Richest Rag-picker

Chapter 310: Chapter 308: Teaching Professor Wu

Upon seeing the man arrive, the girl named Wang Xue quickly ran over to him. She then pointed a finger at Fang Chenyi and exclaimed:

"It was that stinky scavenger! I just said a few words to him, and he had his little sister hit me."

Hearing her twist the truth so blatantly, Fang Chenyi rolled his eyes in annoyance.

The man in the suit followed his daughter’s finger and immediately saw Fang Chenyi shouldering a woven bag. His vision went dark, and a single thought flashed through his mind: ’Holy shit.’

’Normally, I would have definitely believed my daughter,’ he thought. ’But now? Not a chance. How could the esteemed chairman of a multi-billion-dollar corporation possibly lower himself to argue with a schoolgirl?’

Before his daughter could continue to tattle, the man in the suit cut her off with a stern rebuke:

"You, be quiet! Stop talking nonsense! How could Chairman Fang possibly lower himself to your level? Now go and apologize to him this instant!"

He already knew who Fang Chenyi was, having spoken with the employee who had accompanied the car.

Wang Xue, however, was stunned by her father’s words. She asked uncertainly:

"Dad, are you telling me to apologize to that scavenger??"

Hearing his daughter call the man a scavenger again, the man in the suit raised his hand as if to slap her, but ultimately couldn’t bring himself to do it.

"Stop your nonsense! That’s Chairman Fang, the owner of the Red Bull Group! What scavenger? The Red Bull you drink every day belongs to his company!"

After scolding his daughter, the man in the suit hurried over to Fang Chenyi, bowing deeply and apologizing profusely.

"I am so sorry, Chairman Fang. My daughter is young and foolish, I apologize for the trouble she’s caused! Rest assured, I will discipline her more strictly in the future."

Fang Chenyi looked at the man and shook his head with a sigh. He beckoned him closer, handed him the half-empty can of Red Bull, and said nonchalantly:

"Yes. ’Uncarved jade does not make a masterpiece.’ How you choose to discipline her is your family’s business; you don’t need to report to me. Here. This is what your daughter didn’t finish. Take it back and drink it. It may have been free, but being wasteful is never a good thing."

The man in the suit hastily took the can and shot his daughter a fierce glare. He then began bowing and scraping before Fang Chenyi, apologizing again and again, until Fang Chenyi gave a dismissive wave. Only then did the man hurry away, dragging his dumbfounded daughter with him.

The girl’s confused voice drifted back to Fang Chenyi’s ears from a distance. "Dad, did you just say that all this Red Bull belongs to that scavenger? How is that even possible?"

"Shut your mouth! Just you wait until we get home, I’ll give you a proper talking-to! Still calling him a scavenger? That man is what a truly rich person looks like—low-key and down-to-earth. From now on, you’d do well to learn from his example!"

This was all just a minor interlude. After the man and his daughter left, Fang Chenyi smiled at his sister again. "Go on, your sister-in-law is in the car. I’ll head over as soon as I finish filling this bag."

After that, he ignored his sister and went back to collecting recyclables.

A few moments later, feeling he had collected enough, Fang Chenyi walked back to the Hongqi sedan under the bewildered stares of the surrounding crowd.

Even as the Hongqi slowly pulled away, the crowd it left behind was still buzzing with chatter.

In the car, Wen Jinjin looked at her brother with curiosity and asked:

"Bro, was what they said just now true? You own Red Bull, too? How come you never told me??"

Bai Menghan, sitting next to her, was also puzzled. She glanced from Fang Jinjin to Fang Chenyi at the wheel and asked in confusion:

"What are you two talking about? What about Red Bull?"

Fang Chenyi chuckled from the driver’s seat and said to the two women in the back:

"Heh, a couple of hours ago, I heard the Red Bull Group was up for sale, so I had someone acquire it."

Hearing Fang Chenyi mention it with the same casual air as if he were buying a head of cabbage, both Bai Menghan and Wen Jinjin were rendered speechless.

...

After getting home, Fang Chenyi didn’t waste any time. He went straight to his study, opened his computer, and started working on the design for the cola packaging.

It had to be said that Fang Chenyi’s design skills were on another level. Ideas flowed endlessly, and in just over two hours, he had created five distinct designs for the cola, complete with 3D product renderings.

Once the designs were finished, Fang Chenyi sent them directly to Xia Huren.

When Xia Huren received the designs from Fang Chenyi, he didn’t have high hopes. ’Designs done this quickly are probably just a picture with some text slapped on,’ he figured.

But the moment he opened the files and saw the five 3D concepts, his eyes lit up.

The five designs each showcased the entire commercial park from a different perspective, five distinct scenes that were nonetheless intricately linked.

’Incredible!’ he thought. ’These designs are absolutely exquisite.’

It was no exaggeration to say that these five cola bottle designs gave Xia Huren an impression of pure class. He felt that with packaging like this, the product’s entire image was instantly elevated.

In Xia Huren’s opinion, with packaging this good, they could easily raise the price from 2.50 to 3.50 without any issue!

After carefully examining all five designs, he couldn’t help but marvel. A designer capable of creating something like this was undoubtedly one of the best in the world.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he forwarded the five designs to the factory and ordered them to begin overtime production immediately.

After sending the designs to Xia Huren, Fang Chenyi also discussed supply details with him, such as providing an order worth one hundred million yuan to Southern Airlines and setting aside another two hundred million yuan worth of product to be given away for free in his commercial district.

By the time they finished their conversation, it was already past nine o’clock at night.

After a glance at the time, Fang Chenyi gathered up a stack of selected blueprints, left his own villa, and walked over to Professor Wu’s.

When they saw the stack of blueprints Fang Chenyi was carrying, the eyes of both Professor Wu and his granddaughter lit up. After a brief examination, they were left sighing in amazement.

"Heh, Professor Wu," Fang Chenyi said with a modest laugh. "The spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak. I pulled an all-nighter and this is all I could come up with. Please, take a look and let me know if anything needs to be changed so I can get to work on the revisions."

Professor Wu responded with a wry smile. He took a small stack of blueprints that his granddaughter handed him and passed them to Fang Chenyi, still smiling wryly as he spoke:

"Sigh... I suppose I’m really getting old, haha. I also took a shot at designing the details for one of the buildings based on your master plan—coincidentally, the very same one you’ve drawn up here. But in so many aspects, I must admit, I am simply no match for you."

Fang Chenyi took the blueprints from Professor Wu and examined them closely. ’He really is one of Huaxia’s top designers,’ he thought. This design was an 80% match for the one he had brought with him.

The remaining 20% difference lay in its lack of coordination with the other towers. As had been previously discussed, the buildings were designed to mutually support one another during high winds, and it was clear Professor Wu’s design was lacking in this regard.

But ignoring that single point—in other words, if Fang Chenyi hadn’t produced his own version—the professor’s design would have been considered absolutely top-tier.

As Fang Chenyi was studying the blueprints, he heard Professor Wu speak again:

"Heh, how about this? I’ll leave the nine main towers to you. This old man will just focus on designing the satellite buildings."

Fang Chenyi smiled and nodded at his words, then began to thoroughly explain the details that the professor had overlooked.

As Fang Chenyi spoke, the white-haired Professor Wu listened like a grade schooler, pen and paper in hand, constantly jotting down notes.

Watching this from the side, Wu Xin was utterly dumbfounded. Her grandfather was always the one lecturing students; when had she ever seen him listen so intently to someone else? And to top it all off, the speaker was a young man only a few years older than she was.

PS: Hey everyone, to make it easier to read, Xiao Youzi combined two Chapters into this one.