On the day when the urban management officers came after me, I (Lu Zhi, a master of economics and management) squatted on the ground to help my deskmate Su Xiao pick up the coins scattered on the floor. I also put my school uniform jacket on her handmade jewelry stall: "I pretended to be waiting for my classmates, but they didn't check."
I didn't know at that time that this "poor student" who wore old school uniforms every day and set up a stall selling 25-yuan hairpins was actually the heir to a jewelry group. He set up a stall just to find "the sincerity of not seeking money." And I, a top student whom she praised as "knowing how to sell goods," would later lead my brothers from the cross-professional dormitory—a computer guru to build a micro-store system, a law top student to do compliance filings, and sports student buddies to run offline executions, and turn her small street stall into a cultural and creative studio for campus Internet celebrities.
When the "Star Hair Clip" she designed was sold out, she would ask me with round eyes, "Why do you know pricing better than me?"
No abuse at all! There is no vicious female supporting role, no family opposition, just the cute contrast of "rich woman's deskmate x academic strategist", a sweet daily life from street stall to studio - after all, who can refuse, a academic who looks more serious when he helps you calculate your income than when reading financial reports, and who says "I want to earn a future with you" when he confesses?
