Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat
Chapter 139 - 139 136 Death Certificate

Chapter 139: Chapter 136: Death Certificate Chapter 139: Chapter 136: Death Certificate Yang Dan also mentioned a few stores that were hiring part-time workers. Actually, Jiang Yan could almost guess which ones they were—what kind of stores are most common near university gates?

Eateries and drink stalls, or internet cafes, but internet cafes were obviously not suitable for girls.

As for eateries, restaurants.

Working part-time in a restaurant could be particularly exhausting, and they might pay a bit more than bubble tea shops, but you’d end up smelling of cooking fumes… It’s not a long-term plan, and not advisable.

Jiang Yan actually wanted to tell Yang Dan to wait a little longer. In a week, it would be the holidays, and he could go over to help her take a look.

But seeing her anxious to earn money, Jiang Yan didn’t say it.

However, out of camaraderie, he still sincerely suggested to her, “You mentioned a lot, but I’m most optimistic about the bubble tea shop that isn’t doing so well… Don’t rush, hear me out.

You only said their business isn’t good, but how bad is it? Is it still sluggish even when they have promotions, or have they not had any promotions at all?

So my advice to you has two points. First, I’ll give you some drink recipes, you take one of them and talk to the owner—not the staff, remember that. You tell them you have a way that can revive their business, but the condition is, for these new drinks you’ll provide, you want a two yuan commission for each cup sold. If they agree, make them a drink, and if they’re satisfied, sign a contract.

Second, it’s best to sell new products in conjunction with promotions. For example, ‘New today: Mango Pomelo Sago, second cup half price!'”

Near their school’s gate, none of the drink shops Jiang Yan saw were conducting such promotions.

But even so, business was still pretty good.

No helping it, there were just too many people.

Agricultural University wasn’t small, and there were not just one university in the vicinity; the other few schools were also not far away.

So, Jiang Yan figured the situation must be similar.

But after hearing all this, Yang Dan had an astonished look. She had heard everything Jiang Yan said, but… she didn’t quite understand!

“You… Jiang Yan, can you say that again? I didn’t quite catch it.”

Jiang Yan didn’t even lift his head as he pointed to the computer desk, “Go get some paper and a pen, I’ll talk, you write.”

Yang Dan quickly stood up, got the paper and pen, then came back and sat down neatly next to him, her face filled with excitement and eagerness.

“I’m not very clear about what the bubble tea shops over here offer, but I know several bubble tea recipes that are quite tasty. There’s a fruit tea series, Honey Pomelo Tea—this method is a bit complex, the pomelo skin needs to be bitter-free and it takes quite a while to simmer. You can first note down the name, I’ll tell you the method later. Next is the Kumquat Lemon Tea, this method is simpler; prepare the tea leaves, kumquats, green lemons, and rock sugar… A Milk Cap Tea series…”

He listed four series in one breath, each containing four or five kinds, straightforward methods were told on the spot, while the complex ones were only named for now. First, Yang Dan had to go do some reconnaissance at the bubble tea shop to see if they were selling any of the ones he mentioned.

If they had any of those, they’d have to be crossed off the list.

Those that weren’t available she could note down as bargaining chips.

The thought of potentially making two yuan commission for each cup if successful, and if she sold fifty cups a day—that would mean… a hundred bucks?

Yang Dan was excited, but then faced a very realistic problem: What if the owner didn’t agree?

Could she reduce her commission from two yuan to one?

“No, you can’t just reduce it randomly; it won’t enhance your negotiating power, it will only decrease your value and make others distrust you.”

Jiang Yan rejected the idea immediately and said, “You can tell him you can guarantee a new product every week and combine it with promotions, and you’re sure to win back the business within a month. If he agrees to let you try, then make the Mango Pomelo Sago.”

Mango Pomelo Sago… Where’s the Mango Pomelo Sago?

Yang Dan followed the list of names she had written down one by one and found the one Jiang Yan mentioned, then read over the recipe several times.

“So… should I buy the ingredients and try making it in the dorm first?”

“It’s best to make it once. I remember you are quite skilled with your hands, and there is nothing complicated about it. You’ll probably get it after trying it once.”

Back in high school, Yang Dan often brought home-made snacks on weekends, which were mostly made by her and tasted pretty good.

So she figured these milk tea beverages would be easy for her as well.

When Song Jiawen woke up at eight, Yang Dan was about to leave.

“I thought I wouldn’t catch you awake.”

Yang Dan reached out to touch her head and asked, “Is the military training really that exhausting?”

Song Jiawen rubbed her eyes and nodded, “Very exhausting.”

“Jiang Yan said she will take you to our school for a visit during the National Day holiday, so don’t make plans with your roommates again, okay?”

“Don’t worry.”

Song Jiawen got up to see Yang Dan off to the bus, and by the time she returned, Jiang Yan was already packed up and ready to leave.

They both had come by bike, the second-hand one Lao Er bought for fifty yuan, a very common men’s bike with a large frame, and had even added a cushion at the back especially so Jiang Yan could take Song Jiawen with him.

But as the two of them were walking out, Lao Er suddenly said, “You two are not in the same department. Isn’t it inconvenient to ride one bike? Should I buy another one for Jiajia when I have time? There are plenty more for sale over there.”

Jiang Yan turned to look at him, his voice cold as he spat out three words, “No need!”

Idiot!

If you get her one, who will I take with me?

….

At nine o’clock in the evening, Yu Feng received a call from a detective agency in Yunzhou.

He expressed some dissatisfaction, “You didn’t find anyone when I asked before, and now that I’ve given you the exact location and name, it’s just an investigation, can it really take a month?”

It had been over twenty days, practically a month.

The person on the other end pleaded, “It’s not that we aren’t trying, Dr. Yu, it’s just that this case has too many deep suspicions, and we can’t dig anything up without thoroughly investigating.”

“What suspicions?”

“When we came to investigate, all the materials indicated that Song Jiawen is the biological child of Song Jianqiu and Xie Jingying. There’s no evidence in Jianghai Town that she was adopted. We finally found out that their family lived in Yunzhou fourteen years ago, which means Song Jiawen was not in Jianghai Town before she was three. Later, for some unknown reason, the family suddenly returned to Jianglin Village. We made a special visit and investigated in Yunzhou for several days. Back then, the Song couple’s business was quite good, and it makes no sense that they would abandon everything they had worked hard for and return to a countryside with nothing.

We found out that fourteen years ago, their family indeed had a little daughter, about the same age as Miss Yu Luo. An elderly person recalled that one day the child had a high fever and was taken to the hospital but never brought back home. Then a few days later, their older daughter came back home holding the younger daughter, who was covered in blood. Not long after that, the family hastily moved away… We found a death certificate of their younger daughter in the hospital, and the name on it was Song Jiawen. However, because she was an over-quota second child, they hadn’t registered her hukou yet, so this death certificate is actually meaningless.”