Siheyuan: If you ruin the reputation of the whole courtyard, I will move out

Zhang Yu took the initiative to greet her, but Wu Fei ignored him and ran in the opposite direction with her braids swinging like a tail.

Zhang Yu didn't want to bother others, so he continued his morning exercise alone. However, as the community was not big, their route seemed to be a repetitive circle, and they soon met again.

At the moment they passed each other, Zhang Yu could still hear Wu Fei's humming sound coming from behind him.

He shook his head and smiled, deciding to ignore it. But it was not until the second encounter that Wu Fei suddenly stopped.

"Are you following me?" Wu Fei stood in front of Zhang Yu and questioned.

"We all run here. The community is so small that it's normal to meet each other," Zhang Yu explained patiently.

"You are not allowed to run with me!" she said unreasonably.

"This road is not yours. What does it have to do with you how I want to go?" Zhang Yu was unwilling to pay attention to Wu Fei. He strode past her and continued to run forward.

Wu Fei had never been treated like this before. He was a little annoyed for a moment and tried to catch up and argue.

However, Zhang Yu's speed increased, and Wu Fei could not catch up with him no matter how hard he tried. Instead, the distance between them became larger and larger.

"Ah!" Wu Fei suddenly screamed and fell heavily on the road.

Looking back, Zhang Yu heard the noise and saw Wu Fei falling on the wide street, probably because of a leg cramp, sweating in pain. Although he was hesitant at first, he finally couldn't help but turn back because they were both Chinese.

"Are you okay?" he asked with concern.

"I can do it myself, don't bother me." Wu Fei said in a stiff voice, holding his right leg tightly.

Wu Fei sat on the ground, his right leg trembling constantly. The pain made sweat drip down his forehead, but he refused to accept Zhang Yu's help.

Zhang Yu half-knelt, looked at her and said, "Your leg cramps are caused by excessive exercise, which is not something that can be easily treated."

Wu Fei gritted his teeth and said, "Even if I'm beaten to death, I don't need your help."

Zhang Yu raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Sitting on the road, there will be cars coming and going soon. Do you want to be hit by a car or hinder traffic?"

Wu Fei looked around at the empty and deserted streets, feeling helpless.

Seeing that Wu Fei seemed to be wavering, Zhang Yu stopped talking nonsense and directly helped her straighten her right leg. "Hiss!" She couldn't help but cry out in pain. Although she still resisted, she no longer refused help.

After straightening her ankle, Zhang Yu used the unique Bajiquan technique to gently pinch the calf muscles to relieve the pain. This technique is particularly helpful for the recovery of injuries. At first, Wu Fei's muscles were still a little stiff, but after a while, she gradually felt comfortable and her right leg began to relax a lot.

Zhang Yu's fingers were like magic, and Wu Fei couldn't help but let out a soft sound while caressing her. It was indeed too comfortable, and even though she felt shy, she couldn't help herself.

Hearing Wu Fei's low moan, even Zhang Yu's voice sounded strange, and an intimate and unconscious atmosphere followed.

After more than ten minutes, Zhang Yu judged that Wu Fei was no longer in danger and let go of her legs. However, Wu Fei was still reluctant to let go.

"Try to get up and walk," he said to her.

Wu Fei stood up with a slightly red face. He indeed felt that his right leg was no longer painful. He took two cautious steps and then felt much more natural.

"There's nothing wrong with your legs, but it's best to avoid running in the future. Walk back slowly and rest for a while." After giving a few reminders, Zhang Yu turned around and left.

Wu Fei whispered a thank you, but she wasn't sure if he heard it. In fact, Zhang Yu had already heard it, but he didn't turn around, just raised his right hand to say goodbye.

Wu Fei watched him leave and his opinion of him changed a little.

The little incident in the morning quickly faded in Zhang Yu's mind. After washing up, he prepared his books for class, not wanting to be late on the first day.

After everything was ready, Zhang Yu went downstairs to get a glass of milk and had it with the bread he bought at the supermarket yesterday for breakfast.

At this time, Wu Fei walked into the kitchen and saw him. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to say hello. "Thank you so much for what you did just now."

