Chapter 217: Chapter 130: It’s Still You, Brother Lie, Who Knows How to Spend Money_2
Wang Xiaotian explained, "Just this morning, the school issued an announcement. From now on, the two-person dorms and international dorms will no longer have power 24 hours a day. They’ll cut the main switch at 11 p.m. ..."
"We just want to quietly get by at school, playing cards."
Yu Xueqin stared intensely at Han Lie. This was the first time he had spoken since entering the room.
"Now, the entire sophomore and junior classes have been struck by this unforeseen calamity."
"That can’t be, right?"
Han Lie didn’t widen his eyes to express surprise. That was a fresh-faced idol’s trick; a seasoned actor’s performance couldn’t be so superficial.
His first action was to slightly open his mouth, only speaking after half a second.
He then adjusted his speaking rate and pitch, making the words "That can’t be, right?" faster than normal, with the stress on the last syllable, giving "right" a smoothly executed downward and upward inflection.
At the same time, with a gentle furrowing of his brows, a flicker of confusion passed through his eyes...
The entire performance was fluid and restrained, so natural that even Tony Leung would have applauded it.
His acting experience in his character panel CHIMED continuously. It looked like he was about to reach Level 4...
Er, to be honest, among all of Han Lie’s skills, acting and blustering were the two that grew the fastest naturally, which was truly insane.
Really, in his past life, Han Lie definitely chose the wrong major.
If he had studied acting earlier, Yi Zhang wouldn’t have stood a chance for the title of the ’adorably awkward’ best actor!
Yu Xueqin’s eyes were nearly popping out as he stared, yet he still couldn’t find any flaw. Everyone else felt the same, mostly convinced that this incident had nothing to do with Han Lie.
Then, Han Lie, ever the actor, suddenly raised an eyebrow as if he had just remembered something, took out his cell phone, and headed to the window.
"You guys sit, I’ll make a call to Pan Ge."
Han Lie’s face showed a bit of solemnity. His buddies looked at each other in confusion, not understanding how Pan Ge was involved in this again.
Once Han Lie was some distance away, Ma Ke asked quietly, "What exactly does Pan Ge’s family do?"
Fang Tongzhi spoke thoughtfully in a low voice, "Zhou Ci should know. That’s why he’s so convinced it was definitely Han Lie who did it."
Liu Yingjun’s temper flared up suddenly. "Then why the hell was he hemming and hawing like a moron when we asked him?!"
Wang Xiaotian chimed in, "He doesn’t want people to know Pan Ge’s real family background!"
Yu Xueqin suddenly slapped his thigh hard. "Ah! There’s someone surnamed Pan on our school’s board of directors list. He ranks quite high up, but he never meddles in affairs. I’ve never seen him in person, so it didn’t come to mind..."
Everyone’s gaze turned collectively to Ma Ke.
"Why are you all looking at me?" Ma Ke was a bit confused.
"You’re the only local here. Who else would we look at?"
Ma Ke was exasperated. "Even as a local, it’s not like I’d know every big shot... Besides, we don’t even have a full name..."
So, everyone looked at Yu Xueqin again.
Yu Xueqin was also frustrated. "What’s the use of looking at me? Who has nothing better to do than memorize the names of the board of directors?"
"Zhou Ci kept it so secret; she must be someone significant."
"Maybe we should search it on Baidu later?"
"No use."
Ma Ke waved his hand. "There are too many big shots in Magic Capital. No one even knows how many wealthy families there were before liberation... Han Lie’s finished his call."
Everyone looked up in unison, only to see Han Lie with a slight expression of apology, shaking his head with a bitter smile.
"I’m sorry, it does have something to do with me..."
The ’Acting Emperor’ Lie sat back down. His expression was no longer as aloof, and the distance he exuded was no longer as strong.
"Pan Ge was probably too worried about me. She mentioned this matter to Uncle Pan, who then called Principal Zhang immediately to ask him to handle it.
Normally, it should’ve just been directed at Dan Zihao, Zhou Ci, and Kong Yize. But I’m not sure why nothing happened to those guys and instead, you all were dragged into this. It must be someone scheming behind the scenes, right?
Pan Ge doesn’t know the details, and it’s not appropriate to ask Principal Zhang directly. Do you guys have any suspects?"
Han Lie’s explanation was reasonable and well-structured, convincing his friends.
So, they began to rack their brains and ponder.
It was Yu Xueqin, with his knack for understanding the higher-ups’ intentions, who quickly came up with an idea.
"Probably someone snitched, so the school authorities thought we were behind Dan Zihao and the rest. The brothers ended up taking the blame for those idiots.
Principal Zhang wants to sort this out once and for all by kicking everyone out of the dorms.
—Either you stay in your dorms and go to sleep obediently at 11 p.m., or you go out all night and don’t come back to the school.
If it were really us causing trouble, this move would hit us where it hurts.
Just watch. The dorm curfew is going to get stricter, and it will probably be tough to go in or out after midnight..."
By the end of his analysis, Yu Xueqin was already grinding his teeth in anger.
He was the one who least wanted the dorm power to be cut off.
Fang Tongzhi and the others didn’t really care. If they couldn’t use the dorms, they could rent a villa or go to a hotel to have fun. It wouldn’t impact them much, just be a bit pricier.
But Yu Xueqin was different. He was relying on those kickbacks to save up for his first nest egg.
There was still more than half of this semester left, and then another good half a year as a senior next year. All in all, he could scrounge up at least seven or eight hundred thousand. Wasn’t that a lot of money?!
It was a significant sum in any era.
Nowadays, a fresh humanities graduate’s starting salary was just two to three thousand. That amount of money represented twenty years of his striving; wouldn’t anyone be distressed by losing it?
Therefore, Yu Xueqin had come to loathe Dan Zihao and Zhou Ci to death.
Once everyone left campus to have fun outside, what could he rely on for his cut?
Wang Xiaotian was still the organizer, the one who arranged their gatherings; he was indispensable wherever they went. But once Yu Xueqin was cut off from the school environment, he would be nothing.