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Chapter 231 - 228 I have a project worth tens of billions (Thanks for the tip! Seeking monthly pass!)

Chapter 231: 228 I have a project worth tens of billions (Thanks for the tip! Seeking monthly pass!)

"Venting house?"

Staring at the excited yet slightly anxious young man in front of him, Luo Peng, who sat with an imposing posture, adjusted his seat and became somewhat interested.

With the power of money, their Angel Investing Society had rapidly gained popularity, not just on campus, but even beyond it.

This guy was from the neighboring Geology University, attracted by the news of their Angel Investing Society welcoming people with aspirations.

"Explain your idea in detail."

Seeing that he had piqued interest, the guy from Geology University grew even more excited and quickly said, "Nowadays, people are under too much pressure, whether they’re students, workers who have joined society, or even those from the elite class. Yet in everyday life, it’s hard for them to find an outlet for release, leading to a series of psychological issues over time—negativity, world-weariness, a lack of sense of life’s meaning. My business concept is to provide people with an outlet to vent the negative emotions accumulating in their hearts."

The school also supported the Angel Investing Society wholeheartedly, as nowadays colleges strongly encourage student entrepreneurship. They were generously provided a place to use as an "office space," previously an old telecommunications sales point, not very large but sufficient for their needs.

As entrepreneurs value practicality, Jiang Chen refused Luo Peng’s suggestion to renovate lavishly and simply erected a sign at the entrance, considering it done.

Jiang Chen, who remained behind the scenes financially contributing and working hard, naturally left the visible tasks to Luo Peng. After all, who at this age could refuse such face-gaining activities?

In the eyes of most people, Luo Peng was the founder and the financier of the Angel Investing Society.

Using the excuse of widening horizons and not to hoard in a library working in isolation, Luo Peng often recruited Bai Zheli as free labor.

Bai Zheli was also present today.

As the society’s popularity grew, Bai Zheli had seen many bizarre... interesting ideas. This student from Geology University sounded relatively normal.

"Continue."

"In short, clients can come to our venting house and pay to smash things. There’s nothing like breaking stuff to vent one’s inner negative emotions. We can purchase discarded home appliances, office supplies, and old furnishings from second-hand markets, or buy bottles from restaurants and bars, and so on...

I’ve got it all planned out. First, we can set a basic package that includes a basket with 15 bottles, protective gear, a face mask, protective gloves, and a wooden baseball bat for 30 minutes. If that’s not enough for our clients to smash, no problem, they can pay to add more. For example, a keyboard priced at 100 yuan, a single-door refrigerator for 300...

President Luo, just imagine, the clients put on protective gear, masks, and gloves and then take a baseball bat to swing their way through our venting house, with pulsating music blaring and the sound of shattering bottles. Doesn’t it sound immensely satisfying?"

Luo Peng tried to envision the scene and nodded subconsciously.

"Of course, if after smashing a basket of beer bottles you’re still not satisfied, you can ask the staff for more, just like ordering more dishes at a restaurant. Bust open the door and shout, ’Waiter, another basket, please!’"

The more he spoke, the more agitated and fiery his gaze became.

"President Luo, I actually believe the world is like Tai Chi, maintaining the balance of yin and yang. On one side of the circle, we spend money on movies, video games, and romance, all of which stimulate positive emotions. On the other side, we need to drown our sorrows in alcohol, relieve worries with weightlifting, find freedom in a venting house. I think, when one industry prospers, we can completely find opportunities on its flip side!"

Without a doubt.

This guy had come well prepared.

At the very least, his eloquence was infectious.

Luo Peng glanced at Bai Zheli.

Bai Zheli nodded.

Little Bai’s nod meant that the project was feasible.

Stroking his chin, Luo Peng said, "Not bad, how much startup capital do you need?"

"For now, we can start with opening one store to test the waters. The equipment is quite cheap, and the store’s rent is the main expense. According to the market price around the school, half a million should be enough."

"Fill in the information here, and we will contact you as soon as we have a result."

Bai Zheli handed over a registration form.

After all, this was a real investment with actual money, not charity throwing money around, so none of the necessary procedures would be missed.

The guy quickly filled in the information, and as he left, he clenched his fists and waved them violently towards the sky.

Luo Peng smiled.

No wonder some people always ask, what are your dreams?

The feeling of helping others achieve their dreams is indeed quite wonderful.

"Little Bai, do you think this project is reliable?"

He shifted his gaze.

Bai Zheli meticulously put away the registration form, "It should be more feasible than most of the previous projects, but I’m still not very optimistic about its return rate. Actually, these venting houses have already appeared in some places. Though they don’t require a huge investment, their clientele might be ninety percent one-time visitors. It is similar to a restaurant, but very different in that repeat customers are destined to be few, and the frequency won’t be high, because while we have to eat every day, we don’t need to vent our emotions daily."

