CHAPTER 342: CHAPTER 177: I WAS CLEARLY HERE FIRST_3

In the era of short videos, Aulong didn’t even qualify to be called a dish.

But now, in the five-star hotels of first-tier cities, a table at a wedding banquet only averaged 3,000 to 5,000 yuan. In second and third-tier cities, it was even cheaper.

Not counting the entrance fee, drinks, service charge, and venue decoration fee, the cost per table in the off-season could even be pushed below 1,800 yuan, and still, they could manage to rake in a hefty 1,500 yuan profit.

Looking at the current situation, Han Lie’s arrangement was almost at the pinnacle of regular banquets.

This was because Marriott simply didn’t dare to skimp on things as if it were just another wedding banquet package.

The dishes originally prepared for Han Lie were all exquisite, with a few special additions, and then personally crafted by the master chef. How could the taste, quantity, and service not be excellent?

With more girls present, less alcohol was consumed.

However, there were always the bold ones, or those with an astonishing tolerance for alcohol, who would come in groups of three or five to playfully tease Han Lie.

Xi Luting gritted her teeth, hating herself for having worked so diligently.

Yes, it’s true, a large part of Han Lie’s current fame is thanks to me.

The promotional article she had written last week truly hadn’t been in vain. Pushed by QQ Finance, it was reprinted by numerous financial media outlets, creating a considerably wide impact.

Now, let alone students from the School of Humanities, not many people on the official university forums dared to mock Han Lie anymore.

They simply couldn’t find anything more to criticize.

Instead, waves of admirers kept emerging. Apparently, the campus belle of their university had even made a veiled "confession" on the forum.

Yesterday, while they were eating hotpot, Little Zhang kept urging Han Lie, insisting that after the competition, he absolutely had to visit the main campus to give a presentation and hold a finance seminar.

Get this! They weren’t even calling it a lecture on stock trading, but directly branding it a "finance seminar"!

Actually, Little Zhang’s real intention was for Han Lie to give the talk the following week. The finals would end in mid-January, by which time the school would be on holiday. If he waited until the next semester, the hype wouldn’t be the same.

But Han Lie hadn’t agreed yet; he was still considering it.

If I really hold a series of talks, I can’t just visit one institution. Almost half the universities in Magic Capital have extended invitations. Wouldn’t visiting only my own university offend the others?

But if I visit all of them, there won’t be enough time.

With so many girls waiting to flirt, and a pile of company matters to deal with, where would I find the leisure to give presentations to a bunch of finance guys?

He also needed to find time to talk with the brokerage firm.

Which firm to open an account with, whose PB System to use, how to negotiate the fees—these were all things Han Lie had to handle personally.

Moreover, he had to start managing relationships with banks, funds, and trusts.

I don’t need them now, but they’ll be very useful later—attending private banking client sharing sessions at China Merchants Bank, Minsheng Bank, and SPD Bank is a must! One particular major bank, however, I’m definitely not going to. For some reason, the beautiful women at that particular major bank are always so difficult; their service attitude is terrible.

Cough, cough. I’m referring to *regular* service, of course... ha.

The dinner party ended smoothly. Minister Han showed no mercy to the fairer sex, drinking six or seven of them under the table. Ruthless.

The girls were still somewhat shy; regardless of whether they were genuinely drunk or just pretending, none of them had the audacity to suggest Han Lie book a room and stay upstairs.

Truth be told, I was a little hopeful, Han Lie thought.

They ate from 6:00 p.m. until after 8:00 p.m., and the stage area wasn’t wasted; from time to time, someone would go up to perform.

Han Lie spent a couple of minutes at each table, managing to get fairly acquainted with his subordinates.

Then he continued to delegate, passing on the responsibility of arranging the program to Yin Qin, Liu Chu, Qu Pingting, and the others.

Wow, Liu Chu was thrilled...

But the naive girl celebrated too soon; this group of proud and formidable individuals basically only listened to Han Lie.

Especially after Liang Wu deliberately revealed that the meal cost 4,888 yuan, the wine and champagne 5,000 yuan, and the total expenditure exceeded 100,000 yuan, their fervor for Han Lie intensified.

It wasn’t that they were scheming how to get closer to Han Lie; few could maintain that kind of ambition in the presence of Xi Luting, Liang Wu, and the others.

They were all beautiful girls; who among them would be foolish?

The main reason was their perception of Han Lie as capable and generous. A little help from him could significantly improve their lives, so it wasn’t worth focusing their energy on others at this time.

Moreover, with Han Lie setting such a high standard, their expectations for other men inevitably rose. Ordinary guys fawning over them would find it incredibly difficult to gain their attention.

So, it was said Han Lie wasn’t playing by mortal rules.

Setting the bar so high right from the start—it was practically a sin!

The male students of the School of Humanities were already struggling, and it was only going to get tougher. When will this ever end...

A little after 8:00 p.m., the party dispersed. Unable to hail enough cars at once, the large group decided to walk back together, their voices carrying in the night.

The sight of them walking along the road shocked numerous passersby.

Before the next day even arrived, news had already surfaced on the university forum—

"Stock God Han Lie Leads Team Training, Surrounded by Beauties—This Is How a Man Should Be!"

Winter nights fell early. In fact, not many clear faces were captured in the photos. But as fate would have it, under the streetlights, Xi Luting, Liang Wu, Zhang Tian, and Wang Tianqing all appeared ethereal.

Han Lie, lagging behind with Shunzi, Liu Chu, and others, also managed to avoid having his face clearly captured.

However, as Chen Yanfei browsed the posts, she immediately recognized that damned man.

Her heart ached with frustration...

I was still hesitating about whether to go tomorrow, but what’s there to hesitate about now?

Go!

Not only will I go, but I’ll go with great fanfare!

That dog of a man is living too comfortably. If I don’t put some pressure on him, my previous declaration will just become a joke.

Chen Yanfei certainly didn’t consider him irreplaceable.

But the problem is... I was clearly here first! Why should I be the one to back down?!

Angrily, she fell asleep. Before drifting off, she set her alarm for 6:30 a.m.