The university town was just beginning to develop, with many shops still vacant. I walked around in the biting cold wind and found the most cost-effective shop available.
After curling up outside for a night, the next day, I waited at the north gate of Aldoria University, finally spotting Professor Lewis.
In my previous life, she was one of my regular customers. Despite being the dean, she was kind and approachable, and we would occasionally chat.
When she learned about my interest in management, she even privately invited me to audit her class.
I attended once, wearing a mask and sitting in the back row, trying to understand the complex concepts that felt like foreign languages.
But I never returned.
It wasn't that I didn't like it; I was just afraid my daughter would see me and bring unnecessary trouble.
This time, I approached Professor Lewis to ask for my first loan.
She looked at me with confusion, saying, "We don't know each other. Why would I lend money to a stranger?"
I replied sincerely, "Because I've heard students say you're a good person."