Can't afford to pay for the takeout? Stunning CEO: Then pay with your body!

After a moment, Zhang Yan stopped, his expression calm.

The wind whipped up the fallen leaves, and the air at the intersection was so hot and dry that it made one feel uneasy.

A tall guy in a dozen or so wearing a basketball jersey, carrying a baseball bat and a steel pipe, blocked the intersection like a moving wall of flesh.

The captain, who had a buzz cut and a face full of menacing features, tapped the baseball bat in his palm with a dull, sickening sound.

"Zhang Yan, right?"

The man with the buzz cut spat, tilted his head, and looked at the man as if he were a weakling waiting to be slaughtered. "Li Zifeng is our brother. You put him in a mental hospital. We need to settle this score properly."

His henchmen behind him let out a strange laugh, their weapons clanging and clattering against each other.

The boy who kindly reported the news had long since fled along the wall, terrified that blood would splatter on him.

Zhang Yan stood still, gently moved his wrist, and made a crisp "crack" sound.

"Settle the accounts?"

He raised his eyelids, his gaze sweeping over the group of people, his tone as indifferent as if asking for directions, "Medical expenses are your own responsibility, or should I call an ambulance for you?"

"Damn it! He's so ungrateful! Cripple him!"

Enraged by this contemptuous attitude, the man with the buzz cut roared and swung his baseball bat down on Zhang Yan's head.

The wind howled.

If that blow lands, he'll either die or suffer a concussion.

However, Zhang Yan did not dodge.

He moved when the baseball bat was less than ten centimeters from his forehead.

It wasn't some fancy dodging technique, but rather an extremely simple and direct interception.

Grandmaster-level Jeet Kune Do

Since it is Jeet Kune Do, it emphasizes striking first after the opponent has struck, intercepting the opponent's attack intentions.

"Bang!"

A dull thud of flesh colliding.

No one saw how Zhang Yan made his move.

All everyone saw was that the man with the buzz cut was hit head-on by a speeding truck. He was sent flying backward in a shrimp-like shape, and the baseball bat in his hand flew out of his hand, drawing an arc in the air before crashing into a trash can in the distance with a "bang".

"Cough...cough cough..."

The man with the buzz cut knelt on the ground, clutching his stomach. He was about to vomit bile, and his face turned a deep liver color. He couldn't take a breath for a long time.

The entire room fell silent.

The dozen or so PE students behind them, who were about to swarm forward, seemed to have taken root in their feet and abruptly stopped. Their hands, holding their weapons, froze in mid-air, unable to move forward or backward.

one move.

He just took down the captain, who's over 1.9 meters tall and weighs 200 pounds, in a flash?

Zhang Yan patted off non-existent dust from his cuffs and took a step forward.

"Splash—"

A dozen or so burly men took a large step back in unison, their synchronized movements even more precise than those of military training.

"Should we continue?"

Zhang Yan asked.

No one dared to utter a sound.

This isn't a gigolo; he's clearly a Tyrannosaurus Rex in human skin.

"Get out of the way if you're not going to fight, you're blocking the way."

Zhang Yan shook his head, seemingly bored with this battle that had no suspense whatsoever.

He walked straight through the crowd. Those sports students who were usually domineering at school were now as obedient as quails, and some even subconsciously made way for him.

Only after Zhang Yan's figure disappeared around the corner did the man with the buzz cut manage to catch his breath. He stood up, leaning against a lamppost, and looked in that direction, his eyes filled with deep fear.

……

After resolving this minor incident, Zhang Yan patted his stomach.

Although it didn't take much effort, I was indeed a bit hungry.

He didn't go back to his dormitory, but went straight into the second canteen next door.

It was lunchtime, and the cafeteria was bustling with noise and steaming hot.

Zhang Yan, holding his tray, stood at the back of a line.

Many people around him recognized him, and whispers buzzed like flies.

"Hey, isn't that Zhang Yan? I just heard he beat up some guys from the Physical Education department at the intersection?"

"Really? Isn't he a pianist? He can fight too?"

"Who knows? It was probably the bodyguard that President Nie assigned to him who did it secretly. With his small frame, who could he possibly beat?"

"That's true, he's a kept man, so he's bound to have someone protecting him."

Zhang Yan ignored him, his attention was entirely focused on the last serving of sweet and sour pork ribs in the window.

Fortunately, when it was his turn, the ribs were still there.

"Auntie, one serving of sweet and sour pork ribs, one vegetarian dish of three delicacies, and two ounces of rice."

Zhang Yan swiped his card and watched as the aunt's trembling hands finally steadily placed the ribs into a plate, which made him feel a little better.

