The Poor School Heartthrob Was Secretly a Financial Titan - Chapter 46
Han Xuetao realized he had miscalculated.
But he forgotâit’s 1996 now.
KFC has only been in China for a few years. The first store opened in Beijing in 1987, and this year, the 100th store nationwide was just completed. Compared to its peak of 10,000 stores, it’s a far cry from its current scale.
This one in Ninghai is the first one in the city.
When it opened, the Ninghai Express and Evening News both ran advertisements and made the news, saying it was a new era of opening up to the outside world and marked something. He was accompanying a patient at the Provincial People’s Hospital at the time, glanced at the newspaper, and didn’t pay any attention to it.
Now it’s all right.
He bought a hamburger and delivered it to the girls’ military training formation.
It would be hard not to cause a sensation.
The news spread that afternoon.
“Hey, did you hear? Someone bought KFC and delivered it to the military training formation!”
“Really? Which senior brother is so quick to make a move on a junior sister right after the start of the semester?”
“It wasn’t a senior student; he was wearing a military training uniform when he was escorted there. He was a freshman!”
“Holy crap! Are this year’s freshmen this amazing? Which department are they in?”
“The boys don’t know, but the girls are in the Department of Political Science and Public Administration.”
Li Man’s identity was easy to find out. At the time, only girls from their department were eating steamed buns on the playground, with dozens of eyes watching; it was hard not to know. But who the boy who delivered the KFC was, nobody could say for sure.
When a female student from the Department of Political Science asked Li Man a question, Li Man refused to answer.
All I know is that he’s a very handsome freshman, and he’s wearing a military training uniform; I know nothing else about him.
As soon as Han Xuetao returned to the dormitory, Yu Xin pounced on him.
“Brother Tao! Big news!” Yu Xin tugged at his arm, “Someone even more awesome than you has appeared!”
Han Xuetao glanced at him: “What?”
Yu Xin gestured excitedly: “A freshman bought KFC and delivered it to the girls’ section! Apparently, it moved the girl so much that she fainted and fell for him!”
Han Xuetao’s lips twitched.
Li Jing leaned closer: “KFC? That new store?”
“Yes! That’s the place!” Yu Xin slapped his thigh. “I heard it’s expensive, ten yuan for a hamburger! This guy’s really going all out to pick up girls!”
Ba Hui pushed open the door and came in from outside the dormitory: “I’ve found out!”
Several people turned to look at him.
Ba Hui said smugly, “It’s a girl from the Department of Political Science and Public Administration. I don’t know her name; the boys in her class won’t tell me. But the one who delivered KFCâ”
He paused, keeping everyone in suspense.
Yu Xin panicked: “Speak up! Which department’s bastards are you? Starting to snatch resources so early, you have no shame!”
Ba Hui held up three fingers: “There are three versions now.”
Which three?
Ba Hui counted on his fingers: “The first version is from the literature department. It’s said that a freshman in the literature department pursued a girl from the political science department from high school to college, and he waited for the day KFC opened so he could buy her this. You know, literature students, you know how Xiaobai is, right?”
Yu Xin nodded: “That makes sense. And then what?”
Ba Hui continued, “The second version is from the economics department. It says that the kid’s family is rich, he drives a Motorola Palmtop, so of course he’d go all out to woo a girl.”
The students in room 203 gasped in shock!
Using a Motorola Pocket Edition, that’s incredibly extravagant!
These mobile phones cost tens of thousands of yuan each, while they don’t even use pagers.
Li Jing frowned: “Economics Department? Who’s that?”
Ba Hui shrugged: “I don’t know, it’s just a rumor.”
He held up his third finger: “The third version is the most outrageousâit says that a senior from the Foreign Languages ââDepartment impersonated a freshman to sneak in and give it to us!”
Yu Xin was stunned: “Impersonating a freshman? Where did you get the military training uniform?”
Ba Hui shrugged: “I still have my old military training uniform. A lot of people say this senior is quick-witted and regrets throwing away his military training uniform too early.”
The group was having a heated discussion when Han Xuetao sat on the bed, his eyelids twitchingâthankfully, these bastards didn’t know it was him. Otherwise, he didn’t know how badly he would be slandered.
I just casually gave away a KFC.
Is it really necessary?
This matter spread like wildfire for several days, becoming the biggest news during this year’s freshmen military training.
On the day of the parade, the two formations passed each other again.
Han Xuetao glanced at the Political Science and Public Administration department’s group and saw Li Man standing inside, extremely tense. Her eyes were fixed straight ahead, not glancing in their direction, and she was like a nail.
The two girls next to her, however, kept glancing at him, seemingly unintentionally. One of them even poked Li Man with her hand, but Li Man turned her head away, pretending not to notice.
Within a minute, the two formations separated and went their separate ways.
I didn’t see him again for the next few days.
The last day of military training consisted of two events: target practice and an eight-kilometer cross-country run.
