Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!
Chapter 443 - 361: Judging a Person by Their Butt

Chapter 443: Chapter 361: Judging a Person by Their Butt

From start to finish, Wen Hua never thought there was anything wrong with her deliberately being one minute late to put on airs.

In the end, she didn’t really take the high-end online influencer bubble tea project too seriously, and she cared even less about a freshman.

In the investment world, the evaluation of projects has always been subjective: the benevolent see benevolence, and the wise see wisdom.

Some people think a particular project is outstanding; others see it as a future rotten cabbage.

Everyone’s business sense is different.

In fact, many projects that later turned out to be incredibly successful might not have had a single supporter at the beginning.

Moreover, capital operation has become so popular nowadays that there’s no need to dig up good subaquatic projects; a bit of project operation can make money just the same.

The ones who can repeatedly unearth high-quality subaquatic projects are usually the big names in the industry.

Such people are rare.

At the very least, the three people in this private room are not among them.

Otherwise, Tiancheng Capital wouldn’t be less than top-notch in Hang City.

As the conversation went on, Wen Hua began to think that Youu Tea’s days were numbered.

She felt that this online influencer bubble tea brand wouldn’t manage to fundraise in Hang City.

Meng Haichuan, however, waved his hand and said, "Not necessarily."

"Don’t forget, this freshman is not simple; his own pockets aren’t empty. Plus, isn’t the son of Shen Guoqiang part of his team?" he said.

"How far Youu Tea can go in 2015 depends on whether Shen Guoqiang makes a move or not," Meng Haichuan added indifferently.

Wen Hua said with a smile, "As far as I know, Shen Guoqiang’s son is a bit of a spendthrift."

Hearing this, Meng Haichuan just smiled slightly without saying much.

The three of them agreed that Shen Guoqiang probably wouldn’t pour money into a bubble tea shop.

He came from traditional industries; it made no sense for him to invest heavily in such an online hype project.

If he really had such intentions, he would have released this news before seeking venture capital.

From a certain perspective, it would be advantageous for fundraising.

Meng Haichuan, like Chen Bohan, placed great importance on the Youu Tea project and had planned to make it a key project for the first quarter of 2015.

But since they couldn’t coordinate well, they wouldn’t be licking their faces and offering money to Cheng Zhu, would they?

Maybe you are someone important in your university circle.

But in front of us, you are just a decent young person.

Nothing more.

Because of being one minute late, making a big fuss just showed that this young man did not feel respect and awe for Tiancheng Capital.

Arrogant folks eventually have to pay for their arrogance!

Let’s just wait and see what this young and reckless lad will do.

Who knows, if he really can’t get any investments, he might come knocking on our door, asking for forgiveness.

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The next day, Cheng Zhu went to Pulin Capital as promised, hit it off with Yue Dongyi and others, further discussed the Youu Tea project, and formally confirmed the financing, starting the procedures.

Pulin Capital was very interested in the co-branding model proposed by Cheng Zhu and took it very seriously.

For this reason, they specifically asked which brand he was planning to team up with.

Cheng Zhu casually mentioned a few co-branding events he remembered that hadn’t crashed and burned.

Mr. Strong was definitely not doable – the collaboration crashed too hard; he didn’t know what Hey Tea was thinking in his past life, pairing bubble tea with toilet cleaner sales.

So is my mouth for drinking bubble tea, or for swigging toilet cleaner?

In fact, even the once sensational collaboration with Durex required consideration.

In Cheng Zhu’s memory, Durex had become extremely popular online for a period, thanks to their highly provocative ad copy that went viral.

Perhaps it was for this reason that the bold co-branding idea came to be.

But selling contraceptives was Durex’s main game; they served those who bought cola, and if their copy was a bit risqué, people didn’t mind; instead, they marveled at the ingenuity.

But if a regular product collaborated with them, the outcome might not be as certain.

Would it go viral?

Definitely.

Would there be controversy?

Absolutely.

And a lot of it.

"If I remember correctly, the copy for that collaboration was: ’Not a single drop shall remain tonight,’" Cheng Zhu recalled.

The copy was clever, related to bubble tea, and layered with double entendres, no, multiple entendres!

It even had homophonic puns.

So, there arises the question.

When bubble tea-drinking girls ponder, are they actually drinking tea, or are they drinking...

Also, a not insignificant proportion of bubble tea buyers are minors.

So no wonder there’d be complaints.

Therefore, Cheng Zhu specifically discussed with the folks at Pulin Capital that co-branding also needs to be handled with utmost care.

This made Yue Dongyi appreciate the young man even more.

"He might look and act wild, but deep down, he’s a down-to-earth and steady person. He’s meticulous and considerate in his work."

"Just like me!"

