Today, for the Student Union of Humanities and Social Sciences of the School of Finance, it might be a big piece of news that had not been seen for many years.
The summary was as follows:
Involved parties: Freshmen, class monitor Chen Hansheng of Class 2 of Public Administration, and Zhou Xiao, Deputy Minister of Public Relations
Event: Public competition to get sponsorship for the freshmen party
Location: Yiwu Commodity Center, Jiangling University City
Referee: Zuo Xiaoli, Qi Wei, and other cadres of the Student Union of Humanities and Social Sciences, as well as a large number of spectating freshmen
This competition was somewhat coincidental. It was caused by the rowdy freshmen, Zhou Xiao's self-esteem, Chen Hansheng's coercion, and many other factors. It was unexpected but reasonable.
Although the Student Union was essentially a civil society, it was tainted with a large number of bad habits of officialdom. The government office was not big, and its style was very bad. Just a few simple departments could be scheming against each other, and it was even divided into several factions.
Zhou Xiao was obviously following Zuo Xiaoli, but the cadres of the other departments might not. They just had the attitude of "it has nothing to do with me."
However, the spectating freshmen were unusually united. Wherever there was oppression, there would be resistance. It was true.
"The sponsors of the Faculty of Humanities and Social Sciences are all in the Yiwu Commodity Center. I don't think we need to ask each of them. It's a waste of time and energy. Let's just randomly assign each of them to a sponsor and see who can get more sponsorship."
In the square of the voluntary Commodity Center, the Vice President of the Faculty of Humanities and Social Sciences announced the rules.
Zhou Xiao would definitely agree. Although it was "random," he knew very well from the Public Relations Department which stores were easy to coordinate with and which stores were not given a chance. Zuo Xiaoli would definitely arrange it well.
Sure enough, Zhou Xiao was assigned to a barbershop that had just opened. The firecrackers at the door had not been cleaned. The boss was a young man in his twenties. Chen Hansheng was assigned to a stationery store. The boss was a middle-aged man in his forties.
When Zhou Xiao saw the results, he thought to himself, "What's the point of competing? A newly opened store definitely needs publicity. The young man is easy to talk to. He can easily get a few hundred yuan in sponsorship."
As for the stationery store owner, he was rich, but he was also stingy. Moreover, he was in the wholesale business and had little interest in retailing. There was no need for excessive publicity.
"Just you wait!"
Zhou Xiao glanced at Chen Hansheng, thinking that it was time to get back the face he had just lost.
Zhou Xiao excitedly pushed open the glass door of this "My Style, My Show" barbershop. Originally, the boss was very happy to see business, especially with so many students standing outside the door. However, after hearing Zhou Xiao's intentions, his face gradually turned cold.
"We just opened for business, and business isn't too good either."
The owner of the barbershop was very reluctant. Yiwu Commodity Center was the focus of all the universities in Jiangling University City. Sometimes, there would be several waves of students coming to ask for money.
"It's precisely because you've just opened that you need publicity. Our department is preparing to hold a freshmen party. If you sponsor a banner and make the final payment, all the freshmen in the department will be able to see it. If you sponsor some small gifts, this shop will become famous in our department."
There was a method to this kind of sponsorship. It didn't require much thinking to replicate it. However, the effect wouldn't be too good. There wouldn't be a lot of money, but there would be some small amount of money.
Chen Hansheng was also in the shop. He lit a cigarette without saying a word and quietly watched Zhou Xiao and Mr. Tony from the barbershop discuss.
At the end of the conversation, Zhou Xiao's tone was somewhat flattering.
Qi Wei was standing beside Chen Hansheng. She shook her head and sighed. "This is the current situation of our department. Sponsorship is like begging, but it can also train people. This shop is considered easy to talk to. The attitude of the stationery shop will be even worse."
Zhou Xiao relied on the vice-chairman Zuo Xiaoli and didn't take the department head Qi Wei seriously. The incident at noon was the result of Zhou Xiao's own initiative. Now, the entire department was humiliated.
Faced with the information revealed by Qi Wei, Chen Hansheng silently blew out smoke rings and didn't say a word.
Half an hour later, the young Mr. Tony finally relented. He agreed to sponsor a banner worth 200 yuan and a haircut coupon worth 300 yuan. They could be used as prizes at the freshmen party.
"Thank you, thank you."
Zhou Xiao, who was extremely arrogant in school, couldn't help but bow and express his gratitude. However, Mr. Tony's expression was cold and indifferent. He didn't respond much.
