The first volume of the campus money king

002 New Student Registration

（01）

"Xiaole, this is the mobile phone your mother bought for you, although it is not very good, but it can be used. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info mobile phone card to the school to do one, do a good job to call home, report safety. ”

Zhang Jizu stuffed an old man's mobile phone with a large keyboard with only a call function into Zhang Xiaole's backpack, along with the shovel he had been using, and ten bottles of chili sauce.

"These 500 yuan will be kept for you on the road. I asked your teacher, and he said that you can apply for a student loan in college, you go and apply for a loan, and Dad will pay it back to you when he has money. ”

"Dad, don't worry. When I went, I found a part-time job, worked and studied part-time, and earned my own money to support myself. You don't have to worry about tuition, I can solve it! ”

Zhang Xiaole got on the bus without looking back, and after arriving at the county seat, he had to transfer to the train to Binhai City.

Zhang Jizu looked at the smoke and dust left behind by the bus, his nose was sour, Xiaole, this child, since Ma Xiaolin died, he hasn't taken care of it much.

Whether it is his own neglect or the beating and scolding of his stepmother, he can't make this child hate them a little, and now that he has been admitted to college, he has to figure out his own tuition fees.

The guilt in Zhang Jizu's heart has nowhere to release, he remembers every word of what his son said to him, every sentence is warm, and every sentence is deeply engraved in his heart like a knife.

"Dad, I will figure out the tuition fees for college by myself, and I will make money to support myself!"

"Dad, don't worry, when you have money in the future, I will fill the famine for you!"

"Dad, I'm 18 years old and can support myself."

"Dad, my goal is to make a lot of money, and then renovate our house, so that you, your mother, and your grandmother can go to the big house."

（2）

"Hello, how do you go to the Department of Economics?"

Zhang Xiaole sat in the car for a day, tossed and turned several times, and finally found Binhai University of Commerce.

The university is really a good place, and the predecessor of Binhai University of Commerce was the business major of Peiyang University. Later, it became an independent Beiyang Business School, and after entering the 21st century, it was changed to Binhai University of Commerce, and because of its strength and the achievements of its graduates, it has now become one of the top 10 business schools in the country.

"You're a freshman in the Department of Economics, I'm also in the Department of Economics, and I'm in the Student Union of the Department of Economics, and I'm in charge of receiving new students. Let's go, I'll take you to the freshman dormitory! ”

A skinny little man with glasses at the school gate saw Zhang Xiaole asking for directions at the door, and hurriedly ran over, reaching out to take the backpack in his hand, and enthusiastically saying that he would show him the way.

"You're also from the Department of Economics?"

Zhang Xiaole thought it was a bag grab, and subconsciously took the bag into his arms, but when he heard that the other party said that it was from the student union of the Department of Economics, he immediately let down his vigilance again.

"That's right, we are in the student union, and the teacher arranged to pick up the new students of our department today! What is your name? I'll take you to the dormitory to arrange a place to live first! ”

The little man with glasses saw Zhang Xiaole holding the bag and not letting go, so he no longer insisted, but patted Xiaole's shoulder to show his closeness.

"My name is Zhang Xiaole, thank you, what's your name?"

"Me, my name is Hao Jian! Two years older than you, a junior this year. ”

The two chatted while walking, and after walking a short distance from the gate, they saw the reception points for new students in each department.

When Zhang Xiaole followed Hao Jian, he seemed to see the shed and banner of the reception point of the Department of Economics, and a few people were busy there.

"Those are all our senior brothers and sisters!"

"Yes, all of them! They are all leaders, responsible for reception, and I am an errand runner, responsible for leading the way for the newcomers. ”

"Here, this is the dormitory building of the Department of Economics, you go to the door of the building and ask which dormitory it is, just go in." Hao Jian took Zhang Xiaole around for a long time, came to a dormitory, and stopped downstairs.

"That's it, thank you, Brother Hao."

"You're welcome, they're not outsiders, you just give less."

"For what?" Zhang Xiaole didn't understand what Hao Jian meant

"Money, I don't want anything for me, I only accept cash."

"What's the money?"

"You stupid, what kind of place is this, the University of Commerce, you have to give money no matter what you do, 500 for your bag, 300 for leading the way. I'll give you a discount, 400 yuan, who let us all be in the same department, and I won't bully newcomers. Hao Jian said with a smile.

"I, I didn't..."

"Didn't let anything, didn't let it, did you say you didn't let it? Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and give money, otherwise you will still be in business in the future, without you like this, you will not pay if you enjoy the service? Business is based on credibility, you know?"

"I, I don't have that much money..."Zhang Xiaole felt that Hao Jian's theory was also a little reasonable, although he felt very awkward.

"Alas, count me unlucky, I met a poor bastard, how many do you have?"

Zhang Xiaole rummaged through his pockets, and there were more than three hundred yuan left. When Hao Jian saw the money, he snatched it and counted it.

"Forget it, I'll give you a 9% discount, I don't want a fraction, I'll charge you three hundred and six, I'm a businessman who talks about credibility, and Tong Su is not bullied."

After Hao Jian finished speaking, he returned seven yuan to Zhang Xiaole.

（3）

Looking at the seven yuan in his hand, Zhang Xiaole's stomach was already rumbling with hunger, and he didn't dare to make a sound anymore.

"Hello, I'm Chen Dashuai, we'll live in the same room in the future, roommates for four years."

"I'm Sun Liang, it's an honor!"

Zhang Xiaole was stupidly half-lying on the bed thinking about how to live in the future, and the two roommates checked in and greeted each other, without any feeling, just replied blankly, "I am Zhang Xiaole".

Although Hao Jian cheated him out of his money, it didn't make him very sad, after all, just a few hundred yuan couldn't solve any problems.

Hao Jian just advanced the problem he was about to face by a few days, and tonight he had to think about tomorrow's livelihood.

"I'll go out for a walk, you guys clean up first!"

Zhang Xiaole felt that lying in the house could not solve the problem, and if he wanted to solve the problem of eating, he had to find something to do, and he could only think about the tuition fee if he survived first.

"Learning can be put second, fill your stomach first."

Zhang Xiaole still has a little impression of his mother's words back then, but he can't remember it clearly, after years of revision, he has adapted it to "eat first, study second." ”

In terms of eating, Zhang Xiaole is very picky, and he has been thinking about how to make all kinds of plants and animals into food every day since he was a child.

Binhai Business University is the only business university in Binhai City, and it is also a key university in the city. There are tens of thousands of teachers and students in the school, which feeds countless large, medium and small businesses in the surrounding area.

Around the Binhai Commercial University, a huge business district has been formed, and there are three commercial districts alone. One is a snack street based on catering and food, the other is a shopping area dominated by shopping malls and supermarkets, and there is a comprehensive wholesale market.

The food street is the closest to Shang University, Zhang Xiaole walked out of the school gate and walked along the road, and soon followed the taste of food to the food street.

Zhang Xiaole entered the city for the first time, he had never seen such a prosperous commercial scene, he had been to the county seat before, and at most there were rows of shops, and there was a restaurant every once in a while.

This is the entire street of restaurants and restaurants, and almost all the snacks and delicacies from all over the country can be found here. Every one of them is lit with neon lights, from hot pots, restaurants, noodle restaurants, dumpling restaurants, fried rice, Western restaurants, steakhouses, and cafes to be seen here.

For Zhang Xiaole, walking through every store is a novel scene, and it is also a torment.

Until he reached the door of a restaurant, he stopped.

Because there was a red piece of paper pasted in front of the door, on which were written two big black letters-Recruitment.