Han Lie quickly skimmed the document and understood the gist.
It was, as expected, focused on emphasizing the school’s guidance and nurturing, boasting about its spirit and teaching standards—all primarily for publicity.
"Okay, I have no objections."
Han Lie agreed very straightforwardly.
Because the value of this kind of interview was so limited, it was beneath his notice.
However, the school thought differently.
In Magic Capital, Fudan University was at the pinnacle of the bragging industry. They bragged as they pleased, in every way imaginable, to the point of claiming the sky would fall and the earth itself would crack.
Shanghai International Studies University (SISU) was also respectable. Their disciplinary advantages were so significant that no one could complain even if they bragged a little reservedly.
But what did the School of Humanities have? They were practically invisible, daring not even to breathe too loudly, let alone brag.
But now, things were different. The prominent words "Finance Program, School of Humanities and Business, Shanghai International Studies University" blazed at the top of Tencent’s A-share Competition weekly leaderboard. Soon, they would even be headlining Tencent Finance news. What a glorious turnaround!
This wasn’t just breaking new ground. This was like storming from the South Heaven Gate straight into the Lingxiao Palace—an absolutely frenzied assault!
So, when Tencent’s interview staff contacted Han Lie on QQ, Han Lie typed according to the script, his replies brimming with official jargon.
"Our Shanghai International Studies University School of Humanities’ teaching philosophy has had a... blah blah blah..."
After five questions, the interviewer was exasperated.
"Are you 1358 himself?"
"Of course. Who else would I be?"
Oh, dear, I really thought I was talking to one of the school administrators... the interviewer mused.
After dealing with the interview, the Dean and Director Che were satisfied. They offered Han Lie some more words of encouragement and then walked away smiling.
Yu Xueqin gave Han Lie a deep look and was among the last to leave.
Wang Tianqing, however, wasn’t in a hurry to depart. She stood with her hands behind her back, leaning over to look at the laptop screen.
"Han Junior, would it be convenient for you to give me your QQ number?"
The moment Brother Lie looked up, his eyes immediately locked onto her.
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Black silk... thigh-highs...
Han Lie initially hadn’t wanted to give it, but the young woman was clearly making an effort. In the November weather, she wore only a trench coat outside and a shirt underneath, the first button of her deep V-neck shirt undone. How cold must she be?
And her smile was so dazzling... no, so broad... no, so sweet.
So Brother Lie opened QQ, shifted slightly to the side, and calmly said, "See for yourself."
Wang Tianqing was completely stunned.
This little junior... he was full of surprises.
A battle-hardened Sea King?!
But then again, looking into his clear eyes, Wang Tianqing began to doubt whether she was overthinking it.
A tiger? Or a mouse? She couldn’t quite figure him out...
But this was precisely what she wanted, so she leaned in closer, looking at the screen and memorizing the number.
Han Lie seriously questioned her memory. It was an 11-digit number, yet she stared at it for a good 30 seconds, looking back and forth.
Good grief, she was close enough to clearly see the teal lines and pale red patterns on his QQ theme.
When she finally memorized it and stood up, she flashed Han Lie a captivating smile.
"Han Junior, if I ask you for stock trading advice in the future, you mustn’t turn me down, okay?"
Han Lie hadn’t heard clearly, but that didn’t stop him from nodding. "Of course, of course. Definitely."
Wang Tianqing was extremely pleased, thinking she had offered enough of a "sweetener" to have the junior wrapped around her finger. So she gave a gentle wave and, with a graceful sway of her hips, sauntered out.
Then, five seconds after she left, Han Lie had already forgotten the promise he had just made.
Full marks if we sleep together, zero if not. Leading me on? That’s negative points.
Probably another one for the negative score category.
But Brother Lie was an expert at turning those negative scores into full marks.
Fang Feifei and Yu Yun stick so close to the ’little cucumber’ that it’s hard to make a move. But you, you don’t have that kind of protective charm. Who gave you the audacity?
It’s just... I genuinely don’t have the time lately. Maybe later, if I’m in the mood...