I really don't want to be reborn.

Today, for the Student Union of the Department of Humanities and Social Sciences of the School of Finance, this may be a big news that has not been encountered in many years.

A brief summary is as follows:

The parties involved: Chen Hansheng, the freshman and the monitor of the second class of public administration, and Zhou Xiao, the deputy director of the External Relations Department

Event: Public competition to attract sponsorship for the freshman party

Location: Yiwu Commodity Center, Jiangling University City

Referees: Zuo Xiaoli, Qi Wei and other cadres of the Student Union of the Department of Humanities and Social Sciences, as well as a large number of freshmen watching

This competition was somewhat coincidental. It was facilitated by many factors such as the freshmen who cheered, Zhou Xiao's self-esteem, Chen Hansheng's coercion, and the language of words. It was unexpected but reasonable.

Although the Student Union is essentially a folk society, it has been infected with a lot of official bad habits. The government office is not big and the style is very poor. Even a few simple departments can intrigue and even split into several factions.

Zhou Xiao obviously followed Zuo Xiaoli, but the cadres of other departments might not be. They just watched the excitement with an attitude of "it's none of my business, so I'll just stay out of it".

However, the freshmen who were watching were extremely united. It was true that where there is oppression, there is resistance.

"The merchants that the Humanities Department solicits sponsorship from are all in Yiwu Commodity Center. I don't think it's necessary to ask every one of them. It's a waste of time and energy. Let's just randomly assign a merchant to each person and see who can get more sponsorship."

Zuo Xiaoli, vice chairman of the Humanities Department, announced the rules in the square of Yiwu Commodity Center.

Zhou Xiao must have agreed. Although it was "random", he knew in the External Relations Department which merchant was easy to coordinate and which merchant didn't give any chance at all, and Zuo Xiaoli would definitely arrange it.

As expected, Zhou Xiao was assigned to a barber shop that had just opened. The firecrackers and paper scraps at the door had not been swept away. The owner was a young man in his 20s; Chen Hansheng was assigned to a stationery store, and the owner was a middle-aged man in his 40s.

Seeing such a result, Zhou Xiao thought to himself, what else can we compare? A newly opened shop definitely needs publicity, and young people are easy to talk to. Just chatting with them can attract hundreds of dollars in sponsorship.

As for the stationery store owner, he is rich, but he is also stingy. Moreover, he is in the wholesale business and is not interested in retail, so he does not need excessive publicity.

"Wait for me!"

Zhou Xiao glanced at Chen Hansheng, thinking that the face he had just lost was now a good opportunity to get it back.

Zhou Xiao pushed open the glass door of the "My Style My Show" barber shop with high spirits. The owner was originally very happy to see that there were business coming to the door, especially there were many students standing outside the door, but after listening to Zhou Xiao's explanation of the purpose, his face gradually became cold.

"We just opened, and business is not very good."

The barber shop owner was very reluctant. Yiwu Commodity Center is the focus of all university external relations departments in Jiangling University City. Sometimes there are several waves of students coming to ask for money in a month.

"It is precisely because you have just opened that you need publicity. Our department is preparing to hold a freshman party. You can sponsor a banner and pay the balance. Then all the freshmen in the department can see it. If you sponsor some small gifts, this store will be famous in our department."

There are routines for this kind of sponsorship. It doesn't take much thought to copy it, but the effect will not be too good. There will be no big money, but some small money can be obtained.

Chen Hansheng was also in the store. He lit a cigarette without saying a word and quietly watched Zhou Xiao and Tony, the barber shop teacher, negotiate.

At the end of the conversation, Zhou Xiao's tone was already somewhat flattering.

Qi Wei was standing next to Chen Hansheng. She shook her head and sighed, "This is the current situation of our External Relations Department. Seeking sponsorship is like begging, but it can also be a good exercise. This one is easy to talk to, but the stationery store has a worse attitude."

Zhou Xiao relied on Vice Chairman Zuo Xiaoli behind him and did not take Minister Qi Wei seriously at all. For example, the incident at noon was the result of Zhou Xiao's self-willed decision, but now the entire External Relations Department will be embarrassed.

Facing the information revealed by Qi Wei, Chen Hansheng silently blew smoke rings and did not speak.

Half an hour later, the young teacher Tony finally gave in and agreed to sponsor a 200 yuan banner and a 300 yuan haircut coupon, which could be used as a prize at the freshman party.

"Thank you, thank you."

