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Unlocking the electronic lock, Zheng Yifan waved to the two girls.
"I'll take you there, and we can see what the model auditions are like," Zheng Yifan suggested.
He had just exchanged phone numbers with the two girls. The Doll-Faced Girl was named Haowen Jing, and she was indeed quiet, forming a stark contrast with Huang Mengni.
Having someone drive them was certainly more convenient than taking the bus or subway, so they readily accepted his offer.
The driver switched from Huang Mengni to Zheng Yifan, allowing her to relax while he drove carefully, fearing that they would arrive even later.
With Zheng Yifan behind the wheel, the speed picked up significantly. His superhuman reflexes allowed him to weave through traffic effortlessly. Although he didn't attract too much attention or scolding from others, his driving was not much different from that of a taxi driver.
Zooming along, Zheng Yifan finally felt a hint of the thrill of speeding, though he never exceeded 40 miles per hour.
Following the navigation, they arrived outside the Exhibition Committee's hall in just ten minutes. After securing the last parking spot, Zheng Yifan entered the hall with the two girls.
What followed was a long wait. The college girls auditioning were a feast for Zheng Yifan's eyes. Unlike the starving women from apocalyptic tales, these girls had adorned themselves with makeup and dressed in their finest clothes. Their nearly waist-length shorts attracted many heated gazes, their curves almost spilling into the narrow corridor.
Huang Mengni sat at the back in a row of corridor seats. Many men filled the hallway—some young and handsome, others in their thirties or forties. The young men were stylishly dressed, while the older ones were well-groomed, occasionally revealing luxury watches that hinted at their wealth.
Zheng Yifan found a seat across from Huang Mengni and casually sat down, silently observing as she and Haowen Jing touched up their makeup and adjusted their outfits for any imperfections.
"You're a lucky guy!" an older man in his thirties or forties nudged Zheng Yifan's arm with his elbow and smiled at him.
"They're just ordinary friends," Zheng Yifan replied with a smile.
Clearly, the man had categorized Zheng Yifan among those who supported beautiful college girls because after he sat down, his shirt naturally pulled up slightly to reveal part of his watch.
That was a prized possession from the Apocalyptic World—a brand that didn't exist in reality. Its craftsmanship and embedded diamonds were exquisite. Even though it was understated, it was definitely not ordinary; if this watch were sold in the real world without considering brand value, it could fetch hundreds of thousands.
Thus, the older man struck up a conversation with Zheng Yifan.
"I understand; who isn't just an ordinary friend?" he said while scrutinizing Zheng Yifan closely.
"Which military district are you serving in, brother? This kind of aura is something I only encountered during my time in the army."
The older man slowly assessed Zheng Yifan. Although he was now mingling in political circles, just a few years ago he had been a Company Commander in the Northeast Field Army. His keen eye could not be mistaken; the explosive muscles of the young man were nearly bursting out of his loose sportswear. A faint hint of killing intent seemed to emanate from him, marking him as a formidable figure. Only those who executed border defense missions could achieve such a presence. He recalled his first time stationed at the border, nearly soiling his pants from fear; that memory was still fresh.
"Just a businessman, not part of the system. Not military either," Zheng Yifan replied casually to the older man beside him. As they gradually became more familiar, their conversation shifted to lighter topics.
To his surprise, the older man was quite knowledgeable about Shengjing's culinary delights and entertainment spots, even sharing amusing anecdotes about various big shots.
Of course, those big shots had no connection to the older man; it was as if they were two parallel lines.
As time passed, fewer candidates remained for interviews. One by one, attractive college students left the corridor, some cheerful and others dejected.
Though they all received responses to wait for news, the attitudes towards each individual varied greatly.
"Brother, do you need me to pull some strings for you? All the spots today have already been predetermined; this is just a formality. It's just that annoying girl who insisted on coming to try her luck," the older man kindly offered to Zheng Yifan.
It was a simple matter of potentially earning a favor from someone who might not even need it.
"No thanks, we want to rely on ourselves," Huang Mengni interjected before the older man could finish.
The older man could only smile awkwardly and say nothing further.
After more than an hour, both women's interviews concluded, their expressions somewhat unnatural, creating a tense atmosphere.
The older man, still nearby, smiled kindly at them and said, "It's really just like this; only a few don't need connections, and those spots were decided long ago."
Standing next to him was a petite girl with delicate features and light makeup, her appearance a blend of beauty and cuteness.
At that moment, she was linking arms with the older man as they slowly made their way downstairs.
Upon reaching the parking lot, the two groups parted ways; the older man's car was on one side while Zheng Yifan's vehicle was parked closer to the main road.
"Are you going back to school or somewhere else? I can take you back and then leave since I don't have much to do today," Zheng Yifan said.
The two girls replied in unison that they were going back to school. Zheng Yifan readily agreed.
The journey was quiet, with a gentle breeze and clear skies. The three of them walked along the long avenue, adorned with a few flowing dresses. Every ten meters brought a new scene, each step picturesque.
In the distance, along the road, the entrance of Shengjing University came into view. The grand archway at the school's entrance displayed the words "National Shenyang University" in large characters.
Outside the school, countless vehicles were returning, each one dropping off a beautiful young girl. The streets were bustling with youth, filled with vitality and aspirations for the future. They marched forward bravely, even if it meant stumbling into the unknown, determined to press on until they had smoothed out their rough edges.
Zheng Yifan's car slowly came to a stop about ten meters from the university gate. He let the two girls out and waved goodbye as they headed back to school.
After a successful trip to purchase a car and encountering two lovely girls, he felt as if he were living like a deity. In the afternoon, he called the sales manager at the dealership to expedite the resolution of his license plate issue.
Just two hours later, both cars had their plates ready; however, the Jaguar was temporarily left at the dealership since he didn't even have a garage yet.
Everything still required effort; buying a house had become a top priority, after all, it would be his home for a long time.
His busy life would continue for some time, and there were no major events in this chaotic world until a week later... (To be continued)
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