GBP Chapter 318 Propaganda
Chapter 318 Propaganda
Inside the base.
Song Huan swallowed the fried rice in her mouth.
He didn't take Xia Rou's insults to heart.
He was thinking about something else.
Lin Yue's fingers were still resting on his temples, gently massaging them.
Her voice came down from above, very softly.
"If there's anything you need, you can tell me. Even though I don't understand, I can listen to you."
Song Huan was taken aback. "How did you know I was thinking about something?"
"Because your eyebrows furrowed again just now."
Her tone was very serious, as if she were stating something very certain.
Song Huan's heart softened instantly.
This girl will notice if you frown slightly.
She'll conjure up a bowl of fried rice when you're hungry.
She'll reach out her hand when you're tired, her fingertips warm and tinged with the sweetness of milk tea.
She doesn't understand code, business models, or inter-school collaborations and provincial-level research projects.
But she understands you.
She's like a lake; whatever you throw into it, she catches it.
If you don't throw it away, it will quietly reflect your shadow.
Song Huan lowered her head, took a bite of fried rice, chewed it, and swallowed it.
"I'm thinking about how to promote it. Once the platform goes live, I want all the students in the school to know about it."
Lin Yue's fingers paused on his temple for a moment, then she thought for a second, "Should we go to the Youth League Committee or the Student Union?"
Song Huan turned her head to the side. "The Youth League Committee/Student Union? Why?"
"Next Monday, the Youth League Committee and Student Union will be organizing a school-wide club recruitment event. A row of tents will be set up along the edge of the playground, and all the clubs will be setting up booths there. If you can contact them, you might be able to set up a booth there."
Song Huan thought for a moment.
Club recruitment drives attract students from all over the school, making it the busiest day of the year.
It's definitely better than fighting alone.
Do you know anyone?
Lin Yue's eyes lit up; he approved of her idea.
"I know him."
"Who?"
"The student council president. He's the one who helped me find that part-time job at the cafeteria this morning."
Looking at the bowl of fried rice in front of her, the rice grains were clearly distinct and the color of soy sauce, but Song Huan suddenly felt no appetite.
……
The next afternoon, Song Huan took Lin Yue to the student council office.
The office is on the second floor of the university student activity center, at the end of the corridor.
The door wasn't closed, and the sound of several people talking could be heard from inside.
Song Huan knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Push open the door.
The office contained several long tables pushed together, and the walls were covered with activity schedules and duty rosters.
Several students were organizing materials. Someone looked up at them, then looked down again.
Behind the table by the window sat a boy.
He was very tall with broad shoulders, and he was wearing a navy blue suit with the zipper pulled up to his chest.
She has good facial features, with thick eyebrows, a straight nose, and a well-defined jawline. She's the kind of person who would stand out in a crowd and get noticed.
Pei Ran.
Student council president, third-year student.
His eyes lit up when he saw Lin Yue.
Then he saw Lin Yue's hand casually linked with Song Huan's arm.
She wrapped her arms around his and pressed herself against him naturally.
Pei Ran's eyes darkened for a moment, then he looked at Song Huan with hostility.
Who is this person?
Song Huan walked in with a smile on her face. "President Pei, hello. I'm Song Huan, a freshman in the Computer Science Department."
Pei Ran looked at him.
His gaze moved from their faces to their shoulders, and then from their shoulders to their arms linked together.
He didn't stand up, but leaned back in his chair. "What is it?"
Song Huan sat down in the chair opposite the table.
Lin Yue released his arm and stood beside him.
He briefly explained the situation with the food delivery platform.
This is a key project supported by the university and will be launched next week. We hope to use a location for promotion on the day of club recruitment.
Pei Ran did not speak immediately after hearing this.
He leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers twice on the table.
[Borrowing the venue? You think you can just lend it to us like that? Club recruitment is an event organized by the Youth League Committee; all the locations are pre-assigned. What right do you, a startup project, have to interfere? And what right do you have to be with her?!]
"Student Song."
Pei Ran spoke up, his tone neither warm nor cold, "The student union doesn't work for free. Club recruitment is an activity of the Youth League Committee, which uses school resources. If you want to promote, you have to pay sponsorship fees. You can't just use school resources to promote your own projects for nothing."
Lin Yue opened her mouth as if to say something.
Song Huan gently tugged at her sleeve, and she closed her eyes.
Song Huan leaned back in her chair, her smile turning into a slightly embarrassed, bitter smile.
"President Pei is right, the sponsorship fee is appropriate." He paused for a moment, "However, the situation of this project is a bit special."
Pei Ran looked at him.
"This project was personally approved by Principal Chen Xiuyuan. It received key support from the school, and he also signed off on the poverty alleviation program."
Song Huan spoke calmly and deliberately, "Principal Chen means that this project should not only develop a business model, but also generate social benefits. Work-study programs for impoverished students, provincial-level outstanding entrepreneurial cases, and media publicity are all key performance indicators for the school this year."
He paused for a moment, then said, "President Pei, on the day of the club's recruitment, if we can set up our booth, when the media comes to take pictures, the images will not only show the club, but also the school's achievements in supporting entrepreneurship and cases of helping impoverished students. The Youth League Committee will also have something to write in their year-end summary."
Pei Ran's fingers paused for a moment.
Song Huan leaned forward slightly. "I can pay the sponsorship fee. But this money goes into the project's operating costs, and every expense has to be reported to the school. When the invoice is issued, it will say 'Student Union Sponsorship Fee,' and if the finance department asks, President Pei might have to write an explanation."
Pei Ran fell silent, and the office quieted down.
Song Huan leaned back in her chair.
After waiting a while, he spoke, his tone very soft, as if he were talking to himself.
"Actually, there's another way. I'll talk to Principal Chen and ask him to put in a good word with the Youth League Committee. It'll just be an extra step and a bit more troublesome."
Pei Ran's Adam's apple bobbed.
He looked at Song Huan.
She glanced at Lin Yue again; she was still standing next to Song Huan, her hands folded in front of her, behaving obediently.
[Chen Xiuyuan? This kid actually knows Chen Xiuyuan? If Principal Chen really goes to talk to the Youth League Committee, they'll definitely comply. Then I, as the student council president, will be caught in the middle.]
Pei Ran took a deep breath.
"No need to trouble Principal Chen. On the day of the club recruitment, you can set up a booth at the entrance, and I'll have the External Relations Department make room for you."
Song Huan stood up and extended her hand.
"Thank you, Chairman Pei."
Pei Ran symbolically shook his hand.
……
Stepping out of the office, the corridor was quiet.
After walking for a while, Lin Yue suddenly spoke.
"Were you just lying to him?"
Song Huan didn't say anything.
"What do you mean you said you greeted Principal Chen? You didn't even tell Principal Chen."
Song Huan remained silent.
Lin Yue walked beside him, tilting her head to look at him, her eyes bright.
"How come you're so good with words?"
Song Huan finally spoke, "It's alright."
Lin Yue smiled, her eyes crinkling with laughter.
"President Pei is usually not afraid of anyone in the student council, but when you mentioned Principal Chen just now, his face turned pale."
She chattered on and on.
Song Huan walked beside her, listening.