CIATB Chapter 14 Who put 10,000 yuan into my meal card?
Chapter 14 Who put 10,000 yuan into my meal card?
The top floor of the City of Beauty Building.
The paper shredder made a "buzzing" sound.
The detailed background check report on Zhang Yan turned into a pile of white scraps of paper.
Linda stood in front of the desk, head down, her gaze fixed on her toes.
Nie Qingcheng didn't even glance at it.
She stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.
Beneath my feet lies the bustling prosperity of Jinghai City, like a flowing golden river.
But what was flashing before her eyes was the boy from last night.
It was his figure teetering precariously on the ladder.
He was kneeling on the carpet, beads of sweat beading on his forehead.
And those eyes, so clean they were almost unbelievable, yet they held a stubborn edge.
These things cannot be expressed in cold, hard data reports.
"Prepare the car."
Nie Qingcheng turned around and casually picked up the trench coat from the back of the chair.
His movements were swift and decisive, exuding a cool and efficient spirit.
Linda paused for a moment, then glanced at the schedule instinctively.
"Mr. Nie, there's a multinational video conference in twenty minutes, from Europe..."
"It's cancelled."
Nie Qingcheng put on her trench coat and strode towards the elevator.
The high heels clicked rapidly on the marble floor.
She put on sunglasses, covering her captivating fox-like eyes, revealing only her strikingly beautiful red lips.
"I'm going to check on my 'private property'."
"Look at the kind of pigsty he usually lives in."
……
Half an hour later.
Jiangzhou University, tree-lined avenue.
A Rolls-Royce Cullinan, entirely black, glided silently like a steel behemoth that had stumbled into a flock of sheep.
Students riding shared bicycles around them quickly made way, their eyes filled with amazement and curiosity.
This car has an incredibly strong presence.
It was completely out of place in this campus filled with youthful sweat and the smell of cheap takeout.
The car window was lowered a crack.
Nie Qingcheng's gaze swept out the window through her sunglasses.
Finally, my gaze settled on the building not far away that smelled the most of the cooking fumes.
Second canteen.
"Linda."
Nie Qingcheng's voice sounded somewhat cold in the temperature-controlled carriage.
"Is it really possible to eat in a place like this?"
Linda, sitting in the passenger seat with her back straight, answered with a strong survival instinct:
"Reporting to General Manager Nie, according to feedback from the student forum, the second canteen's main selling point is 'large portions and all you can eat,' as for hygiene and taste... it's just 'good enough to get by.'"
Nie Qingcheng remained silent.
Her red lips were pressed into a straight line.
The car came to a complete stop.
She pushed open the door and got out of the car.
Even with a mask and sunglasses on, her impeccably tailored haute couture trench coat and the sharp aura of someone accustomed to being in a position of power instantly made her the center of attention.
The cafeteria was bustling with noise.
The smell of inferior cooking oil, the mixed steam from food, and the buzzing of thousands of people talking at the same time.
It's like a wall, crashing right into you.
Nie Qingcheng's brows furrowed instantly.
She has obsessive-compulsive disorder related to cleanliness.
This environment was no less than an execution ground for her.
Just as she was about to turn and leave, her gaze pierced through the crowded throng and precisely spotted that corner.
Zhang Yan.
He sat alone at the very edge, facing the wall.
On the stainless steel plate in front of me was a so-called "set meal".
A few yellowed vegetable leaves lay limply on the rice.
Two pieces of meat, whose original ingredients were indistinguishable, were coated with a thick layer of flour and soy sauce.
The rice was slightly undercooked, with each grain so distinct it was almost glaring.
He just ate it, bite by bite.
His expression was calm, and his movements could even be described as elegant.
It was as if he wasn't eating cheap fast food costing a few dollars, but rather exquisite cuisine from a Michelin three-star restaurant.
Nie Qingcheng stared intently at the plate through her sunglasses.
My stomach suddenly spasmed.
An indescribable rage, mixed with a bittersweet emotion, instantly pierced through reason.
Those are her people.
Those hands had just soothed the pain in her spine last night.
That boy who can make the best Yangchun noodles.
Should we eat this now?
This stuff isn't even as good as the imported canned food in her dog's bowl!
Nie Qingcheng's fingers clenched tightly, her nails almost digging into her palms.
She wanted to rush over.
I wanted to overturn that unsightly plate.
I wanted to pull that silly kid up and tell him that he couldn't eat this kind of garbage.