"Little Bai, if I ever start a company, I will definitely hire you as my business consultant."

Luo Peng sighed feelingly.

Then,

he asked, "How many projects have we confirmed so far?"

"Six, I guess," Bai Zheli said as he adjusted his black-framed glasses. "Jiang Chen needs to invest more than three million for this, and the likelihood of losses is quite high."

Twirling a water-based pen, his arm resting on the table, Luo Peng said, "Little Bai, haven’t you noticed something? Jiang Chen doesn’t seem to care whether these projects make money, does he?"

Although the thought was strange, he had that feeling.

"Perhaps Brother Chen has known some hard times, so he tries to help those who want to change their fate as much as he can,"

Luo Peng couldn’t help but smile at some thought.

"Xiao Bai, do you remember the guy who came in two days ago, claiming he would definitely succeed, surpass Alibaba, and become the next Ma Yun?"

Bai Zheli thought for a while, his lips moved, but he said nothing.

"He told me to be the next Sun Zhengyi. At that time, I was somewhat embarrassed," Luo Peng said.

"Luo Brother, you, embarrassed?"

Bai Zheli teased.

Luo Peng smiled wryly, the water pen in his fingers spinning more nimbly.

"I thought that guy had some serious skills. Turned out, he was just big talk. A shared phone booth, for real? Completely off the wall, and then he has the nerve to call it ’retro urban chic.’ Seriously, entering requires a mobile scan. If I have a phone, why would I need his booth? Can’t I make a call myself? And then he opens his mouth and asks for six million!"

Luo Peng never ridiculed a person’s dream, even holding back his laughter when confronted with a proposition for shared toilet seats. But with the phone booth pitch, he didn’t wait for the man to finish talking before showing him the door.

A person can be naive, but not foolish.

"Xiao Bai, where does such a person get that level of self-confidence, and from where such grand ambition?"

"He’s just unlucky to know too much," Bai Zheli said flatly.

"What do you mean?" asked Luo Peng, puzzled.

"Luo Brother, have you ever read ’The Ordinary World’?"

Luo Peng shook his head unsurprisingly.

"There’s a line in ’The Ordinary World’: ’Why did you read so many books, come to know that beyond Shuangshui Village, there’s a bigger world... If you’d just worked from dawn till dusk in this land, right now you’d share the same dream as the other villagers: to toil for a few years, like your older brother, marry a satisfying wife, have a chubby son, and with your physique, become an excellent farmer. But unluckily, you know too much.’"

"Young people nowadays experience more intellectual anxiety than the older generations, all due to the advancement of the internet. Our elders could only gain knowledge through reading, and that was just a handful. But today with the internet, a massive amount of information not meant for your class is indiscriminately disseminated.

It’s like me, living in a thatched cottage, and thinking a mud brick house would be wonderful. But lying on a bed made of broken planks, looking at my phone, I learn about mansions, villas, ocean-view apartments, and so on...

I don’t have a mud brick house, but I’ve already lost interest in mud brick houses," Bai Zheli said slowly.

Luo Peng was taken aback, the water pen in his hand pausing as he spaced out for quite some time.

"Xiao Bai, you really made the most of the four years you spent in the library. I’m genuinely impressed," Luo Peng admitted.

Bai Zheli’s words were deeply thought-provoking, offering profound insights. They not only apply to overly ambitious entrepreneurs but also to romantic relationships.

Many girls today are like the person lying on the creaky "bed" of planks and scrolling through their phones in a thatched hut.

Earning a salary of three to four thousand themselves, yet expecting their partner to make over ten thousand a month.

Coming from rural households, yet wanting others to buy cars and houses in big cities.

There’s nothing wrong with seeking material things,

but the crux of the issue is that she has begun to look down fundamentally on those who stand on the same social class or even above her.

"Is your boss here?"

Suddenly,

a voice sounded, exuding luxury and arrogance.

A woman?

Luo Peng turned his head in surprise, and his eyes lit up immediately. He got up quickly to greet her, putting aside the conversation with Bai Zheli.

"Beauty, we don’t have a boss here, only a Dream Facilitator,"

he said, forcing a sincerely amiable smile.

That aura.

Those almond-shaped eyes,

that finely sculpted nose.

That milky skin.

Even with sunglasses on, she was easily an eighty-plus on the beauty scale.

A female visitor, that was a first.

"Do you have a dream you need help with? Tell me, and I’ll do my best to make it come true," Luo Peng offered with unprecedented enthusiasm.

"You wouldn’t be able to handle it,"

the woman replied dismissively, heading straight for the person in charge, while mentioning indifferently, "Call your manager over, please. I have a project worth several billion I’d like to discuss."