Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 185 The Beginning of an Entrepreneurial Venture

The next day, Xiao Jue, that little devil, finally went home.

Xiao Yunqing was successfully freed and went to Song Huan's house immediately.

The door wasn't locked, and Xiao Yunqing opened it with a twist, but Song Huan didn't come out to greet her.

Song Huan was sitting in front of the computer, one hand supporting her head, the other hand writing something on a piece of paper.

What should I write?

Summer homework?

He doesn't seem like someone who would do his homework.

Xiao Yunqing felt strange. She walked over and tilted her head to take a look.

The draft paper had a few words written on it: "Campus Merchant Alliance Cooperation Agreement".

"Are you really going to do this?"

Xiao Yunqing looked at him, her voice rising half an octave.

"Of course. One should see things through to the end. Besides, with such a huge mountain of gold and silver in front of me, if I don't take it, someone else will."

Song Huan didn't look up, clicked the mouse, and searched for another legal clause.

The dense text on the screen gave him a headache.

"Damn it, I'm not a law student, writing this is such a headache. It's true that professional things should be left to professionals."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yunqing reached out and pinched him.

"What?" Song Huan asked, looking bewildered.

Why would you pinch yourself for no reason?

Xiao Yunqing pouted, "Don't swear."

Song Huan was speechless, wondering if she was a spy sent by a competitor to deliberately interfere with her, and turned back to continue scratching her head and writing.

The pen drew two lines on the paper, then crossed them out.

Xiao Yunqing stood by and watched for a while, then nudged him, "Let me help you write it."

"You?" Song Huan looked up, her eyes filled with suspicion.

"Can you do it?"

"You always underestimate me." Xiao Yunqing was a little angry. She picked up the papers on the table and pulled up a chair to sit down.

"Let me try it and I'll know."

Song Huan stood up and offered her her seat, "Okay, okay, you can try. I'll go get you some drinks."

Song Huan was getting a bit tired of writing and needed a break.

He turned and walked toward the kitchen.

Xiao Yunqing picked up a pen and started writing on a piece of paper while looking at the legal clauses on the computer screen.

The handwriting is neat and tidy, each stroke carefully written, much better than Song Huan's crooked and messy handwriting.

She wrote very slowly, reading each line several times before putting pen to paper.

Song Huan came out carrying two drinks, placing one next to her and holding the other herself.

He didn't say anything, just stood behind her and watched.

As he read on, he realized something was wrong. Xiao Yunqing had written very carefully, not only filling in the fragmented content he had written before, but also adding a lot of new notes.

The terms "liability for breach of contract," "dispute resolution," and "contract term" are listed clearly, one by one.

Song Huan seemed a little dumbfounded. This girl did have some talent for humanities.

After a while, Xiao Yunqing put down her pen and rubbed her sore hands.

Seeing that the contract had been successfully drafted, Song Huan finally dared to speak up and applaud.

"Excellent, very well written."

He picked up the draft paper, read it from beginning to end, and nodded repeatedly.

"Little Cloud, you're suited to study e-commerce; you'll definitely have a bright future."

"You have to say it."

Xiao Yunqing snorted, but couldn't help but smile smugly.

E-commerce...

Xiao Yunqing silently memorized this major.

She stood up from the chair, sat on the sofa, and tilted her head back. "My neck is sore from writing."

Song Huan quickly put down the draft paper, chuckled, ran behind the sofa, put his hands on her shoulders, and started to massage her.

Xiao Yunqing narrowed her eyes and made a very soft sound, like a cat being stroked.

"Hmm...and here too, shoulder, shoulder."

"Received, received!"

Song Huan immediately moved up a little and massaged her shoulders.

The intensity was neither too strong nor too weak, and the pace was neither too fast nor too slow.

Xiao Yunqing leaned back on the sofa, her eyes half-closed and the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, but then she suddenly felt something was wrong and abruptly opened her eyes.

Her inner voice drifted over, softly, like she was arguing with herself.

[Wait, did he take advantage of me?!]

[But it feels so good.]

[Never mind, I'll knead it a little longer.]

Song Huan almost burst out laughing, but bit her lip to hold it in.

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In the afternoon, the two men came out of the print shop with the printed contracts in their hands.

The paper was new, still warm to the touch, the ink had dried, and the edges were smooth.

Song Huan stood in the sunlight, held up the contract, glanced at it, and looked triumphant.

In his past life, he was just a miserable working man. In this life, he is finally about to take the first step in starting his own business.

Xiao Yunqing also took the contract and checked it over carefully. There were no typos, and the format was neat.

She looked up at Song Huan and couldn't help but ask, "Can it really succeed?"

Song Huan folded the contract neatly, stuffed it into her pocket, and smiled.

"Even if we don't succeed, what's the problem? We haven't lost anything, and we can gain experience."

Xiao Yunqing nodded. That's true.

The food street across from the school is still under construction.

The sounds of electric drills, hammering, and workers' shouts mingled together, and sand and cement were piled on the ground.

Song Huan walked in front, with Xiao Yunqing following behind. The two walked around a pile of bricks and stopped in front of a shop.

For their first contract, they decided to target someone they knew.

Chen Xu was bending down to move things. The boxes were stacked at the door, and he picked them up and walked inside.

"Chen Xu," Song Huan called out.

Chen Xu turned around, put the box down, dusted off his hands, and walked out.

"What's up?"

Song Huan took out the contract from her pocket and unfolded it.

"I'm thinking of starting a food alliance, uniting the businesses on this street, and launching a food card that gives students a 20% discount. If your restaurant joins, you'll get a lot more customers. The profit margin might be a little lower, but you can make it more profitable through volume..."

"Where's the pen?" Chen Xu asked.

Song Huan was taken aback. "A pen? What pen?"

"The pen for signing contracts."

Song Huan was puzzled. "You haven't finished telling me yet."

Chen Xu looked at him, his tone very flat.

"I understand now. Signing this contract will only benefit me; it will increase my customer base, but my profits will only be reduced by 20%."

Song Huan and Xiao Yunqing exchanged a glance.

Neither of them spoke, but their eyes shone with light.

There are still more good people than bad!

Song Huan took a pen out of her pocket and handed it to Chen Xu, who took it and signed his name on the contract. His handwriting was neat and precise, each stroke carefully written.

Song Huan couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to discuss it with your mother?"

Chen Xu put the contract away, shook his head, and said, "Don't worry, I'll talk to her about it later. Okay, I have to go now. I wish you success."

He turned and walked back into the shop, bent down to pick up the box, and went inside.

Song Huan and Xiao Yunqing stood at the door, watching his back.

The two of them turned their heads at the same time, looked at each other, and smiled.

They clapped their hands, the sound crisp and clear, bouncing through the noisy construction site.

"A great start," Song Huan said.

Xiao Yunqing nodded, carefully folded the contract, and put it in her pocket.