After taking a sip of milk, Zhang Yu replied gently: "It's nothing. We are all international students in a foreign country. It's common to help each other."

Seeing that he was busy with the bread, Wu Fei suggested, "I want to make fried eggs. How about I make one for you, too?"

"You're welcome. I've almost finished eating." Zhang Yu drank up the milk, washed the cup, and put the remaining bread into the cupboard.

After that, he picked up his backpack and went out, leaving from the kitchen door to his bicycle. He passed the garden, rode the newly bought bicycle, and headed to school.

Wu Fei watched Zhang Yu leave, with mixed emotions in his heart.

It only takes about ten minutes to get to the school. When I walked into the classroom, several students were already in place, chatting in groups of three or five. Most of the students here are white, and Zhang Yu is the only person of color among them.

He found a seat in the back row and took out his laptop. This was a device he brought from China, and the initial purchase cost him nearly 10,000 yuan, but now the configuration seems outdated. His major is computer science and technology, and it is difficult to carry out his studies without a computer.

As time went by, more and more students poured into the classroom. Stanford's academic atmosphere was free and open, and roll call was usually not necessary. Moreover, Zhang Yu was studying for a graduate program, so the weekly classes were not frequent.

Although there are fewer classes, it does not mean that the study is easy. His graduate tutor has extremely high requirements for students. There will be a lot of homework after class, and there are also paper writing tasks every week. Even the score of each paper will directly affect the accumulation of credits. Every semester, the school will only reward the best students and issue scholarships.

There were not many students in this master's class, all of whom were Stanford elites, so it was not easy to get the top spot. Before lunch, he had to rush to Li Ji Sichuan Restaurant.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Li Mingan was already waiting there, leading Zhang Yu into the kitchen and introducing each of his colleagues one by one. There are six Chinese chefs in Li's kitchen, and after Chef Qian left, they are all vying for the position of chief chef.

Zhang Yu's sudden intervention might have caused public outrage, but he was smart and made clear his identity from the beginning - a graduate student at Stanford who came to the restaurant only to earn a living. Hearing this, the chefs immediately realized that Zhang Yu had no hope of competing with them, and would not stay after finishing his studies.

No matter how high one's status in the chef circle is, it is still impossible to reach the level of a Stanford graduate student. In addition, the boss Li Mingan also told the chefs: If they can steal Zhang Yu's skills, they will be promoted to the chief chef. As a result, the old chefs in the kitchen were very enthusiastic about Zhang Yu and actively cooperated with him.

It is not easy to learn Zhang Yu's cooking skills. Sichuan cuisine emphasizes unique flavoring, and almost every chef has his own secret seasoning. As for cooking secrets, Zhang Yu has no shortcuts. The sauces he uses are all unique secret recipes that he has carefully developed and are difficult for others to imitate.

Even though Li Mingan was willing to pay money in exchange for Zhang Yu's formula, Zhang Yu refused. Day after day, Zhang Yu gradually got used to working and studying at the same time. His attribute points, which were twice those of ordinary humans, made him tired but not collapse.

Academically, with Su Mingzhe's memory at the bottom, Zhang Yu's grades are always among the best. The tutor has high expectations for him, but is critical of Zhang Yu's distraction from working part-time, and even offers to help him apply for a student loan to ease the financial pressure. After careful consideration, Zhang Yu rejected his kindness.

The repayment period for student loans is long, and some people have worked hard for many years and are still paying off their loans. The high interest rates are really daunting. Zhang Yu has a job and although his income is hard, it is enough to support his physical needs.

In terms of restaurant management, Li Ji Sichuan Restaurant became increasingly prosperous with his help. Although Zhang Yu did not reveal his exclusive secret recipe to Li Ming'an, his dedication and enthusiasm for every dish made the restaurant receive rave reviews and was even praised by well-known food media. Li Ming'an increased Zhang Yu's salary by $500 for this.

Regarding the host family, his relationship with Wu Fei has obviously eased. After all, they share the same roots. Zhang Yu cooked a few hometown dishes, which made Wu Fei praise him greatly, and even Susan gave him a thumbs up. Park Seung-gi's withdrawn personality made him keep a distance from others. Regarding the door lock, Hu Dawei has informed Susan, and Susan has tried to communicate with Park Seung-gi, but he denied it. In the end, there was no solid evidence and no further solution could be made.

