I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 16 I Don't Calculate Money

Inside the small restaurant, all was silent, except for the iron golem moving between the seats, occasionally asking, "Are you... a single dog? Couples get a 10% discount, want to try it out?"

Compared to its usual quietness, the small restaurant was unusually full today.

Liu Qing, the class monitor of Class 6, Grade 11, stared wide-eyed at the tableware in front of her, feeling deeply moved, but dared not move an inch.

The tables and chairs were clean, the chopsticks were made of ivory and were white, there was water in the cup, paper in the tissue box, chili peppers in the chili bowl, and side dishes in the small dish.

Outside was a bustling night market, but inside was an elegant restaurant. Liu Qing, who had never been to such a place before, was like a small sculpture, frozen in place by the environment.

Not only her, but no one else dared to move. The only one who dared to move was Chen Yu, who was studying today's menu while making dissatisfied click-clack noises.

Chen Yu's voice brought Liu Qing back to her senses.

Turning to the side, she said to Chen Yu, "Dad Chen, actually I think gutter oil is pretty good."

"Why are you bringing this up? When did gutter oil become a thing of the past?"

"As expected, you're not the class monitor, so you don't understand the unspoken meanings of us officials. What I mean is, there's no need to go to a small restaurant to treat people to a meal. We can just have a 'Thirty-Year-Old' dinner outside. There are forty people in our Class 6 of Grade 11, so we can manage with 1,200 yuan. If I use my connections, maybe we can get it done with 1,000 yuan."

The phrase "save money" almost made Chen Yu jump up.

Staring at Liu Qing, Chen Yu gritted his teeth and said, "Don't try to save me money! Everyone eat until they're satisfied! Iron Puppet, are all the dishes this cheap today? Is the most expensive one the deep-sea salmon? Two hundred yuan a pound is not fair to your class."

Upon hearing that it cost 200 yuan per kilogram, one student immediately fainted.

Liu Qing was also a little dizzy, but she still forced herself to say, "Chen Yu, although I acknowledge you as my father and you acknowledge me as your class monitor, it doesn't mean you have to be responsible for my food, drink, and toilet needs. Take my advice, let's leave now, we'll just pay for the air."

"Don't make any noise."

"I'm not arguing! I'm the class monitor, I can't watch you go astray! We have to earn our money honestly!"

But after she finished speaking, she leaned closer and whispered, "But it's okay if it's a little bit shady. Where do you make your money? Tell me about it."

"...As expected of the class monitor, his moral score must not be high."

"Exactly sixty."

"You barely passed. Don't worry, it's fine. This is an arrangement by the Tianyuan Cultivator Committee, so you can eat without worry."

"A last meal before execution? After eating it, you're supposed to infiltrate the Demonic Sect and become an undercover agent?"

"With your imagination, it's a waste if you don't go write books."

However, Liu Qing's words reminded Chen Yu.

Spending money on others without a specific reason will always lead to problems.

The other party will wonder: What's the meaning of you spending money on me? Do you have some ulterior motive? What exactly do you want to do?
The more you give, the more people will doubt you, and eventually the secrets of your martial arts will be discovered.

How about we start a company?

As soon as this thought arose, I felt the world was filled with light.

This is great!

You can set up any company, with its business scope limited to entertainment and related industries. When needed, you can have the company help coordinate, and when you need to distribute money, you can use the company's name to distribute the money.

Meanwhile, one can hide behind this company, making it convenient to reap negative emotions.

With this in mind, Chen Yu immediately searched for ways to start a company in Tianyuan and found that it was quite simple. He logged onto the committee's website, entered his ID number, filled in the deposit, and registered; a company was done just like that.

The legal representative and employees filled in their own names. The registered capital was 80,000 yuan, and the registration was successfully completed after verification by a legal entity.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Chen Yu said to Liu Qing beside him, "I've been doing a part-time job at a company recently, and they need my help with some things. Consider today's meal as a treat, everyone can eat whatever they like."

“But we didn’t do anything, so we can’t eat this,” Liu Qing said, frowning.

"...This company is good at doing charity work. They have connections at higher levels and a quota to process every month. Eat without worry. I'll reimburse them after you're done. The more you eat, the happier they are."

Although they were reluctantly persuaded, the students in Class 6 of the second year of high school still ate with trepidation.

They resolutely refused expensive dishes, opting for whatever was cheap, and the forty people ate very frugally here.

But after one bite, they understood why it was so expensive.

The meat was cooked to perfection, the vegetables were fresh and additive-free, and the soup tasted neither magical nor grueling. After a few dishes, my stomach felt completely comfortable.

Moreover, the seasoning contains spiritual herbs, which cause one to sweat shortly after consumption, and the blood and qi in the body also boil, which is very helpful for their physical cultivation.

Although they only ate until they were half full, the students were clearly in high spirits and couldn't wait to tell others about it for three days and three nights after they got back.

Everyone was happy, but Chen Yu wasn't.

"A meal cost four thousand yuan, is it really necessary for you to be so frugal? Tomorrow..."

"No need for tomorrow," Liu Qing immediately declined. "Eating it once in a while is fine, but eating it all the time will spoil my palate, so it's not necessary."

"……All right."

After seeing the other party off, Chen Yu looked at the remaining 7,600 points of mana and was once again worried about how to spend the money.

Fortunately, he didn't dwell on this issue for too long.

Five days later, Teacher Zhao, who was radiating deathly aura, called Chen Yu out of the dormitory and handed him the dream fragments on his phone.

Yawning, Teacher Zhao said, "It's done. All twenty basic knowledge points are included, along with the combos and variations you mentioned. I've put them all in."

"Thank you so much, Teacher Zhao!"

Wiping his glasses with his clothes, Teacher Zhao said softly, "You're welcome, but my surname is Wang... no, it's Zhao. I'm still too tired after five days without sleep, my brain is completely numb. Also, I added some settings that you suggested, you can adjust them yourself later."

"Thank you!"

"It's alright, take your time. I'm going to rest. Also, about the money..."

"Please rest well, teacher, don't worry about me! Goodbye!"

Chen Yu left decisively, not giving the other party a chance to return the money.

Holding his phone, Chen Yu lay excitedly on the bed and quickly drifted off to sleep.

After importing the dream fragments given by Teacher Zhao into the Dream Maker platform, Chen Yu quickly saw the actions recorded by Teacher Zhao and was amazed.

"As expected of Teacher Zhao, who is skilled in both academics and martial arts, her movements are truly beautiful. And the difficulty is adjustable, ranging from level one to level ten. Wait, how come Teacher Zhao is at level ten in every knowledge point? How did someone like her end up in the Tengen?"

This question was somewhat perplexing, but Chen Yu put it aside for the time being and began experiencing the most important part:
Battle!

(End of this chapter)