Chapter 133: Plan B, Unleash My Secret Weapon “Aunt Chen, open the wardrobe for me and pick out a gown! “Then call the makeup artist, I want a queen-style makeover! “Uncle Xu, drive that Porsche out of the garage and park it at the entrance! “Oh, and call the person in charge of the venture capital conference, tell them I’m coming. This is my turf, and it doesn’t start without me! “Do you even need to ask? Of course it’s the very, very, very front row!” At Hongye Residence, Yin Shuya had completely abandoned her usual lazy-girl image. She stood with her hands on her hips, looking arrogant and domineering. Then she changed into a deep wine-red gown. Cursing while the makeup artist applied layers of color, she gradually transformed into a refined and aloof queen. “Miss, when will you be back?” someone asked. “Not sure. Don’t bother preparing dinner, I might eat out.” With that, Yin Shuya floored the accelerator, driving out of the villa district. Her one-handed grip on the wheel looked almost like a queen personally leading an army into battle. Hm? Wait, I was driving the wrong way? Coughing awkwardly, Yin Shuya checked her surroundings, saw no one, and quickly made a U-turn toward the East Second Ring. At the International Trade Exhibition Center, her phone buzzed, Jiang Zhou’s avatar flashing. Jiang Zhou: “You there yet?” Yin Shuya: “I’m here. Now what?” Jiang Zhou: “Go inside and casually invest ten, twenty million into my project.” Yin Shuya: “I never agreed to invest in you! Dream on!” Jiang Zhou: “Don’t forget, we’re grasshoppers tied to the same rope now!” Yin Shuya: “Ha! So you tricked me here just to invest in you?” Jiang Zhou: “Actually, Dying to Survive has a sequel… maybe I’ll give the script to someone else.” Yin Shuya: “Wait wait wait! Fine, I’ll invest! Don’t hand the script to anyone else. I still want to be number one in the film industry!” Jiang Zhou: “Deal. Hurry up, or you’ll miss the show.” Fınd the newest release on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝘯𝘦𝘵 Yin Shuya: “You bastard!” Back in the interrogation room at 1:30 p.m., Jiang Zhou was cracking sunflower seeds, finally looking relaxed. From the start, he hadn’t cared about getting investment money himself. His real goal was to make sure Shangjing’s investors noticed Ganfanren. They were supposed to see a handsome young entrepreneur personally present his great project. Since he couldn’t go, they wouldn’t see the handsome entrepreneur… but they could still notice the project. After all, investors came to see projects, not faces. With the right gimmick, he didn’t even need to be there. And what better gimmick than Yin Shuya walking in and casually tossing ten million into Ganfanren? Even if Shangjing’s business circle didn’t know her identity, her unforgettable face alone would turn heads. So he wasn’t worried at all. This was his Plan B. After all, what real businessman puts all his eggs in one basket? The only reason he hadn’t used this plan before was his hesitation. It was, after all, his last-resort option. He didn’t know Yin Shuya well, and didn’t want to be too entangled with her. Because accepting her investment meant she’d have a hand in Ganfanren. The thought left a sour taste, but it couldn’t be helped. Sighing, he raised his phone and filmed the clock. Oh right… Dying to Survive never had a sequel, did it? Well, let her finish shooting the first one first. After that, maybe I could toss her Wolf Warrior, Detective Chinatown, or even something random from Li Aying. “Hey, buddy, I’m done with the sunflower seeds. My mouth’s too dry. Bring me a beer, will you? “Oh, and some duck neck too, for a snack!” Jiang Zhou pocketed his phone and shouted toward the door. Outside, Du Weiliang’s face turned dark. What the hell is going on? Am I babysitting an ancestor instead of interrogating a student? “Liang-ge, what do we do?” “What do you think? Go buy it!” The staffer stammered an “oh, oh,” then rushed out. Meanwhile, inside the venture capital conference hall. Su Nan and Han Rou sat nervously in their seats. All the project materials had been arranged by Jiang Zhou. Only he could present Ganfanren clearly and vividly. Now, with him in trouble and unable to show up, the two of them might not even explain the basics properly. “Senior, what do we do? When will Jiang Zhou arrive?” Han Rou put down her phone. “Bad news, he won’t make it anytime soon.” Su Nan’s heart jumped. “What, jail?!” “Uh, not that. Just… he can’t come right now.” “But the conference is about to start! What do we do?” Han Rou patted her shoulder. “He said you’re most familiar with the project. Just go up and present casually.” Su Nan bit her lip. “I could present casually, but that won’t bring investment!” “I don’t know what he’s thinking, but he told me that you don’t need to care about investment.” “Then what should I care about?” “He said you just need to explain the project clearly.” Hearing this, Su Nan suddenly felt the weight of responsibility. What did “explain clearly” even mean? Should she go through every detail, or just hype the grand vision? “Senior, why don’t you go present instead?” Han Rou thought for a moment. “But I’ve only ever helped a little. I don’t know much.” Su Nan’s face fell. “I’m scared… What if we get no investors?” “Since he said so, just be bold.” “I’m afraid he’ll be disappointed. Ganfanren is his life’s work!” Hearing that, Han Rou’s mood sank too. Everyone knew how much Jiang Zhou had poured into this project. From groundwork to promotion, countless effort and money — and even his hair — had been lost. If they failed to secure funding today, the school would surely pull its support. Without new capital, they couldn’t expand beyond the campus. And a delivery project confined to just the university town, how long could it survive? Taking