In recent months, Park Seung-ki has behaved well and has not caused any trouble, so Zhang Yu did not pursue the matter. As the Christmas holiday is approaching, Zhang Yu decided to return to China for a visit, but he did not tell his family about his trip plan.

Airline tickets are expensive, even the lowest class ticket costs nearly two thousand dollars. Su Daqiang and Zhao Meilan know the value of money and will definitely oppose their son's return home.

Since starting to work, Zhang Yu has been remitting US$1,500 to his parents every month, and uses the rest for himself.

Zhao Meilan often proudly showed off Zhang Yu's abilities to her relatives and friends, praising him for his quick achievements in America and his ability to make money.

Before the holiday began, Zhang Yu went to Li's store to ask Li Ming'an for leave. Li Ming'an originally planned not to agree, but Zhang Yu's firm attitude made it inconvenient for Li Ming'an to keep him.

Zhang Yu left some homemade sauces for Li Ming'an, enough to last for a month.

Wu Fei did not go back to his hometown to celebrate the Spring Festival last year, so he decided to return home this year. He bought the same flight ticket with Zhang Yu and planned to travel together.

When returning to China, Zhang Yu planned to bring some gifts for his family, so he planned to buy them in a department store in San Francisco. He happened to meet Wu Fei who also wanted to go shopping, so the two agreed to go together, and Wu Fei acted as his shopping consultant.

After arriving at the mall, the two of them walked through the counters like lovers, but their feelings were only at the level of friendship and not lovers.

"Jack, look at this wallet. It will definitely suit your sister. It's on sale now. It's really a good deal." Wu Fei waved to Zhang Yu in front of the counter.

Zhang Yu walked to the side and looked at the Ach ladies' handbag in Wu Fei's hand. "I've seen this wallet at a domestic counter before. The price was over ten thousand. Now it's only around five thousand dollars because of the promotion. It's quite a bargain." Wu Fei explained excitedly.

At this time, a new way to make money emerged in Zhang Yu's mind.

Ach is an American brand originated in the 1940s. It is committed to creating a high-end image and its products are loved by the global market. After the reform and opening up in China, people's living standards have improved and they have begun to seek spiritual consumption. Many people pursue the pursuit of famous brands, like Wu Fei.

Wu Fei's family is well-off. Both of her parents are employees of state-owned enterprises in Shanghai. They have a high annual income and can afford to send their daughter to study abroad. Wu Fei has never been troubled by money since she was young. She has devoted herself to her studies and was sent to Stanford University after graduating from high school without having to take on a part-time job.

Women always love to buy things, but Wu Fei understands that family finances are not easy, knows how to be frugal, and does not have the habit of spending lavishly. Domestic luxury goods are much more expensive than overseas due to high tariffs.

Therefore, Zhang Yu's strategy to make money was to act as an agent for imported goods. The agent business for overseas students was booming, and Wu Fei would sometimes go back to China to buy luxury goods for his own use and earn some living expenses. However, in this era, customs supervision was strict, and smuggling was risky, so one had to be careful to avoid inspection and pay back taxes.

However, Zhang Yu has the special advantage of the mysterious space. "Wu Fei, do you know which luxury brands have a big price gap between foreign countries and domestic markets?" he asked.

Wu Fei knew Zhang Yu's intention immediately and replied, "You know, many high-end bags are half the price when they are discounted abroad. For example, Ach's bags are sold for tens of thousands of RMB in China, but they can be bought for a few thousand dollars overseas, which is quite affordable."

"I have several classmates who want me to bring cosmetics and bags for them, but the amount they can bring back to China is limited." Zhang Yu smiled and said, "I have a way to send the items back to China. Can you help me sell them? How about we split the profits?"

Hearing this, Wu Fei's eyes lit up and he looked at him with some doubt: "Can you really do it?"

Zhang Yu replied, "I have a relative who works in customs." Although this was a lie, he expected Wu Fei to trust it.