"It's really not easy, but at least there are some results."
Zhou Xiao let out a long sigh. His expression changed from bowed head to complacent. He then looked at Chen Hansheng provocatively.
Chen Hansheng threw away the cigarette butt and walked directly to the stationery shop. He didn't expect an accident to happen right at the beginning.
Originally, the stationery shop owner was talking to his neighbor at the door. After seeing Zuo Xiaoli and Qi Wei, he closed the glass door without saying a word.
Being rejected, Qi Wei's face was a little embarrassed and angry. Zuo Xiaoli purposely picked this kind of shop for Chen Hansheng. The intention of bullying was too obvious.
As for Zhou Xiao, he was very happy. He only hated that he wasn't the stationery shop owner. Otherwise, he would have made Chen Hansheng kneel down and call him father.
"I'll give you a start. The rest is up to you."
Qi Wei said and walked over to open the glass door. She said, "Hello Mr. Feng, I'm here to disturb you again."
"If you really feel that you're disturbing, then don't come."
The stationery shop owner was called Feng Jihua. He was 40 years old, bald, wore glasses, and had high cheekbones. From his face, one could tell that he was the type of person that wasn't easy to deal with.
Hearing Feng Jihua's ridicule, Qi Wei said awkwardly, "Our department is going to hold a party for new students. We would like to ask you to sponsor …"
"Bang!" A loud sound was heard.
Feng Jihua directly took out the thick account book and placed it on the counter. Qi Wei's voice also stopped abruptly.
"It's not that I don't want to support you, but I also have a lot of debts that I haven't collected back. I don't have the money to sponsor you." Feng Jihua said while flipping through the account book and taking out the IOU.
In the crowd, there was a student union member who complained in a low voice, "This again. Every time we want to sponsor, he takes out the IOU and ridicules us."
Standing from the standpoint of a businessman, Chen Hansheng could understand. After all, no one's money came from nowhere. Since there was no use for it, why would he sponsor it?
But from the perspective of today's competition, Chen Hansheng thought that Zuo Xiaoli really knew how to set a trap. People like Feng Jihua basically wouldn't fork out money.
"I'll still say the same thing. You college students are all capable people. Whoever can help me collect back my debts, this money will be considered as a sponsor."
After Feng Jihua finished speaking, he stared at the group of college students. They didn't have much experience in society. When the method of getting sponsors didn't work, they could only be helpless.
Zhou Xiao was the happiest here. He signaled Zuo Xiaoli to quickly announce the result of the competition. He already couldn't hold back and was ready to launch a 360 degree spiral attack on Chen Hansheng.
Seeing Zhou Xiao's excited expression, Chen Hansheng suddenly walked out and asked, "Boss Feng, is there a shop nearby that owes you money?"
Feng Jihua was enjoying the embarrassment of the college students when he suddenly froze. In the past, when he threw out this trump card, the college students would retreat. Today, it was rare that someone dared to ask.
"Are you going to help me collect my debts?"
"I can't go too far. I want the results in the afternoon." Chen Hansheng said.
Feng Jihua sized up Chen Hansheng. He was tall and wasn't ugly. However, there was always an unconcealable ruffian look in his eyes. When he smiled, there was a hint of frivolity. When he spoke, he was quite steady.
"There is a shop nearby."
The stationery shop owner, Feng Jihua, flipped through the account book and raised his head. "It's the fruit shop opposite."
"Where's the IOU?" Chen Hansheng asked.
"That's the problem. There were two copies of the IOU. But the one I kept was lost. After he found out, he immediately denied it. Otherwise, I would have gotten the IOU back long ago." Feng Jihua said.
Chen Hansheng thought that this was a debt without an IOU. Then he asked, "How much does he owe you?"
"2500 yuan."
Chen Hansheng nodded. After pondering for a while, he suddenly shouted, "Old Yang, Shaoqiang, Chenglong Zhu, do you dare to come with me to collect the debt?"
"Why wouldn't I dare!"
"Old Four, don't look down on others."
"Class monitor, I'll listen to everything you say!"
Chen Hansheng was also not polite. Bringing along the three delinquents, he directly went to the fruit shop opposite. The surrounding students also followed after them. Only Zhou Xiao was left behind and said to Zuo Xiaoli foolishly, "Shouldn't I be the one to win?"
Zuo Xiaoli originally thought that he would win, but now that there was an indescribable problem, he said very impatiently, "You are asking me? Who the hell am I asking!"
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