The different departments held their sessions at different times. The geology department had target practice in the morning and cross-country running in the afternoon.
The shooting range was located at the foot of the hill behind the school, with dozens of targets lined up in a row, and chest targets standing a hundred meters away. The boys were divided into several groups, taking turns lying prone to shoot. Each person fired five bullets, and a score of thirty rings was required to pass.
The requirements aren’t high, but less than half of them can score 30 rings.
To Han Xuetao’s great surprise, Chu Qiang had the worst grades.
Five bullets, not a single one hit the target. Five zeros on the score sheet, clearly visible there.
Everyone stared at the five zeros, exchanging bewildered glances. Chu Qiang usually looked at people with a piercing gaze, but it seemed he hadn’t meant to offend them; there was definitely something wrong with his eyes.
Even Zhou Xiaobai only got a 12-ring score â three shots missed the target, one shot hit the 8-ring, and one shot hit the 4-ring.
The best scorer was Yu Xin, who scored 38 rings.
This guy got cocky after the fight, his mouth never stopped, muttering in the team chat, “Thirty-eight, thirty-eight, I’m thirty-eight!”
Li Jing said, “What are you shouting about? What’s so special about being thirty-eight?”
Yu Xin glanced at him sideways: “How much?”
Li Jing remained silent.
It was Han Xuetao’s group’s turn to perform.
He lay down and took the gun.
The Type 56 semi-automatic has a familiar feel to it from the first use.
He was very familiar with this kind of gun.
I bought many batches of these rifles when I was in South America. Many people don’t know that the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle represented a peak in my country’s gun exports. In the 1960s, large quantities were provided to Vietnam as military aid, and some captured rifles were taken back to the United States by the US military, causing a surge in demand. In the 1980s, China introduced this rifle to the US civilian market, with cumulative exports exceeding one million units, reaching a peak of $70 per rifle.
Later, the US restricted imports, cutting off official channels, but smuggling continued unabated. The batch he acquired in South America came from the Mexican border.
The biggest advantage of this gun is its extremely low failure rate. Students using this thing for military training don’t need any professional maintenance at all. After firing it, they can just put it in storage and take it out again, and it will still be usable.
He lay there, holding his gun, aiming at the target a hundred meters away.
Too close.
He braced the butt of the rifle, adjusted his breathing, and pulled the trigger.
He fired four shots in one go, two rings and two nines, and the instructor next to him who was recording the scores glanced at him again.
Han Xuetao ignored him and fired the fifth shot, raising the muzzle slightly to aim at the outermost black edge.
Pull the trigger.
“Bang–“
One ring.
Total score: 39 rings.
The scorekeeper wrote down the numbers in the notebook, looked up at him, and gave him a slightly subtle look.
One ring.
This result is extremely rare. The Type 56 semi-automatic rifle is very stable, and the troops calibrated the rifles beforehand at a target distance of only 100 meters. As long as the students aimed at the bullseye, they could usually score three rings or more. Otherwise, their posture would be incorrect, causing them to miss the target completely, and they would almost never score a single ring.
The instructor looked at Han Xuetao thoughtfully.
Could this student have received real combat training?
Live-fire shooting uses a different scoring system. A single ring isn’t the lowest, but the highest accuracy. This is because in real combat, the target isn’t the center of the body, but rather the area between the eyebrows or the medulla oblongata. In military training, hitting a single ring might be jokingly referred to as “the master of outlining the human body.” However, in a military mission, if the requirement is to hit “target number one,” that means precisely eliminating the threat source.
Did this guy know what the first ring meant, and that’s why he glanced at it?
Han Xuetao stood up and handed the gun back.
Back in the team, Zhao Jiang came over and said, “Brother Tao, I thought you were going to break the record. What happened with the last shot?”
Han Xuetao glanced at him: “It was on purpose.” He gestured towards Yu Xin: “Someone’s being a busybody is annoying me, so I deliberately overtook him by one ring.”
Yu Xin said, “You’re just bragging! You almost missed the target because you were trembling, but you still managed to hit the bullseye by luck!”
Han Xuetao knew that Xiaobai was using his poem to subtly criticize him, so he laughed and said nothing.
Eight kilometers of cross-country running in the afternoon.
This was the last activity of the military training. The departments that had practiced target shooting in the morning gathered together, and the squads ran out one after another.
The formation was somewhat organized for the first kilometer, but it became chaotic as the runners progressed. The instructors weren’t as strict as before, only reminding us to be careful before heading to the timing point ahead to wait.
Students from several departments were mixed together, creating a chaotic mess.
Han Xuetao ran for a while and found that he didn’t recognize any of his classmates anymore; they were all from other departments. He didn’t mind, so he slowed down and ran at a leisurely pace.
He reached the first timing point, which was right at the edge of the woods. He even stopped, ate a piece of bread, and then continued running.
They hadn’t run far when a group of female students from the Department of Political Science and Public Administration appeared ahead.
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