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Chapter 295 Even the Boss Has a Difficult Time

After dinner, Song Huan settled Wu Tian and Chen Fei in.

There was a chain hotel near the restaurant. He booked two rooms and handed over the room keys.

Chen Fei took the room key, yawned, and said, "Boss, you should get some rest too."

Wu Tian stood at the door of the room, pushed up his glasses, and hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Song Huan waved his hand at him, saying he would pick them up tomorrow morning.

After leaving the hotel, he didn't take a taxi or a bus; he just walked.

In late September, the evenings in Nanjiang were already quite cool.

The sycamore leaves were just beginning to turn yellow, with a golden edge around them, and they rustled under the streetlights.

He walked on the sidewalk, his hands in his pockets, at a moderate pace.

My mind is working.

The shop was rented for five years for 400,000 yuan.

The renovation team has started work and it should be completed in half a month.

Chen Fei brought five people with him, and with housing subsidies and double salaries, the monthly labor costs jumped up again.

Wu Tian agreed, but the salary hadn't been discussed yet. However, it couldn't be too low; you can't keep someone like that if you offer too little.

The office building hasn't been rented yet.

The business license has not been obtained yet.

The team hasn't been assembled yet.

Money is flowing out.

Xiaoyunduo Esports' monthly net income of 500,000 yuan and two stores are what give him his confidence.

However, once a food delivery platform is launched, the rate at which it burns through cash is on a completely different level.

Merchants need to conduct on-the-ground promotions, users need subsidies, delivery teams need to be built, and technology development needs to be invested in.

He knew about the group's success, and he also knew the path to success.

But between knowing and doing, there is a river he must cross himself.

He had no team, no resources, and no access to the financing environment that any internet company in this era could enjoy.

He had only himself and an idea that was still in its infancy.

There's a broken streetlight ahead, making the light dimmer.

He remembered his past life.

At that time, he was in Nanjiang, renting a ten-square-meter partitioned room. He would work as a designated driver until the early hours of the morning, and when he came back, he would lie on the bed staring at the ceiling, thinking that this was probably how his life would be.

At that time, he also thought about starting his own business, becoming a rich person, and many other things.

But after his first business venture burned through all his family's money, he faced reality.

The next day, I went back to work, continued driving for hire, and continued paying off those never-ending debts.

Now he stands here again.

He had the money, the people, and time was on his side.

This time, we can't just think about it anymore.

He took his hand out of his pocket, rubbed his face, and felt the coolness of his fingers.

Looking up, the lights of Nanjing University's main gate were on.

Outside is a long street lined with snack shops and milk tea shops on both sides, with plastic tables and chairs set up at the entrances, where students sit in twos and threes.

He walked quickly, his gaze sweeping across the glass window of a milk tea shop.

Then he stopped.

Lin Yue is inside.

She was wearing a dark green apron and had her hair tied in a ponytail, standing behind the counter.

He was holding a shaker and shaking it.

Her movements were nimble; the ice cubes clattered in the glass, and her hair swayed along with them.

After shaking, unscrew the lid, pour the milk tea into a cup, seal it, attach a label, and hand it to the girl outside the counter.

Then she turned around and said something to her colleague next to her.

The colleague, a round-faced girl, covered her mouth and laughed after hearing this.

Lin Yue smiled too, her eyebrows curving upwards, revealing two rows of white teeth.

That kind of smile wasn't polite or professional; it was genuine happiness.

Song Huan stood outside the window, watching her.

The warm yellow lights in the milk tea shop shone on her, making her profile very bright.

She bent down, wiped the water stains off the table, and twirled the rag in her hand.

Then he looked up and glanced out the window.

He quickly moved a step to the side, standing in the shadow of the GG sign, so she didn't see it.

He turned and left.

……

The next day, Song Huan and Wu Tian arrived at an old dormitory building near Nanjing University.

The six-story red brick building had most of its plaster peeled off, revealing the gray bricks inside.

Bicycles and old cardboard boxes were piled up in the stairwell, and the iron railings on the balcony were rusty.

On the windowsill of one house, there was a row of flowerpots, but the flowers had long since withered, leaving only dry branches.

Wu Tian stood downstairs, looking up, a twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"Wasn't it supposed to be an office building?"

Song Huan patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "Brother Wu, listen to me. Renting office space is too uneconomical. Apart from employee salaries, you should save money where you can and spend money where you can. You have to put all your money into merchants, on-the-ground promotion, delivery, and subsidies to survive and grow. Look at this location, it's close to the school, convenient for commuting, and you don't even need to rent a place, you can just sleep here, isn't that great?"

Wu Tian looked at him, remained silent for a while, and then nodded.

He had no way out.

Song Huan rented the entire fourth floor.

There are four rooms in total, each about 80 square meters.

The original tenants have moved out, and the room is empty, with stickers and nail holes left by the previous tenants on the walls.

Song Huan stood in the empty living room and walked around.

"This room is for staff dormitory, and those three are for office use."

Wu Tian stood next to him, holding a notebook and taking notes.

Song Huan took a bank card out of her pocket and handed it over.

"Angkor, I'm leaving the equipment to you. You know more about desks, chairs, computers, and servers than I do. Also, buy the beds, cabinets, and water heaters for the staff dormitories."

Wu Tian took the bank card, his mouth agape. "President Song, I'm here for technical development."

Song Huan sighed, her tone helpless, "There's nothing I can do. I have class this afternoon, and that idiot teacher even takes attendance."

Wu Tian looked at him, his expression changing from bewilderment to a resigned calm.

Song Huan gave a few more instructions: call again if you don't have enough money, choose equipment with a high cost-performance ratio, don't buy expensive ones, and then turned and went downstairs.

Wu Tian stood in the empty room, clutching the bank card in his hand, looking at the dust on the floor and the cobwebs in the corner.

He pushed up his glasses, opened his notebook, and began making a list.

On her way back to school, Song Huan passed by that milk tea shop again.

Lin Yue was still inside, separated by glass.

She was bending over, taking pearls out of the freezer.

The apron straps were tied in a bow at the back of her waist, and her ponytail hung down over her shoulders.

The round-faced girl next to me was untying her apron, saying something.

The glass provides sound insulation, but it's not very clear what you hear.

But when Song Huan saw the round-faced girl hang her apron on the wall, pick up her bag, and say something to Lin Yue.

Lin Yue straightened up, wiped her hands, and nodded with a smile.

The round-faced girl pushed open the door and left.

Lin Yue remained alone behind the counter.

There was a notebook next to her.

The first page has two names written on it.

Song Huan, Lin Yue.