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Cui Shuigen was in a frenzy, chasing after Hu Ruoyun countless times, demanding an explanation. It was still early November, yet shoe insoles were already everywhere on the streets; this business was clearly doomed this year.
In November, Deputy Director Li from the Annan County Post and Telecommunications Bureau contacted Hu Ruoyun through Mao Na, hoping to collaborate once again. Mao Na's annual postcard project was no exception this year, and Hu Ruoyun reluctantly agreed to approach Zhao JiaqI from the Student Affairs Office regarding the authorization to use Jiangbei University's image. The Student Affairs Office quickly approved the request without asking for 5,000 postcards this time.
Fortunately, this project required authorization from the Postal System, which made it difficult for outsiders to break into their market. They printed 20,000 postcards at a price of 0.4 yuan each, sticking to the old routine of ensuring a profit of 0.1 yuan per card, planning to sell them all before New Year's Day.
Cui Shuigen received the order and eagerly took his girlfriend Feng Yun to get started. Jie Bing, feeling ashamed for his past actions, changed his major and dormitory after being punished by the school for spreading rumors about Hu Ruoyun and later apologized to him.
Everyone thought they would forget each other in the vast world, but Jiangcheng University felt so small. On December 3rd, a Saturday, Hu Ruoyun and his dorm mates were promoting postcards along the riverside market in the liberal arts area.
Although their leader Zhao Jinpu and second-in-command Miao Shujie weren't short on money, they had grown closer over time and were willing to join their brothers for some fun. After a round of selling, they managed to sell over 1,800 postcards and happily headed back. As they passed a clothing and shoe stall, they suddenly heard a familiar voice arguing: “Just because I touched these shoes doesn’t mean I have to buy them! Isn’t that extortion? I’ll report you to the Business Administration Office!”
Cui Shuigen signaled everyone to stop and pointed towards a vendor. It turned out Jie Bing was arguing with a female vendor selling shoes. Beside him stood a boy in a black suit with a white shirt and red tie, chiming in: “I’m from Jiangbei University’s Law Department; your actions constitute coercive sales and are commercial fraud…”
The vendor, a thin middle-aged woman with a quivering voice, protested: “You just touched them! Look at the scratch you made with your nails; how can I sell these to someone else now? How is that my commercial fraud? If you weren’t going to buy them, why did you scratch them so hard?”
Jie Bing defended himself: “How else would I know if they’re real leather?”
The vendor shot back: “You scratched them too! Can you tell everyone if my shoes are real leather or not?”
Jie Bing insisted: “They are real leather… but are these shoes really worth 45 yuan?”
The vendor was nearly speechless with anger: “Didn’t I tell you beforehand that our shoes cost 45 yuan a pair? No bargaining!”
Jie Bing fell silent. The "lawyer" next to him adjusted his tie: “From a legal standpoint, that was merely verbal; it’s not a strict contractual agreement!”
As more people gathered around to watch, some said: “Forget it; they’re just two students. If they don’t want to buy, let them go; it’s not worth delaying your business…” Others defended the vendor: “No one is forcing him to buy! Why touch someone else's shoes if you’re not buying? College students should be more reasonable!”
Amidst the heated debate, a booming male voice cut through the crowd: "You little brat, someone like you will grow up to be a lawyer who bends the law for personal gain..."
Then, a tall and burly man charged into the throng, grabbing the "lawyer" by the collar and throwing him down. "Both my wife and I have lost our jobs. Do you think it's easy to set up this little stall to support our family? Look at you two, dressed like you're wealthy. Poor help the poor, rich help the rich, and officials help the wealthy. If you really can't afford a pair of shoes, just say so—I’ll give you a pair! But you can't just bully people on purpose!"
With that, he swung a hand at Jie Bing, landing a slap. "If you really don't want to buy, that's fine, but why are you spewing nonsense and trying to disgust a woman?"
Seeing the "lawyer" attempting to get up from the ground, the Big Man stepped forward and kicked him back down hard. "The price was agreed upon beforehand. My stall never negotiates; take it or leave it. If you know the price and aren't genuinely buying, why scratch my shoes?"
At this point, the "lawyer" was already cowering, his voice quivering with tears: "I didn't scratch the shoes; it was him..." He pointed at Jie Bing.
Jie Bing was taken aback: Didn't you ask me to accompany you for your lawyer's practice? Why are you throwing me under the bus now?
As the Big Man approached him, Jie Bing hurriedly backed away, saying, "He dragged me here under the pretense of practicing law... Big Brother, can't I just buy the shoes?"
Hu Ruoyun and a few others from their dorm exchanged glances but made no move to intervene. They silently agreed to leave together.
Afterward, they went to the cafeteria for a meal, tacitly avoiding any mention of what they had just witnessed.
Not everyone who graduates from university is talented; sometimes, they turn out to be scum.
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