I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"Seriously, I watched Dragon Ball again while I was in detention."

The skewers were served one after another.

Authentic charcoal grilling, not deep-frying.

Fu Zili chewed with gusto, the oil glistening in his mouth.

Life inside was peaceful, but there wasn't much to gain.

"Can you watch Dragon Ball in a detention center? Aren't they just broadcasting the news?"

"That was in the past. Isn't animation more effective than the evening news in cleansing the soul and turning people back from evil?"

Tie Jun was lost in thought, pondered for a moment, and felt that it was full of charm.

"After spending time in detention, Boss Fu's thinking has become more profound. He's got that Stephen Chow vibe now. He can even use the Three Hundred Tang Poems to subdue demons."

"hehe."

Fu Zili grinned, seemingly getting more and more excited, holding a large oil-edged bottle in one hand and a beer bottle in the other.

"What is the happiest thing in life? It might be the night sky, barbecue, wasabi squid, and chilled Jinlongquan spring water."

"The gates of Zhanghua Temple are beckoning to you."

“I will never become a monk in this lifetime. I have to continue my family line.”

"Entering the Buddhist order does not mean becoming childless. Many monks now have beautiful wives and concubines on both sides. I have seen it several times in the store."

“When you run a business, you’re bound to encounter monsters and ghosts.” Fu Zili laughed. “Temples are indeed a good business opportunity. When I have some free time, I can study them.”

"Don't bite off more than you can chew. Do you want to compete for the title of richest man in Shacheng?" Tie Jun joked.

"I dare not think about it."

Fu Zili immediately shook his head, "Isn't the richest man in Shacheng sitting right here?"

Boss Jiang was gnawing on a skewer of chicken feet, showing no airs of being the richest man, ignoring his childhood friend's flattery, and offering guidance to Tie Jun while eating.

"It's a little overcooked."

“I deliberately had them bake it this way, because Princess Qing loves it.”

"Junzi, this is your problem."

Fu Zili carefully crafted his tone, "Even though your wife isn't here, you need to be careful in the future. You're so concerned about Fang Qing, be careful your wife doesn't misunderstand."

"Am I not a man in your hearts?"

Fang Qing said calmly.

Jiang Chen and the other men burst into laughter, unable to contain their joy.

"Walking—"

"Teacher Min."

The unexpected phone call made Fang Qing put down her chopsticks.

"Fang Qing, I reported the matter of the foundation to the principal. The school's main leaders held an emergency meeting and conducted serious, responsible, and rigorous discussions on this issue. After two meetings, the establishment of a special education foundation was approved by vote..."

Fang Qing understood immediately. "I understand, Teacher Min. I will coordinate the rest with you."

"Alright, alright, it's truly an honor for Shazhong to have nurtured students like you and Jiang Chen. Then I won't bother you any longer."

Goodbye, Teacher Min.

After putting down her phone, Fang Qing said to the person who was chatting and drinking, "The fund has been approved by Sha Zhong."

Jiang Chen was not entirely surprised.

Who would refuse a sponsorship offered to them?

"Remember to add your liability clauses."

"Where's the money?"

Fang Qing's response was concise and to the point.

Jiang Chen glanced at her, "You think I'd blame you? Even if I did, you can always go find Shu Rui, can't you?"

This is something I'm still deeply troubled by.

It is only right to pay back debts.

He acted arrogantly and became a deadbeat; what's wrong with people going to Li Shurui to collect their debts?
"What are you two whispering about?"

"I went to Shazhong a couple of days ago and happened to run into Lao Min."

"Old Min? Fang Qing's homeroom teacher? The top dog in the political education department?"

The nickname "Iron Army" is quite interesting, and it seems that Lao Min also left a deep impression on him.

"Ah."

Jiang Chen laughed childishly, "When I arrived, I happened to run into him playing basketball. He didn't recognize me, and I beat him badly." Tie Jun smiled teasingly.

"Didn't you say back then that you and Lao Min were sworn brothers?"

As a brother and fellow alumnus of Shazhong, Tie Jun knew that Jiang Chen was frequently summoned to the Political Education Office back then.

I don't know what to do.

Since his aunt passed away, Jiang Chen's personality has changed drastically. After entering high school, he became even more diligent, studious, and law-abiding, and never committed any crimes.

When asked, he wouldn't say anything, only claiming that he and Lao Min were close friends despite their age difference.

It's obviously just bragging.

"Yes, so to thank him for taking care of me back then, I treated him to a meal."

Jiang Chen remained expressionless.

Fang Qing didn't reveal anything.

Tie Jun clearly didn't know where the dinner was, so he asked, "How's Lao Min doing?"

The director of the political education department is a position that is inherently at odds with students. Moreover, Lao Min is very competent. He never smiles in school and is like an iron-faced Yama. But looking back now, he can just laugh it off.

"Which aspect are you asking about? His health is fine, he can jump around and play, but his official career is so-so. He's been stuck in the same place for so many years. When we left, he was the director of the Political Education Department, and he still is now."

Jiang Chen's serious yet powerful sense of humor made even Fu Zili, an outsider, laugh.

Not to mention high school, Fu Zili dropped out of junior high school and went into the underworld; otherwise, he wouldn't have achieved his current status in the underworld.

"Working in the political education department of a school is just as tough and difficult as working in the discipline inspection commission."

As Fu Zili drank, he laughed and said, "It's too difficult for someone in this position to advance."

Tie Jun nodded, then asked Fang Qing curiously, "Why did Lao Min call you again?"

"He set up a special education fund at Shacheng Middle School."

Tie Jun was surprised.

"fund?"

Fang Qing gave a concise explanation of the nature of the fund.

"One hundred million?"

Fu Zili was shocked. He had worked himself to the bone for so many years, even risking his life, and had never accumulated such wealth.

Many people find it difficult to grasp the concept of 100 million; it sounds like just so-so.

Let's convert it.

Investing 100 million in wealth management products, even in today's market environment, would yield at least 10000 in interest per day.

That's right.

Every day when I wake up, 10000 dollars fall from the sky.

You can roughly guess what it tastes like now, right?
and so.

Why was Lao Min so excited? Even if the 100 million yuan wasn't his own, as long as he managed it, it could create enormous value.

That's why the rich get richer.

How much sweat and how many days and nights does it take for an ordinary person to earn 10,000 yuan?

"I take back what I just said."

Fu Zili stared at Jiang Chen, his expression serious and earnest. "You must be the richest man in the province now, right?"

Tie Jun snapped out of his daze. He wasn't particularly sensitive to money, or rather, life had worn him down, and he felt that enough was enough. What he cared more about was Jiang Chen's original intention in setting up this fund.

People who have been caught in the rain always want to hold an umbrella for others.

It seems that Jiang Chen also has regrets.

"Now I believe that Lao Min is a close friend of yours, despite the age difference."

As Tie Jun drank his beer and joked around, he suddenly thought of himself.

Even though he wasn't vain, his face still twitched involuntarily.

Depend on.

One billion.

That should be enough to buy a Koenigsegg, right?

Since you're so generous to your alma mater, why don't you also fulfill the promises you made to yourself...?

(End of this chapter)