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Chapter 193 Under the Eaves

One week into the new school year, the popularity of the Food Alliance continues to rise, just like the summer temperature.

You can hear the words "food card" everywhere you go.

In the cafeteria, people sat facing each other with their plates, eating and chatting. "Did you buy any?"

"I bought it for sixty yuan. It'll break even after a few meals."

"I saved five yuan in one meal."

What did you eat?

"Milk tea and fried chicken, originally 15 yuan, now 12 yuan after discount."

The two looked at each other and smiled at the same time.

Someone in the hallway was asking, "Can we still use the old milk tea shop's name?"

"It works, everything is 20% off, even the new mango pomelo sago dessert is on sale."

Someone nearby leaned over and asked, "Where's the stationery store?"

"I bought a box of pen refills yesterday, which saved me two yuan."

The news spread faster than anything else.

There are no secrets among students, especially when it comes to money.

The buzz among merchants has also increased.

Song Huan sat in front of the computer, and QQ chat windows kept popping up. They weren't buying cards, but interested in becoming franchisees.

There's a milk tea shop, a fried chicken shop, a fried rice shop, and even a dessert shop.

He read them one by one, but didn't reply much.

This time, things won't be so good.

He proposed the concept of a "franchise fee," which is one thousand yuan per month.

There was a long silence on the other end of the chat window, and then the profile picture went gray.

Several companies are like this.

People rush to come when it's free, but disappear as soon as they hear they have to pay.

However, a few wealthy and powerful companies asked a few questions and then transferred the money.

Song Huan wrote down the shop name and marked it with a red dot on the map.

The online scene was even more lively than the offline one.

The QQ group was already full, so he opened a second one, which was also full.

The news spread like wildfire. Some people were asking "Which restaurant is good?", some were showing off "How much money did I save today?", and some were asking "When will the new restaurant open?"

Every Monday, Song Huan posts a poster on QQ's announcement board that reads, "New partner merchants added this week."

There is also a monthly lucky draw, where three to five cardholders are randomly selected to receive a free meal or movie tickets.

Low cost, but plenty of talking points; every time there's a new activity, the QQ group gets 99+ messages almost instantly.

The person who won posted a screenshot in the group chat, and the comments below were filled with "envious" and "I'll definitely be the one next time."

He also dropped a bombshell: the student with the highest card spending at the end of the semester will receive a card fee waiver and a super gift package for the next semester.

The group chat exploded. Some people started doing the math, some started planning how many times a week they would eat there, and some directly asked, "What's in the gift pack?"

With both online and offline channels launching a coordinated offensive, the sale of food vouchers has surged like a floodgate opening.

Five hundred copies were sold out in the first five weeks, so Xiao Yunqing urgently contacted the manufacturer and placed an additional order for one thousand copies.

Song Huan did the math.

After deducting the costs of organizing the event, advertising expenses, and commissions paid to Chen Xu and Zhao Qihang, the net profit for the first week was over 26,000 yuan.

He looked at the number twice, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long sigh.

Twenty-six thousand, in one week.

This is just the beginning.

The school has over 3,000 students, and the surrounding junior high and primary schools together conservatively estimate a customer base of 6,000.

A mountain of gold and silver, that's right, a mountain of gold and silver!

Xiao Yunqing sat next to him, stunned as she listened to the number.

She stared at the screen, her mouth slightly open, and remained silent for a long time.

She recalled that before the start of the semester, Song Huan stood at the school gate, looking at the street that was being renovated, and said, "I see money."

At the time, she thought he was bragging, but now she believes him.

On the day the exam results came out, the honor roll at the school gate was updated.

The top fifty students in both arts and sciences are listed in black lettering on a red background, with their photos and each student's motto printed next to them.

Other students' mottos are either "Study hard and make progress every day" or "There will be times when I ride the wind and break the waves, and set sail to cross the vast ocean."

It's nothing special, just average.

Until the 24th place, Song Huan, with a total score of 612.

