Rui Chenqi held her phone, and there was a bank notification of a payment received.

"Xiaoqi, how much?"

"Mine hasn’t arrived yet."

Upon hearing this, the other roommates immediately asked.

"Four hundred bucks," Rui Chenqi said with a cheeky grin.

It’s not a lot of money, but in just three days, she managed to sell forty bottles of Celestial Fortune Shampoo, which is quite impressive.

On average, that’s over a hundred bucks a day.

Many people working full-time earn just over three thousand a month, which is a hundred bucks a day.

The key is that Rui Chenqi is quite lazy; she mostly promotes online, so she doesn’t feel much effort.

"Four hundred plus, not bad; I estimate I have over four hundred too," Zhang Xiaoyue said with a smile.

She also casually recommended it to her family and friends in her spare time, earning these commissions.

They know the shampoo’s effectiveness, so when they mention it, the family definitely tries to buy it.

Qin Yun didn’t impose any restrictions on this.

In other words, just by becoming an agent for Celestial Fortune Shampoo, it’s like giving away these earnings.

Qin Yun doesn’t care much about this money; they’re all classmates, so a little help is no big deal.

Plus, it’s beneficial for him too; if he doesn’t choose these agents, their families might not even hear about it.

Even if informed, other relatives and friends might not pass it on.

It’s a mutually beneficial thing.

Of course, Qin Yun’s classmates clearly enjoy a significant advantage.

Jiang Yi looked at the happy Rui Chenqi, showing a bit of surprise in her eyes.

In just a few days, Rui Chenqi earned a four hundred yuan commission?

She never saw Rui Chenqi go out, only eating in the dorm, yet she doesn’t gain weight—such a physique she envies immensely.

"Ding!" "Ding!"

Just then, the phones of Zhang Xiaoyue, Lin Mengmeng, and others chimed.

"My commission just came in too, four hundred twenty bucks."

"Same here, five hundred one."

The roommates were delighted, eagerly checking the messages on their phones.

They looked at each other’s phones, and Zhang Xiaoyue curiously asked, "Zhao Qing, how much did you get?"

Everyone else had shared except Zhao Qing.

Zhao Qing’s eyes twinkled, saying, "I’ll show you, but don’t get jealous and crazy about me, okay?"

"Go to hell!"

"I’m not even into girls, why would I be crazy about you?"

Hearing that, Zhang Xiaoyue and the others burst into laughter, filling the dorm with joy.

Then they saw Zhao Qing’s payment notification and their faces were filled with astonishment.

"Two thousand one hundred yuan!"

"Qing, you actually sold so much Celestial Fortune Shampoo!"

"In just three days!"

Zhang Xiaoyue and the others exclaimed, their eyes full of disbelief.

In just three days, Zhao Qing earned two thousand one hundred yuan from selling shampoo, averaging seven hundred a day!

That exceeds most people’s monthly wages!

Given the ten yuan commission per bottle, Zhao Qing sold over two hundred bottles!

"Four hundred yuan? Five hundred yuan?"

Jiang Yi was initially surprised, seeing that not just Rui Chenqi, but others also had such commissions.

Realistically, this sum of money is quite a lot.

Then, hearing Zhao Qing’s commission, her face showed a hint of daze.

"Two thousand one hundred yuan?"

Her family situation is average, with a monthly allowance of only two thousand, yet Zhao Qing earned this just by selling shampoo in three days?

For a moment, Jiang Yi didn’t know how to feel.

Helping Celestial Fortune sell shampoo seemed low-level to her; her roommates were willing to try, but she wasn’t.

But now, everyone was seeing results, and she had nothing.

"Should I give it a try?" Jiang Yi couldn’t help thinking.

But having initially refused and now wanting to start, what would others think?

She bit her lip, looking at the class group chat where everyone was discussing the commissions.

"Haha, my commission came in."

"Mine too, a solid three hundred bucks, no skin worries now."

"Only three hundred? Your skills are lacking, my commission is seven hundred!"

"Wow, seven hundred! How many relatives and friends do you have?"

"Damn, I’m the lowest, not even two hundred. I’m going to promote elsewhere; no way am I trailing behind in three days."

"Oh my God, Zhao Qing got a commission of over two thousand! Sugar mummy, please take care of me."

...

The chat was buzzing with excitement.

College students haven’t entered the workforce yet; most depend on family support, and most families are modest, so living expenses are tight.

Earning a few hundred suddenly improves their lives significantly.

Don’t underestimate this; four hundred yuan can treat the whole dorm to hot pot two or three times off-campus.

Some students also sighed about Qin Yun.

"It’s great to have someone outstanding in the class."

"Yes, Qin Yun makes big money, and we get to sip a bit of the soup."

Many were thankful to Qin Yun.

Qin Yun had earned big money before, gaining much admiration from the class, though there was also jealousy and dislike.

After all, Qin Yun’s wealth had nothing to do with them, offering them no benefits.

Most people harbor some jealousy.

But now, many people’s attitudes changed; these were tangible benefits.

They struggled with part-time jobs, earning only a few hundred a month.

But now they easily earn by selling shampoo, and in just a few days.

They could continue selling, earning money with each sale.

Some on WeChat do act as micro-merchants, selling items, but commissions are low, and effects average, offering little appeal or impulse for purchase.

But they know the effectiveness of Celestial Fortune Shampoo, having used it for two weeks themselves with great results.

The effectiveness gives them selling credibility, as they are living examples.

In the whole school, only their class and some underprivileged students at Jiangyuan University are selling it, giving them a sense of superiority.

The commissions they earned were shared online, sparking envy among many.

"Oh my gosh, such high commissions. Way better than my part-time job."

"Is Senior Qin Yun still accepting agents?"

"Same question."

"Sigh, in the same year as Qin Yun, I almost chose business management when applying."

Everyone kept talking, and the underlying sentiment was clear: envy and jealousy.