They left the school.
They found a quiet milk tea shop.
After the four of them sat down, Su Ruoxi and Yang Qingqing went to order milk tea.
Lin Feng scrolled through the class group chat’s history.
It started with everyone collectively opposing Zou Yong as class president and tagging Old Luo.
It went on until Old Luo heeded their opinions and decided to strip Zou Yong of his position.
And finally, everyone started recommending Lin Feng for class president.
Lin Feng read through everything, line by line.
Then he looked up at Yang Qiniang.
"You punk, you’ve been in the group chat this whole time?"
"So why didn’t you tell me sooner?"
Lin Feng felt that Yang Qiniang was a stumbling block on his university path.
He could use Yang Qiniang as a stepping stone to reach greater heights.
After all, the influential circle behind Yang Qiniang was quite powerful.
But he also had to be careful not to get tripped up by him.
Just like this time.
Even though it wouldn’t have mattered whether Yang Qiniang had spoken up or not,
Lin Feng still felt that the guy had screwed him over a little.
"Tell you sooner? So you could refuse?"
Yang Qiniang said with a smile, "Actually, a momentum of support for you has already formed in the class."
"If someone else were to become class president at this point..."
"Do you think they would support them?"
Lin Feng was taken aback by his words.
He then looked at Yang Qiniang with suspicion.
"How did you suddenly become so perceptive?"
Lin Feng asked.
In the past, the image Yang Qiniang had projected...
...was always that of a rather mediocre rich second-generation kid.
Although he didn’t have any of the bad habits of a typical rich kid...
...Lin Feng hadn’t noticed anything particularly outstanding about him either.
But now...
Yang Qiniang gave Lin Feng the impression of a reserved master.
He was even mysteriously talking about "momentum."
It was true.
After reading the chat history, Lin Feng actually had the same feeling.
A momentum of support for him had formed in the class.
To put it simply, it was the will of the people.
At a time when everyone was opposing Zou Yong and supporting Lin Feng...
...Zou Yong being dealt with and Lin Feng taking his place...
...was already a foregone conclusion.
But hearing it come out of Yang Qiniang’s mouth still surprised him.
"No matter what, my dad is a big boss in charge of several hundred people, okay?"
"Even if I don’t usually pay attention..."
"...I’ve still overheard a thing or two."
Yang Qiniang chuckled, and Lin Feng understood.
"So it was Uncle Yang who told you."
"I’m guessing Uncle Yang probably told you to be more proactive, but you were too lazy, right?"
Lin Feng said with a smile.
Yang Qiniang was dumbfounded.
He stared at Lin Feng, at a loss for words.
That was, in fact, exactly what happened.
Yang Tianming had told him before the semester started.
He told him to proactively compete for the position of class president.
Then he gave him a whole bunch of analysis.
But unfortunately, Yang Qiniang was just too lazy.
Or perhaps he didn’t want to become so calculating so early on.
He never made a move.
So today, after Lin Feng inexplicably gained everyone’s support...
...Yang Qiniang just gave a little push to help things along.
He had conveniently helped Lin Feng into this position.
"Don’t worry, Brother Feng, why would I ever screw you over?"
Yang Qiniang chuckled.
"Your company is about to be established. Now is the perfect time to build connections and find talent."
"Think about it. There are so many potential people right there."
"Aren’t you even a little bit excited?"
"Actually, if it’s possible..."
"...it would be even better if you could run for student council president."
"Build yourself up as a celebrity president."
"If nothing else, you could at least recruit talent from two different academic years."
Yang Qiniang’s ideas and Lin Feng’s own recent thoughts...
...actually had quite a few points of overlap.
’Come to think of it, maybe I really could give it a try,’ Lin Feng mused.
The system’s salary would ultimately only be helpful in the beginning.
Later on, when Lin Feng’s level was higher...
...and the rewards were in the millions, or even tens of millions...
...if Lin Feng didn’t have a real, physical company under his name...
...it would be hard not to attract unwanted attention.
So, the best solution was to start a company.
And it had to be large enough.
At the very least, it had to be able to conceal the system’s existence.
In the early stages, the system would provide the funds for the company.
In the later stages, the company would provide cover for the system.
That was the path to long-term success.
Having made his decision, Lin Feng no longer hesitated.
He took out his phone, opened WeChat, and sent a few messages to Old Luo.
「A few minutes later.」
An announcement appeared in the class group chat.
"I have an announcement for everyone."
"Due to student Zou Yong’s actions during his term as interim class president, which were detrimental to the collective interests of the class..."
"...and in response to complaints from all students..."
"...student Zou Yong is hereby removed from the position of class president."
"The position of class president will be assumed by student Lin Feng."
"@All members."
"@Lin Feng."
In the class group chat, Old Luo tagged everyone and then tagged Lin Feng individually.
This instantly caused the already lively group chat to explode.
"Congratulations to student Lin Feng on the promotion."
"We finally got rid of that guy Zou Yong."
"Yeah, what happened today was really disgusting."
"Good thing Teacher Luo isn’t one of those pedantic types."
"Congratulations, student Lin Feng."
"With Lin Feng as class president, we won’t have to put up with that kind of crap anymore."
Watching the chat history, Lin Feng also sent a message.
"Thank you for your trust. I will do my best to fulfill my duties and serve everyone."
It was boilerplate talk.
The kind Lin Feng could deliver without a second thought.
This was followed by another round of flattery.
At the same time, Old Luo spoke up again.
"This incident has made me realize that our class committee system is not sound."
"Therefore, I am creating a new position for a vice class president."
"Daily class management activities will be handled collaboratively by the class president, vice president, and the Youth League committee."
"If any student is interested, you can come see me after the National Day holiday ends."
"To apply for the position."
This news wasn’t particularly major.
At least, few people paid it much mind.
It was just adding a vice president, nothing more.
However, this was the solution Lin Feng had reached after negotiating with Old Luo.
Lin Feng didn’t want to handle all the mundane, day-to-day affairs.
So adding a vice president was the best outcome.
The vice president would handle the small stuff.
It would be best for Lin Feng to step in only for major issues.
Old Luo had accepted Lin Feng’s proposal.
He had to give face where face was due.
As for who would become the vice president...
...Lin Feng didn’t care.
Seeing the messages in the group chat still welcoming him as class president...
...Lin Feng wasn’t stingy.
He directly sent out a red packet divided into fifty portions.
On average, each person could grab about one hundred yuan.
A total of five thousand.
For the current Lin Feng, this red packet was nothing.
After all, his daily Money Blessing was over fifty thousand.
He had earned that much just by watching the welcome gala earlier.
But for ordinary students...
...this red packet was insanely generous.
Usually, grabbing a red packet worth even a few yuan felt like a huge win.
Now it was a hundred yuan per person on average.
That was enough for three or four days of meal money.
Lin Feng had just taken office and immediately threw out a sweetener for everyone.
This made them feel even more strongly that supporting Lin Feng’s rise to power had been an absolutely correct decision.
"Eldest Young Master Lin truly lives up to his name."
"Thanks for the red packet, Class President."
"Thanks, Class President! I’ve got my travel fare home now, haha."
"Wishing the Class President a happy Mid-Autumn Festival in advance."
"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, Class President."
This was the time when the most people were online.
The red packet Lin Feng sent out was completely claimed in less than a minute.

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