phone.

Seeing this, Zhao Siyuan’s expression remained calm. Although Tang Lixin held a respectable position of power in Chunshen, the saying "wealth can move gods" was no joke.

With Chen Yansen’s wealth and influence, if he chose to ignore Tang Lixin, there was nothing the latter could do about it.

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...

"Uncle Chen, I’d like a copy of the *Huian Evening News*—the issue with the article about Brother Jensen."

Chen Yansen was lying on Lao Chen’s rocking chair, reading. Hearing a familiar voice, he silently covered his face with his book.

"Here you go. This just came in yesterday." Lao Chen bent down and pulled out a brand-new newspaper.

The headline on the front page read: "Post-90s, Super-Rich, Self-Made... His Success Is Perfectly Reasonable!"

The print and television media in Huian Province loved to report on Chen Yansen for a simple reason: he was trending.

The cover featured a bust shot of Chen Yansen. The left side of his face was slightly shadowed to make his features look more defined.

In reality, the photo was taken a year ago.

Chen Yansen’s popularity had recently reached a new level after he attended the "IT Leaders Summit."

The *Huian Evening News* was just reusing an old photo for new press, trotting President Chen out again as a tool to boost subscription sales.

"Uncle Chen, here." The young woman took out two coins.

"How could I take your money?" Lao Chen said, waving his hand.

His posture screamed, ’If you dare pay, I’ll get mad!’

The young woman sighed in resignation. She offered a polite thank you and was about to leave when, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Chen Yansen on the rocking chair.

"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, that rascal Chen Yansen is back. Xiaosen, look who’s here!" Lao Chen turned and kicked Chen Yansen.

Chen Yansen gave a wry smile. ’Looks like Lao Chen will never kick his habit of kicking people.’

Seeing he couldn’t play possum any longer, he moved the book from his face, smiled, and waved at Prince Ziyuan. "Ziyan, you’re out of school. You should head home if you don’t have anything else."

"What kind of way is that to talk to someone?" Lao Chen shot him a fierce glare.

"Brother Jensen, the college entrance exams are in two months. Do you think I should go to Qingbei, or Jiaoda, or Fudan?" Prince Ziyuan asked, unfazed, as she eagerly shuffled closer.

Chen Yansen glanced at her. Compared to a year ago, Prince Ziyuan had grown a few centimeters taller, and her features had become even more refined.

Wang Zihao had been right. Either he was adopted, or Prince Ziyuan was. The difference in their looks was worlds apart.