But the steps beneath his feet came to an abrupt halt.
She remembered Zhang Yan's clear yet sensitive eyes.
It was a small, injured animal.
Overly aggressive charity will only drive him further away.
"Walk."
Nie Qingcheng turned around abruptly and strode away.
His silhouette carried an oppressive, low-pressure atmosphere, as if it might explode at any moment.
Back in the car.
It isolates you from the noise and cooking fumes outside.
Nie Qingcheng took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes filled with frost.
"Call that principal."
Linda, who was fastening her seatbelt, flinched upon hearing this: "Are you going to talk about donating a library?"
"I will not donate the building."
Nie Qingcheng leaned back in the leather seat, her long legs crossed.
Tell him I need to top up a student's meal card.
Linda: "...Huh?"
Top up your account?
Looking for the principal?
"No matter what excuse he uses, whether it's a system malfunction or a lucky draw."
Nie Qingcheng's tone was domineering and left no room for argument.
"This money must be in my account immediately, and he absolutely cannot trace its source."
"Okay, Mr. Nie..."
Linda took out her phone, hovering her finger over the screen, and asked cautiously, "So... how much should I top up? Five thousand? Ten thousand?"
For a college student, spending 10,000 yuan on food is already a luxury.
Nie Qingcheng frowned.
She had no concept of this kind of low-end consumption.
All she knew was that her people had to have "freedom to eat".
"Let's top up 100,000 first."
She spoke in a flat tone, as if she were talking about topping up her phone credit.
Linda's hand slipped, and her phone almost fell.
"Ten...hundred thousand?!"
That's a meal card!
It's not a bank card!
Is this a move to buy the cafeteria?
"What? Not enough?"
Nie Qingcheng's eyes turned cold, seemingly dissatisfied with the number. "Then it's two hundred thousand. Make him order two portions for every meal, one to eat and one to read."
"Enough! Absolutely enough!"
Linda quickly dialed the number, fearing the boss would raise the price again.
"I'll arrange it right away!"
……
A corner of the cafeteria.
Zhang Yan swallowed the last mouthful of rice.
Although the taste is so-so, it's cheap; you can get a full meal for six yuan.
For him, who still had debts to pay off, that was enough.
Get up, carry the plate, and collect it.
My mouth feels a little dry.
He walked to the window of the convenience store and took a bottle of mineral water for two yuan.
He took out the badly worn campus card and placed it on the card reader.
"drop--"
A crisp sound of a card being swiped.
Zhang Yan glanced at the screen as usual.
Just as I was about to take a step, I felt as if I had been nailed to the spot.
The surrounding noise seemed to disappear instantly.
All that remained in his vision was that line of numbers glowing with an eerie green light.
Balance: 100050.00 yuan
Zhang Yan blinked.
Blink again.
Hallucination?
It must be that this broken machine is malfunctioning.
Fifty dollars turned into one hundred thousand and fifty?
Even if it's a system malfunction, they wouldn't dare to malfunction like this, would they?
He picked up the card, wiped it on his clothes, and stuck it back on.
"drop--"
Balance: 100050.00 yuan
The numbers remain as stable as Mount Tai.
The string of zeros following that "1" seemed to be mocking his lack of worldly experience.
Zhang Yan stood frozen in place, holding the water.
My mind is a complete mess.
Who did it?
Scam?
Money laundering?
Did the lady in charge of topping up the account accidentally press four extra zeros because her hand was shaking?
Just then.
Deep in my mind, that familiar mechanical voice rang out without warning.
With a hint of schadenfreude and a touch of anticipation.
【Ding! 】
[Detection has been made that the host is receiving a huge amount of food from the "creditor".]
[Triggering the unique task: The Self-Cultivation of a Kept Man.]
[Task Description: As a qualified "gold digger" professional, when faced with this kind of "insult" from a rich woman, you should feel... "it tastes so good!"]
[Task Requirements: Accept the task with equanimity and peace of mind, and use the funds to improve meals.]
[Quest Reward: Random Life Skill Mastery *1]
Zhang Yan: "..."
He looked at the two-yuan bottle of water in his hand, then at the astronomical figure on the card reader.
His lips twitched violently.
Nie Qingcheng.
It must be that crazy woman.
No one but her would do something as heinous as depositing 100,000 yuan into a meal card!
This isn't for topping up a meal card.
This is clearly throwing money at his face!