Wu Fei did not doubt it too much: "Ach's bags have a big price difference between China and abroad, so they have no worries about sales. The same is true for Estée Lauder cosmetics. Although they are not particularly expensive abroad, they are extremely expensive in China."

Inspired by this, Zhang Yu gradually devoted himself to the cooperation plan, and together with Wu Fei, he searched for products with the largest price difference and the greatest market demand, in preparation for the upcoming sales journey.

"You can take note of these products and try to contact your classmates in China to see if they have any demand. If so, we can give them a preferential price and take this opportunity to make a profit from the difference." Zhang Yu gave his advice.

Wu Fei's eyes lit up, and he immediately took out a pen and a notepad from his bag, wrote down the products he was interested in, and decided to go back and compare the prices in China, and then tell his friends the prices so they could buy them.

After walking around the mall, they picked out some high-end brand products and returned to their starting point with great enthusiasm, eager to verify price information.

The fact surprised both Wu Fei and Zhang Yu: many domestic brands are priced too high, with the price difference even reaching more than double. Especially for top brands, the higher the price, the greater the profit margin. For Zhang Yu, this is an obvious business opportunity.

Even if Zhang Yu raised the price of each item by 20%, there would still be enough profit to be made, which was much more relaxing than working in a restaurant.

But the main difficulties now are funding and sales. Wu Fei contacted his classmates, and they all expressed their willingness to buy the goods on behalf of others, but with only a few people, Zhang Yu did not make much money and could not even afford the round-trip air ticket.

"You can tell your classmates to ask them to ask people around them if they are interested in buying it. I will provide a certain rebate as a thank you." Zhang Yu suggested after thinking it over.

Wu Fei tried to ask other students tentatively, but they all held a conservative attitude, as if they were worried about being defrauded and afraid of buying counterfeit goods.

To dispel their concerns, Zhang Yu reassured them: "We will issue an official invoice from the shopping mall, keep the packaging intact, and let them verify the authenticity at the counter. Once it is confirmed to be a fake, we will double the compensation."

After leaving messages, several classmates soon expressed their interest in buying it and agreed to try asking people around them.

Soon, Wu Fei made a shopping list.

Zhang Yu looked at it carefully for a while, but he felt troubled because he had limited funds. Even cheap luxury goods were not affordable for ordinary families.

The total amount of US dollars he had was just over 40,000, which included the living expenses his parents gave him every month.

"You can ask your classmates again. If someone is serious about buying, you can collect 30% of the total price from them in advance. But this advance payment can be handled by your classmates themselves." Zhang Yu decided to do this after repeated consideration.

Wu Fei nodded in acceptance and began to send messages to his friends seeking ways to make advance payments. Soon, messages came in asking about transfer methods.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yu provided them with an account he had in China, considering the inconvenience of direct transfer in the United States.

We plan to purchase on behalf of others in small quantities and multiple times, ensuring that the principal does not exceed RMB 40,000, in order to assess the feasibility of the market.

When the preparations were almost done, Zhang Yu and Wu Fei felt a little relieved. They decided to return to the shopping mall tomorrow and start a large-scale shopping spree.

Because Wu Fei wanted to use her computer to communicate with her classmates, Zhang Yu temporarily moved to her bedroom.

This was the first time Zhang Yu entered Wu Fei's bedroom. He was busy and didn't pay much attention. When he was free, he found that Wu Fei's room was filled with a pleasant fragrance. She was a flower lover and often placed flowers in the house, so the room was filled with fresh floral fragrance, which made people relax and happy.

At this moment, Wu Fei realized that the presence of the opposite sex had touched her private territory, and her cheeks turned slightly red. In fact, Wu Fei misunderstood Zhang Yu at first and had some aversion to him. However, after the morning jogging incident, her feelings towards Zhang Yu changed subtly.

After a few months of dating, Wu Fei realized the truth: she had wronged him. The friendship between the two became deeper and deeper.

In Wu Fei's mind, Zhang Yu is an outstanding person with excellent grades. It is rumored that he will win a full scholarship in the second half of the semester. At the same time, his cooking skills are also very good. When he first came to the United States, he had already found a job with a considerable income. Although being a chef is hard, it is indeed a high-paying position. Not all college graduates can earn $5,000 a month after graduation.