Han Wenxing was selling so hard, his laughter truly grounded and down-to-earth, barely resembling the high-achieving Chinese literature student he once had been.
Seeing him come to the door without even a box of milk, just waltzing in with a bunch of vouchers and membership cards, He Qing really didn't know whether to praise his thick skin as an older classmate or to applaud his business savvy.
Even Professor Lin was taken aback.
Throughout his teaching career, there had always been students who brought gifts for the holidays. Those who made it big wouldn't lack for anything, from tobacco and liquor to tea. There were others getting by on their own, bringing local specialties like cured meat, smoked fish, and wild greens, but no matter what it was, even if it was just a box of milk, it signified a gesture of goodwill. As a teacher, when students came to visit, it was certainly a form of affirmation for Professor Lin, and naturally, he was happy.