Motto: Food card, your campus identity, your meal voucher. With it, Mom no longer worries about me not having enough to eat.

Xiao Yunqing ranked 46th with a total score of 589.

Motto: Sixty yuan for a card, you can't go wrong with it. With this card in hand, you've got the food court covered!

Wang Feng stood in front of the honor roll, his hands behind his back, and read it from beginning to end.

When he saw these two mottoes, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Of course he knew about the food cards that had been making headlines at school these past few days; he'd heard that several hundred had been sold in the first week alone.

He didn't say anything, turned around and left.

Wednesday afternoon, self-study period.

The classroom wasn't as quiet as usual; some people were chatting, and others were talking about the Food Alliance.

Zhao Qihang lay on the table, turned to Chen Xu and said, "Let's try that newly opened fried chicken shop after school." Chen Xu nodded.

Xiao Yunqing sat next to Song Huan, with a math test paper spread out in front of her. Song Huan was drawing on the draft paper and explaining the last big question to her.

The pen tip touched the paper, and he wrote slowly, step by step.

Although the business is thriving, it is still the final year of high school, and academic studies cannot be neglected.

Suddenly, someone walked in through the back door.

The classroom fell silent instantly.

Wang Feng stood at the back door, glanced around, and then headed straight for Song Huan.

The leather shoes clattered heavily on the floor with each step.

Song Huan looked up and paused for a moment.

Wang Feng had already walked up to him, holding a food card in his hand.

It's light blue with a logo printed on the front. The corners are a bit worn, indicating it's been used.

He looked at it over and over, then looked up and stared at Song Huan.

"Did you do this?"

Song Huan stood up. "Yes."

"Come to my office."

Wang Feng turned and walked away, his leather shoes clicking away.

Song Huan got out of her seat and followed behind.

Xiao Yunqing watched him walk out, nervously gripping her pen.

Zhao Qihang leaned out from behind and whispered, "Are you going to call a halt?"

Chen Xu didn't speak, his brows furrowed.

The office window was open, and the wind blew in, turning a page of the documents on the desk.

Wang Feng sat in a chair, while Song Huan stood in front of the desk.

The door was closed, keeping out the noise from the hallway, and the room was quiet.

Wang Feng cut to the chase, "Song Huan, I know you get good grades."

He looked at Song Huan, his tone not harsh, but every word carried weight, "But when you did this, did you think about the consequences? You take money from students, what if the store goes out of business and the students ask you for a refund? Will you refund them? What will you use to refund them?"

He paused for a moment, then said, "If the parents cause a scene at the school, who will be responsible?"

Song Huan stood still.

He heard Wang Feng's inner thoughts, like a stone thrown into water, sinking to the bottom.

[If something goes wrong with this thing, and parents complain to the education bureau, I can't afford the responsibility.]

Song Huan lowered her head.

"Director Wang, I really didn't think it through and didn't report to the school in advance."

He was very polite, spoke softly, and his tone was one of apology.

Then he looked up and began to explain.

"I signed agreements with each business, which stipulated that the business must operate normally. If a business closes down, I will be responsible for finding a new store for the student. Moreover, the stores I chose are all established businesses that have been open for more than six months, so the probability of them running away is very low."

Wang Feng's brows were still furrowed.

He leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers twice on the armrest.

"Although you spearheaded this food alliance in your personal capacity, you are still a student at the school. If something goes wrong, it's the school that will lose face and bear the responsibility."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "The school has already discussed this matter in a meeting. The principal's attitude wasn't very good; such a big thing, and the school was completely unaware of it!"

"Furthermore, the principal has given a firm order: either the school must oversee this, or it must be stopped immediately tomorrow!"

Song Huan gritted her teeth. "What's the reason?"

Wang Feng spoke calmly, "The school rules are very clear. First, students are not allowed to engage in commercial activities on campus. Second, printing and issuing securities without school approval is prohibited. Third, such activities pose safety hazards. Fourth, they disrupt normal teaching order."