"The more I see, the more he reminds me of my younger self!"

— "This Kid Is Like Me" Version 2.0.

Previously, only Yue Dongyi from Pulin Capital had met Cheng Zhu; the others hadn’t interacted with him.

Now that everyone had sat down for a chat, thanks to Cheng Zhu’s eloquence and foresight, they gained more confidence in the Youu Tea project.

"Wow, the young people of this era are impressive!"

After leaving the meeting room, as Cheng Zhu had predicted, Yue Dongyi even had a picture taken with him.

As for Pulin Capital’s investment of one billion in Youu Tea, it would be publicly announced on the following Monday, as previously agreed.

Pulin Capital had even contacted the relevant media, looking to fan the flames even higher!

The reason was simple: from this moment on, Yue Dongyi’s attention had already begun to focus on the second round of fundraising for Youu Tea.

The bubble tea industry involves real product sales.

But after all, it’s influencer bubble tea.

Since it comes with the influencer tag, it definitely needs to be promoted.

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When Cheng Zhu left Pulin Capital, he was driven back to his hotel by Pulin’s corporate car.

Yue Dongyi had a lot on his plate today, so he didn’t invite him to stay for dinner.

He really liked this kid and always felt he saw shades of his younger self in him.

Another point for approval from the old master of imposition!

Back at the hotel, Cheng Zhu sent a message to Hu Yan: "I’ve finished all my business for today; where are we having dinner?"

"How about my place?" Hu Yan proposed.

Cheng Zhu: "???"

Are you sure?

Seeing the question marks he sent, Hu Yan thought he was doubting her cooking skills or considering her cheap.

She immediately typed: "Boss, I’m a good cook. My younger sister really loves the dishes I make."

"And what’s more! I’ll definitely make a feast today! I’ll definitely buy good ingredients!"

Cheng Zhu realized that she truly did not want to go out.

For this homebound female illustrator, going to crowded places seemed to be a truly terrifying ordeal.

— Home is the safest place!

He couldn’t help but recall the last time Hu Yan came to Hang City; he had patted her shoulder to signal her to get into the car quickly. Since there was a group of people nearby, her face turned red instantly; even her ears and neck were flushed, alarmingly so.

Cheng Zhu was a bit bewildered: "If just a pat on the shoulder does this to you, what if I slapped your plump behind? Would you faint on the spot?"

He picked up his phone and began to type: "Then send me your address, I’ll come over around 5:30."

"Okie dokie!"

Hu Yan sent a location that was quite far from where Cheng Zhu was.

Shanghai, the downside is it’s too big!

After chatting with Hu Yan, Cheng Zhu called Shen Minglang to inform him that the financing was settled and the procedures were already underway.

Unexpectedly, the response on the other end was "So, we’ll definitely see the news on Monday, right?"

Cheng Zhu: I’m really at my wits’ end!

Is that all you care about, you show-off?

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Zhu planned to wander around a shopping district before heading directly to Hu Yan’s place.

Before leaving his room, he turned back to grab a folder.

"I almost forgot you. Whether or not you’ll be needed tonight, better to bring you along just in case," he thought to himself.

At 5:26 p.m., Cheng Zhu arrived at Hu Yan’s door and rang the doorbell.

The plump, apron-clad female illustrator immediately came to open the door.

Since she was busy in the kitchen and couldn’t leave, she called out, "Boss, just put on some shoe covers, and then make yourself comfortable on the sofa. Dinner will be ready soon."

"Okay," Cheng Zhu said.

He put on the shoe covers and entered the apartment, beginning to explore the one-bedroom Hu Yan had rented.

How to put it...

It was damn well tidied up just in the afternoon.

The place was abnormally neat and clean.

It was like those days in college dorms when roommates suddenly got a cleaning bug and launched a major clean-up.

Afterwards, there’s barely any sign of life.

"Do you need help?" Cheng Zhu asked politely as he approached the kitchen.

He wasn’t bad at cooking, but he was incredibly lazy.

However, as Cheng Zhu entered the kitchen, Hu Yan was reaching under the cabinet to retrieve something that had fallen, awkwardly kneeling on the floor.

"No, no," she replied, still struggling on her knees.

Cheng Zhu caught the visually stunning scene right before his eyes.

How should one describe this picture?

As everyone knows, the internet likes to use the symbol "orz" to describe someone kneeling and bowing.

The three letters indeed suggest a person in prostration.

But "orz" cannot describe Hu Yan.

Her ample buttocks protruded excessively, so much that even when she wore a mask, Cheng Zhu could recognize people by their butts.

She was an "or2."

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(ps: Second update, asking for monthly tickets. I didn’t get to finish editing, and it’s a few minutes late...)