I'm back in 1990

Chapter 1173: I'm heartbroken

Ou Ya returned to her dormitory empty-handed. Xu Ziang's room door had been open the whole time, and he immediately came out of his room upon hearing the noise.

"So? Did Huang Zeji agree?"

Ou Ya collapsed heavily onto the sofa, appearing completely exhausted.

"No!"

"Why? Isn't the bonus more appealing?" Xu Ziang didn't understand.

However, his reason for participating in the competition was not for the money; he wanted to get a job at the bank in the future, and his family was not short of money.

In fact, with his family's wealth, getting into a bank would be a piece of cake, but Xu Ziang didn't want that. He wanted to get in honestly and fairly based on his own abilities.

"He said he didn't have time and had no interest in the prize money whatsoever."

Xu Ziang muttered, "Are there really people who would turn down money?"

Hearing voices in the living room, Choi Min-joo also came out of her room.

"What are you talking about?" Although her Mandarin was a bit broken, it was basically understandable.

Xu Ziang replied, "I was hoping to find a strong foreign aid, but it seems there's no hope now."

"We can pay more." Choi Min-joo's words were still a bit lacking; she actually wanted to ask if they should give her some extra money.

Ou Ya shook her head: "It shouldn't be about money."

Just when the three were at their wits' end, Zeng Wentian returned.

"Wen Tian, ​​you're finally back! We've been waiting for you." Upon seeing Zeng Wen Tian, ​​Ou Ya immediately went to greet him.

Zeng Wentian was bewildered by Ou Ya's enthusiasm and couldn't figure out what was going on for a moment.

"What's wrong with you all?"

"You were right! Huang Zeji refused to team up with us. How did you know he wouldn't agree?" Ou Ya pulled Zeng Wentian aside and pressed him for the reason.

Zeng Wentian, of course, would not answer this question. Instead, he suggested bringing the topic back to the competition.

"As a prestigious university, Shanghai University must have many computer experts. We can find others to join us. I can also see that what we want is the process of participation and the final ranking. In fact, the prize money is irrelevant. Since that's the case, we can promise that all the prize money will go to the external helpers, and we won't take a penny."

Zeng Wentian had already figured it out. Xu Ziang came from a wealthy family, and his purpose in participating in the competition was not for the prize money. This could be heard from his words. Cui Minzhu was obviously not interested in the prize money either. Ou Ya was the same. It was her suggestion that if they won a prize, most of the prize money should be given to the foreign players. So she was not very enthusiastic about the prize money either.

As for myself, needless to say.

In that case, once we win an award, we should just give all the prize money to the foreign players. A generous reward will surely attract brave men; this principle has never changed.

But Xu Ziang raised another question: "We can't say for sure that we'll win in the end. What if we don't get a ranking? Wouldn't that mean we've just made empty promises to the foreign players?"

Ou Ya asked, "Then what do you suggest we do?"

"How about this, let's all four of us agree first. If we get a ranking, then without a doubt, the prize money will go to the foreign player. If we don't get a ranking, we'll still give the foreign player a minimum amount of money, which we'll split equally among the four of us. But it definitely won't be more than the prize money, since we didn't get a ranking, right?"

Zeng Wentian frowned and said, "Isn't this just paying someone to do something? Won't that violate the competition rules?"

Xu Ziang was confident about this: "I have carefully studied the competition rules and they are not in violation of them. First, we select suitable people from within the school to join us, not from outside the school. Second, the rules do not say that we are not allowed to pay outside helpers. If the law does not prohibit it, it is permissible."

Now the other three understood and had to admit that Xu Ziang's words made some sense.

Xu Ziang looked at the other three and asked, "So, do you have any objections?"

The three looked at each other, and Choi Min-joo was the first to speak up: "I agree."

After considering it for a moment, Ou Ya nodded and said, "I agree."

Zeng Wentian hadn't made a statement yet, so the three of them looked at him together.

After about ten seconds, Zeng Wentian nodded, "Okay!"

The four reached an agreement on paying for external assistance.

Zeng Wentian ultimately agreed to this approach because it was his first group activity at Shanghai Dan, and he didn't want to appear out of place. Besides, it didn't violate any rules, so he figured he might as well go along with the others.

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Huang Zeji's words in the cafeteria at noon made Tengger think for the whole afternoon. To be honest, he still didn't want to give up. It was rare to meet a girl he liked, and he was afraid he would regret it in the future if he gave up so easily.

That night in the dormitory, although he pretended to sit at his desk reading, his mind was not on the book at all; he was waiting for Huang Zeji.

He waited until after midnight, and Huang Zeji finally returned. He immediately stood up eagerly.

"Young Master, why are you only just getting back!"

"Old Teng, still not asleep?" Huang Zeji looked exhausted as he placed his bag on his desk.

Tengger offered, "Are you hungry? How about I treat you to a late-night snack?"

Gao Yuzhou and Song Cheng overheard this, and neither of them was asleep.

Gao Yuzhou, who was scrolling through his tablet, looked up from the bed: "Hey, Lao Teng's treating us to dinner tonight?"

Song Cheng had originally planned to wash up, but upon hearing this, he immediately withdrew his foot from the bathroom.

Unexpectedly, Tengger didn't intend to invite them: "You two can skip this one. I've almost spent my living expenses for the month, and I'm short on money. I'll treat you next time."

Gao Yuzhou rolled his eyes in exasperation: "Tch!" He turned over and went back to scrolling through his tablet.

Song Cheng went into the bathroom to wash up.

As a result, Huang Zeji also didn't want to go: "I'm not going. You're broke, so I'll save you some money!"

"Even though I'm broke, I can still afford a late-night snack. Let's go!" Tengger insisted.

Huang Zeji sat down and waved his hand, "I'm really not going. I'm a little tired today and want to go to bed early."

Seeing that Huang Zeji really didn't want to go, Tengger walked up to him and quietly asked, "Can we go outside and chat for a bit?"

Huang Zeji immediately guessed the reason: This guy hasn't given up yet?

However, he still nodded in agreement.

The early spring night in Shanghai was still a bit chilly, and the two of them arrived at the dormitory building wearing light down jackets.

Tenggerli immediately asked, "Young Master, were you just trying to scare me with what you said at noon?"

Huang Zeji found a place to sit down: "Why would I scare you? I'm telling the truth."

Seeing that Tengger still looked at him with disbelief, he continued to persuade him, "My cousin's family is quite well-off, so my aunt and uncle never considered letting her marry someone from outside the family. You're really not suitable, Lao Teng. There are plenty of good girls out there. You should choose someone else!"

Tenggerli now truly believed it, plopped down next to Huang Zeji, and said with a look of utter dejection, "I'm heartbroken!"

Huang Zeji was speechless. Heartbroken? It never even started!