Chapter 841: Chapter 321: [Number 003] (Part 1)
It’s not even afternoon yet, and there are only three cigarettes left in the pack, so “I” am worried that the pack won’t last the day.
With only a moment of hesitation, “Zhou Wang” eventually pulled out a cigarette, lit it with a lighter, took a deep puff, and then leaned against his bicycle in a daze.
Maybe he was thinking about something, or maybe… the young man was simply enjoying this moment of tranquility.
He didn’t know how much time had passed when a faint ringing sound brought “Zhou Wang” back to his senses. He quickly extinguished the cigarette in his hand and then took a thick stack of flyers from the bicycle basket and walked forward.
Arriving at the fork between the teaching building and the garden, a crowd soon gathered. Zhou Wang stood in the middle of the path, handing out flyers to people on both sides.
“Senior, want to learn about swimming and fitness?”
“Senior sister, the café is open, take picture-perfect shots, handsome guys will teach you to make coffee art. Scan the QR code to follow our public account for surprises…”
“Junior, want to take a photoshoot? Youth shouldn’t have regrets. Your brilliance deserves to be captured in eternal moments…”
Yes, “Zhou Wang” was handing out more than one type of flyer. Because he was quite famous in the intermediary circle as a “business whiz,” many people sought him out to distribute flyers.
In Ming City, typically distributing 1,000 flyers would earn you between 50 to 100 yuan, but Zhou Wang could make 200 to 300 yuan a day just handing out flyers, showcasing his incredible skills.
Unfortunately… no matter how skilled, relying solely on handing out flyers wasn’t going to turn things around.
Every now and then, some alumni recognized Zhou Wang and would joke with comments like, “Even the dude Chan has started handing out flyers.”
More than half an hour later, with his stack of flyers finally exhausted, “Zhou Wang” wiped the sweat off his forehead and promptly hopped onto his bicycle, rushing to the next location.
His situation was dire at the time, as it was the critical period following his first business failure and the debts were piling up. Under the heavy burden of debt repayment, a single part-time job was far from enough, especially since he also needed to earn his tuition and living expenses, so “Zhou Wang” had to continue working at night.
Zhou, observing from the sidelines, silently watched all this unfold. Just as he was about to follow, he suddenly noticed an inconspicuous old Buick start up on the roadside as “he” cycled away, trailing behind at a moderate pace.
This car is…
This scene, suddenly noticed by Zhou Wang, never appeared in his memory. With a puzzled heart, Zhou Wang’s focus sharpened, and it seemed within a second, he was inside the Buick.
The car’s interior was quite old, but traces of former luxury could still be seen. The driver, wearing white gloves, silently drove the car, his peripheral vision fixed on the young man pedaling hard on the bicycle ahead.
This Buick is following me?
Zhou Wang grew more puzzled, wondering what about him—a sophomore in college—was worth being followed.
But when Zhou Wang’s perspective shifted to the back seat, he instantly understood.
Sitting on the back seat was a bright-faced young woman.
Her intertwined white long skirt and the irregularly strapped camisole top exuded an elegance imbued with youthful vitality. Her skin, so fair it seemed to glow, highlighted her slightly mixed-race features, constructing a breathtaking beauty—she was Ding Yi.
Ding Yi sat in the back seat, her gaze following Zhou Wang from a distance, sweat faintly gleaming on her smooth forehead.
“Uncle Li, could you turn the air conditioning up a little?”
Ding Yi gently asked.
“Sorry, Miss, the air conditioning system in this car might be a bit outdated. Shall I have Xiao Zhang bring the Bentley over…?”
The driver tried to adjust it but finding it ineffective, quickly suggested.
“No need, this is fine.”
Ding Yi shook her head.
Seeing this, the driver said no more and continued to follow the young man from a distance, right into a small goods street near University City.
Zhou Wang watched as “he” stopped the bicycle, then entered a small building, emerging a while later with a blue vest over his shoulders and an electric bike key in hand.
The young man unlocked one of the many electric bikes at the entrance, carefully wheeled it out, checked the notification on his phone, and then rode toward a merchant.
Yes… delivering food.
A college student with no remarkable skill can only earn extra income during the free time that starts in the evening through such means.
Zhou Wang was not unfamiliar with this scene. After all, in his own memory, many afternoons and nights were spent like this.
It was just that he never imagined that, behind him, there was always another pair of eyes.
Sitting in the car, Ding Yi watched the young man on the electric bike with slightly complex emotions, while “beside” her, Zhou Wang also gazed at her with equally complex eyes.
The Buick continued to follow the electric bike from afar, from markets to communities, from restaurants to office buildings, and from contraceptive stores to hotels…
During the process, when Zhou Wang disappeared at the entrance of a community or into a hallway, Ding Yi would lower her head to flip through the book in her hand or memorize vocabulary. When Zhou Wang reappeared, she would look up, her gaze consistently on him.
So back then, I wasn’t all that alone after all.
Zhou Wang quietly thought to himself.