Zhou Xiao, who was always so proud of himself in school, kept bowing to thank him, but Teacher Tony looked cold and indifferent and did not respond much.

"It's not easy, but at least there are some results."

Zhou Xiao let out a long sigh, and his expression changed from humble to complacent, and then he looked at Chen Hansheng provocatively.

Chen Hansheng threw away the cigarette butt and walked directly to the stationery store. Unexpectedly, an accident happened at the beginning.

The owner of the stationery store was talking to his neighbor at the door. After seeing Zuo Xiaoli and Qi Wei clearly, he covered the glass door without saying a word.

Qi Wei was a little embarrassed and angry after being rejected. Zuo Xiaoli deliberately picked this kind of business for Chen Hansheng. The intention of bullying was too obvious.

As for Zhou Xiao, don't talk about how refreshing he felt. He just hated that he was not the owner of the stationery store, otherwise he would really make Chen Hansheng kneel down and call him daddy.

"I'll help you get started, the rest is up to you."

Qi Wei left this sentence, took the initiative to walk over and pushed open the glass door, and said: "Hello, Mr. Feng, I'm bothering you again."

"If you really feel that I'm bothering you, then don't come."

The owner of this stationery store is Feng Jihua, who is in his forties, bald, wearing glasses, and has high cheekbones. His face is the kind of person who is difficult to deal with.

Hearing Feng Jihua's ridicule, Qi Wei said with embarrassment: "Our department is going to hold a freshman party, and we would like to ask you to sponsor..."

There was a "bang".

Feng Jihua took out the thick account book and put it on the counter, and Qi Wei's voice stopped abruptly.

"It's not that I don't support you. I also have a lot of foreign debts that have not been collected. I don't have the money to sponsor you." Feng Jihua said while flipping through the account book and taking out the IOU.

In the crowd, a student union cadre complained in a low voice: "It's the same thing again. Every time he asks for sponsorship, he takes out the IOU and mocks us."

From the perspective of a businessman, Chen Hansheng understands it quite well. After all, no one's money comes from the wind. If it is useless, why bother sponsoring.

But from the perspective of today's competition, Chen Hansheng thought that Zuo Xiaoli, this bastard, really knows how to set a trap. People like Feng Jihua basically won't pay.

"I still say that you college students are all capable people. Whoever can help me get back the foreign debt, this money will be regarded as sponsorship."

After Feng Jihua finished speaking, he stared at the group of college students from the School of Finance. They had no social experience. When the sponsorship routine didn't work, they could only do nothing.

Zhou Xiao was the happiest here. He signaled Zuo Xiaoli to announce the results of the competition quickly. He couldn't hold back and was ready to launch a 360-degree all-weather spiral attack on Chen Hansheng.

Seeing Zhou Xiao's excited expression, Chen Hansheng suddenly walked out and asked, "Boss Feng, are there any businesses nearby that owe you money?"

Feng Jihua was enjoying the embarrassment of the college students, and was suddenly stunned when he heard it. In the past, when he threw out this trump card, college students would retreat in the face of difficulty. Today, it was rare that someone dared to ask.

"Are you going to help me collect the debt?"

"Not too far away, I will have the result this afternoon." Chen Hansheng said.

Feng Jihua looked at Chen Hansheng. He was tall and big, and he was really not ugly, but there was always an undisguised ruffian flavor in the corners of his eyes. He smiled frivolously and spoke quite steadily.

"There is one nearby."

Feng Jihua, the owner of the stationery store, flipped through the account book and looked up and said, "It's the fruit store opposite."

"Where is the IOU?" Chen Hansheng asked.

"That's the problem. The IOU was in duplicate at the time, but the one I kept was lost. When he knew about it, he directly denied it. Otherwise, I would have returned it long ago if there was an IOU so close." Feng Jihua said.

Chen Hansheng thought that this was still an undebted debt without a receipt, and then asked: "How much does he owe you?"

"2500 yuan."

Chen Hansheng nodded, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly shouted: "Lao Yang, Shao Qiang, Zhu Chenglong, dare you to go with me to collect the debt?"

"Why not!"

"Old Four, don't underestimate me."

"Class monitor, I will listen to you!"

Chen Hansheng was not polite, and took the three hooligans directly to the fruit shop opposite. The students who were watching also followed them, leaving Zhou Xiao stupidly saying to Zuo Xiaoli: "Shouldn't I win?"

Zuo Xiaoli originally thought that he had won, but now something went wrong for no reason, and said impatiently: "You ask me, who the hell should I ask!"