Song Huan gasped, "Good heavens."

Is it really necessary to push yourself this hard?

His mind raced, and he spoke.

"Director Wang, the Food Alliance is developing so rapidly that everyone in the school knows it. It's impossible to stop it now. Forcibly stopping it will only cause more serious consequences."

He paused, looked into Wang Feng's eyes, and said, "How about this, I'll do it under the name of the Student Union's Practice Department of No. 1 Middle School, and submit the activity plan to the school for approval. If there are any problems, the school can stop it at any time."

After hearing this, Wang Feng did not rush to agree.

He picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number.

The call was answered quickly. Wang Feng lowered his voice, and Song Huan couldn't hear what was being said on the other end. She only heard Wang Feng say "uh-huh," "uh-huh," and "okay."

It's over.

Wang Feng looked at Song Huan.

"The principal agreed, but on two conditions. First, it must be approved in writing, in the name of the class or student council. Second, the back of each card must be printed with 'The final interpretation of this activity rests with the Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School Student Council' to ensure that the school has sufficient authority to supervise."

Song Huan stood there, his hands in his pockets, clenched them briefly, then released them.

"OK."

When I returned to the classroom, all eyes were on me.

Song Huan walked back to her seat and sat down.

Xiao Yunqing leaned closer and lowered her voice.

"How is it?" Zhao Qihang peeked out from behind, and Chen Xu also stood up, the three of them surrounding him.

Song Huan repeated what Wang Feng had said.

The school needs to decentralize power, and the cards should be printed in the name of the student council, with the statement "The final interpretation right belongs to the student council" printed on the back.

Zhao Qihang was the first to explode, "Why? This is what you did, they didn't do anything, why should their names be printed on it?"

He raised his voice, and the people next to him turned to look at him. He lowered his voice a little, but his face was still red.

"And what exactly is this 'final interpretation right'? If something goes wrong, they can just interpret it however they want?"

Chen Xu stood to the side, not saying a word, but with his brows furrowed.

He doesn't usually express his opinions much, but that expression showed that he was also unhappy.

Xiao Yunqing didn't speak, but kept her head down, drawing circles on the table with her finger.

After drawing for a while, he looked up and asked, "What about the franchise fee? Will the school get a share too?"

Song Huan shook her head. "They didn't say that. But if they remember one day and ask for it, should we give it to them?"

Everyone fell silent.

Song Huan leaned back in her chair, looking at the ceiling.

"The current situation is that the school already knows and is watching. If we resist, they can find a hundred reasons to stop us. At that point, we won't be able to do anything."

He sat up straight and looked at the three people in front of him.

"Humble yourself first and save what you have. We'll deal with the rest later."

Zhao Qihang still looked unconvinced, Chen Xu's brows were still furrowed, and Xiao Yunqing was still drawing circles with her head down.

After a while, she looked up and said, "When you write the proposal, make sure to be vague about the authority of the No. 1 Middle School student council. Don't let them really interfere."

Song Huan glanced at her and nodded. "Okay."

The next day, Song Huan wrote a whole page of proposal.

Activity objectives, activity content, merchant eligibility criteria, cardholder benefits, and dispute resolution process.

Each point was written clearly and precisely.

Song Huan took the proposal to Lu Xu for his signature. Lu Xu looked at it twice, glanced at him again, said nothing, and signed it.

Every teacher was well aware that the school was going to get involved in the food alliance.

Then Song Huan went to find Wang Feng.

Wang Feng read very slowly, carefully examining each line.

After reading it, I picked up a pen and wrote a line at the end of the plan: "Trial implementation for one semester. If any complaints arise, it will be terminated immediately."

Only after the official stamp was affixed was the proposal pushed back.

Song Huan stood in the corridor, holding the proposal.

A gust of wind blew by, and the corner of the paper curled up.

He glanced at the line of text and sighed.

People have to bow their heads under the roof.