“Youth Entrepreneurship Foundation?”
Su Wei looked utterly confused as she turned to Zhou Xi. Why had she been sent here?
“Yes. This fundraising event is held right at our school—I think it’s the perfect chance for you to step into the spotlight.”
“Fundraising… so it’s basically giving money away?”
Su Wei felt a pang of reluctance. Helping underprivileged kids? She wouldn’t hesitate—she’d even see it as virtuous. But donating freely to fund others’ startups? That stung a little.
“Oh my, turns out you’re quite the little money-lover,” Zhou Xi laughed, draping an arm around Su Wei’s shoulders. “If you’re hesitant, I’ll cover your share. Events like this are golden for visibility—you gain government goodwill and public reputation. Sure, the cash might seem wasted, but entrepreneurs who rise through this foundation will remember your support. Net gain, really.”
Su Wei wasn’t unreasonable. She nodded. “Alright. How much should I donate?”
“Simple: I’ll give fifty million, you add fifty million. Let’s donate one hundred million Zhou yuan.”
“That much?” Su Wei blinked in shock. She’d expected twenty or thirty million—not a full hundred million! In Zhou yuan!
“Go big or go home,” Zhou Xi said lightly.
“…Fine.”
Moments later, her phone buzzed: fifty million Zhou yuan received. She didn’t refuse. Expenses were piling up—Bilibili still bleeding red, the female-targeted app deep in development, staff numbers climbing daily. Next month’s payroll might hit tens of millions.
The event was held in Zhaoge Royal Academy’s grand auditorium. After stating her identity at the entrance, Su Wei slipped into an empty seat. Middle-aged men soon filed in—some chatting in small groups, others sitting stiffly—but all claimed seats in the first three rows. A few glanced her way; Su Wei’s beauty was impossible to ignore. Yet everyone assumed she was just another student.
Fifteen minutes later, the hall was packed. Besides Zhaoge-based entrepreneurs, many aspiring student founders had come to hear veterans speak.
Suddenly, chatter died down. A haughty young man strode in from the left, chin high. Nearly everyone rose and bowed slightly.
“Second Prince!”
He smiled, nodded, and gestured for them to sit. Watching the scene, Su Wei thought:
*So this is Zhou Xi’s second brother. Looks polished enough… but why’s he here?*
Mounting the stage, he addressed the crowd warmly: “Good afternoon. Thank you to all entrepreneurs and students for joining today. I am Zhou Shengde, honorary chairman of the Youth Entrepreneurship Foundation.”
Applause thundered. Girls clapped until their palms flushed red, eyes shimmering with admiration. Su Wei clapped half-heartedly, musing:
*Popular with the public… and definitely with the ladies.*
“Many of you, especially from Zhaoge Royal Academy, dream of building something great. Entrepreneurship is a rugged path. You may want to start—but lack direction or preparation. Our foundation offers not just funds, but guidance. Of course, as someone who’s never launched a business myself, I’ll leave the wisdom to our veterans! First, please welcome Wang Ji, CEO of Weitong Technology.”
“Thank you, Second Prince. Today’s topic: ‘Positioning’—not just for products, but how *you*, as an entrepreneur, position yourself…”
Bored, Su Wei scanned the room. This would drag on for hours. She had zero interest in victors’ polished tales—ninety-nine percent gloss over struggles, burying shame or failure. Empty words. Might as well scroll her phone.
"Second Prince Zhou Shengde is here too.”
“Why’s he here?”
“Oh! Right—he’s the foundation’s honorary chairman.”
“Weiwei, be careful. He’s cunning. Smiles to your face, stabs you behind your back. Nothing like the First Prince’s honesty.”
“You think I’m that easy to fool?”
“Hard to say. Still… don’t worry. He’s only honorary. The Grand Zhou Royal Bank controls the foundation—he wouldn’t dare tamper.”
“I see.”
After chatting with Zhou Xi and skimming news, Su Wei looked up—and froze. Everyone was staring at *her*. Especially the Second Prince on stage, smiling sweetly. A cold shiver ran down her spine.
“W-what’s… going on?”
Zhou Shengde chuckled, unruffled. “Earlier, I mentioned hearing Jiucang Group’s chairwoman was here. I was eager to meet the rising-star Chairwoman Su… never expected her hiding in the corner. Honestly? If not for Chairwoman Su’s striking beauty, I’d have missed you completely.”
Laughter rippled through the crowd. Flustered but composed, Su Wei smiled. “Well… isn’t that the spirit? *From the people, to the people.*”
“Hahahaha!”
The hall erupted. Zhou Shengde clapped warmly. “Chairwoman Su, so witty! As the youngest billionaire here—would you grace the stage and share your entrepreneurial journey?”
Reporters near the front and stairwell perked up instantly. They’d chased Su Wei for interviews for ages—all requests to Jiucang Group rejected. Today was their shot.
Su Wei rose with a calm smile. No prep? She hadn’t even listened to the speeches. But from her past life, she’d absorbed endless motivational quotes and business platitudes. Pluck a few—and she’d sail right through.