a deep breath, Su Nan opened the materials. Some were Jiang Zhou’s writing, which she had never seen before. There were also financial reports, compiled by Feng Siruo and Xu Yurong, which she wasn’t familiar with either. All she could do now was memorize what she could, bit by bit. At that moment, the front doors opened. A woman in her thirties walked down the red carpet. Wearing a black veil hat, her every movement radiated elegance. The investors in the hall instinctively rose to their feet. “It’s Feng Yiyun from the Feng family! She actually came to Shangjing?” “Could the Feng family be getting involved here too?” “Not sure. Maybe she’s just interested in a project?” Feng Yiyun removed her hat and sat in the first row of the left section. Her chauffeur-assistant went to the display area, retrieved a project proposal, and handed it to her. ‘National Food Delivery Platform — Ganfanren.’ She glanced at it, then tossed it on the floor with a cold sneer. In her eyes, such a project was nothing but a joke. That arrogant boy couldn’t even show up in person, he must be panicking right now. But then, the doors opened again. This time, the investors stood up even faster, their excitement higher than before. “It’s the Yin family’s eldest daughter! Why would she show up?” “Didn’t she never go out in public?” “Could it be that she also has her eyes on a project?” “Quick, watch Miss Yin, see what she invests in!” Amidst the murmurs and eager gazes, Yin Shuya walked through the hall and took a seat in the first row on the right. Not long after, a chubby man in a suit hurried over. “Miss Yin, hello! I’m the organizer here!” Yin Shuya gave him a look. “You call me ‘Miss Yin’, does that mean your company is owned by my family too?” The man chuckled nervously. “Well… sort of. Let me introduce myself. Surname An, first name Xiong.” “How does this conference work?” Yin Shuya asked. An Xiong produced ten black cards. “Each card represents an investment of one million. You can drop them into the boxes in front of entrepreneurs as they present their projects.” Shuya took the cards. “That simple? I can give them to anyone?” “Of course, any project you think is worth investing in.” “Then hurry up and let them present. My time is limited.” “Yes, Miss Yin! We’ll start immediately.” With a beaming smile, An Xiong stepped onto the stage and began his impassioned opening remarks. After the host thanked the attending guests once more, it was time for the entrepreneurs to take the stage one by one to present their projects. “Senior Han, which number are we in the lineup?” “Fifth from the end. There’s still time, keep memorizing.” Su Nan nodded and continued reciting Jiang Zhou’s business plan. But just then, a girl suddenly sat down beside her. She looked very young, probably eighteen or nineteen. Her skin was quite dark, though her features weren’t bad. What stood out, however, was the faintly hostile look in her eyes. “Let me introduce myself,” the girl said. “I’m Yang Leduo, from Qingbei University.” Su Nan ignored her, shifting to the other side to continue memorizing. Han Rou, however, looked at her and asked softly, “Do we know each other?” Yang Leduo smiled. “We don’t, but I’ve heard of Ganfanren.” “You’re an entrepreneur too?” “Yeah. I’m Qingbei’s rising star in entrepreneurship. My project is Shared Flywheel.” Han Rou froze for a moment. “What’s that supposed to be?” Yang Leduo frowned. “Shared bicycle program. Haven’t you heard of it?” “Sorry, I really don’t know. I’m not an entrepreneur.” “You’re not Jiang Zhou? Oh right, Jiang Zhou’s a guy, isn’t he?” “Jiang Zhou is my brother. I’m here in his place.” Yang Leduo sneered. “So he thinks his project is so trash that he doesn’t even dare show up himself?” Han Rou’s eyes instantly sharpened. “Classmate, what’s with your tone?” “Am I wrong? Food delivery? Pathetic idea.” “What’s wrong with food delivery? What’s so funny about it?” “In today’s food courts and small restaurants, you can find food everywhere. Who’d pay a delivery fee of several yuan for takeout? And he wants to expand citywide? Ridiculous.” Han Rou gave a cold laugh. “And your shared bicycles aren’t trash?” Yang Leduo gave her a look. “Do you know how many people in Shangjing walk to the subway? How many walk to transfer buses?” “I don’t. What does that have to do with your project?” “I put hundreds of bikes on the streets. Pay the membership fee, get the unlock code, and anyone can ride. I charge each person a hundred for membership. Guess how much I’ve made so far?” Yang Leduo lifted her chin proudly. “Over six hundred users. Just from memberships, that’s sixty thousand.” Han Rou nodded, then pulled out her handbag. “My brother takes 30% commission from every food delivery. Doesn’t sound like much, right? But this bag, he bought it for me. Twenty thousand.” “I’m not trying to compare who spends more money. I’m talking about project quality.” “And what makes you so sure your shared bike thing is good?” Yang Leduo raised her head even higher. “I got a one-million investment last year.” Han Rou snorted lightly. “Only one million?” “One million is ‘only’? Don’t make me laugh. Your Ganfanren won’t get a single cent!” “So you came over here just to say that? What’s the point?” “Because people keep comparing me to him, saying I’m not growing as fast. Why? He’s just a delusional dreamer!” Han Rou sneered. “Then good luck to you. Just don’t walk away empty-handed.” Yang Leduo’s lips curved upward. “I’ll make sure your project never raises its head again.” “Big words. Careful you don’t slap your own face.” With a cold snort, Yang Leduo turned back to her seat. Su Nan quietly leaned over. “I’m a little scared.” “What are you scared of?” “She said we won’t get a single cent.” “Relax. If my brother says we can, then we definitely can.”