He picked up his tray and turned around to find an empty seat.

Just then.

A boy dressed in designer clothes and with dyed yellow hair suddenly darted out from the side, as if he didn't have eyes, and slammed his shoulder hard into Zhang Yan's arm.

"Clatter!"

Although Zhang Yan reacted quickly and regained his balance, the plate in his hand still inevitably tilted slightly.

The freshly prepared sweet and sour pork ribs, along with the rice and broth, were all spilled onto the ground with a splash.

The greasy soup splattered onto Zhang Yan's clean sneakers, leaving them a mess.

The noise in the cafeteria instantly decreased by half.

All eyes turned to them.

The blond-haired boy exaggeratedly jumped back a step, patted his hoodie with a big logo, looked at the food on the ground with disdain, and then glanced at Zhang Yan.

"Hey, isn't this Zhang Yan, the most popular guy at our school?"

The blond-haired man spoke in a sarcastic tone, his voice so loud it seemed the whole cafeteria could hear, "Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going."

"But seriously, someone of your status, why are you eating this pig swill in the cafeteria?"

He deliberately emphasized the word "net worth," conveying a strong sense of sarcasm.

The boys next to him, who were with the blond-haired guy, immediately burst into laughter.

"That's right, Young Master Chen is right."

"Zhang Yan lives in Cloud Top Manor and usually eats delicacies. How could the food in this canteen be worthy of his precious stomach?"

"I think he was kicked out by President Nie, right?"

"After all, rich women's tastes change quickly; they'll just throw them away when they get tired of them."

"Hahahaha, that's terrible. It's hard to go from luxury to frugality. Look at the way he was staring at that plate of ribs just now, like he hadn't eaten meat in centuries."

More and more students gathered around to watch the spectacle, and some even took out their phones to record videos, intending to post them on the school forum to gain some traffic.

Zhang Yan glanced down at the ribs on the ground that he hadn't even had a chance to eat yet, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Wasting food.

Unforgivable.

He looked up at the blond-haired man called Chen Shao.

"Apologize."

Zhang Yan's voice was soft and calm.

Chen Shao looked at himself as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world, pointing at himself and exclaiming dramatically to those around him, "Apologize? You want me to apologize to him? Hahahaha!"

He abruptly stopped smiling, took a step forward, his acne-covered face almost touching Zhang Yan's, and said in a low, menacing voice:

"Zhang Yan, don't think you're something special just because you've hooked up with Nie Qingcheng."

"In Jinghai, you are nothing! Without her, you're not even worth as much as this dog!"

As he spoke, he took out several red hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and casually tossed them onto the pile of food on the ground.

"It's just a meal, right? I'll pay you back."

"Five hundred yuan, that's enough for a poor bastard like you to eat in the cafeteria for a month, right?"

"Take it, keep the change, consider it a reward from me."

The red banknotes, lying on the greasy soup, looked particularly glaring.

A collective gasp filled the air.

This humiliation was too direct and too cruel.

Everyone thought Zhang Yan would get angry, would take action, or would pick up the money and leave like a coward.

After all, in everyone's eyes, he was just a gigolo who rose to power by relying on women. Without Nie Qingcheng, he really didn't have the capital to challenge these rich second-generation heirs.

however.

Zhang Yan neither picked up the money nor did he touch it.

He just stared at Chen Shao quietly, his gaze as if he were watching a monkey performing acrobatics.

"Not enough?"

Seeing that he didn't speak, Chen Shao thought he had hit a sore spot and became even more smug. "Fine, then I'll add some more."

"If you shout 'I'm a gigolo' three times right now, I'll give you another thousand today!"

Zhang Yan sighed.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

"What are you planning to do? Call that rich woman and complain?"

Chen Shao scoffed, "Save your breath. It's still working hours. President Nie is extremely busy; he doesn't have time to deal with someone like you..."

He stopped mid-sentence.

Because Zhang Yan did not make a phone call.

He simply opened a stock trading app, then turned the screen to face Chen Shao and the onlookers who were taking pictures with their phones.

"I don't like to bother others."

Zhang Yan spoke calmly, his voice carrying clearly throughout half the cafeteria, "Especially for this little bit... pocket money."

On the screen is a clear asset overview interface.

Total Assets: RMB 13,225,512.50

That long string of numbers was like a silent, heavy hammer blow, slamming into everyone's retinas.

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand, hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions...

More than thirteen million!

Chen Shao's eyes nearly popped out, his mouth was wide open enough to fit an egg, and he made a "clucking" sound in his throat, but couldn't utter a single word.

The students around me who were taking pictures with their phones were all shaking.

The cafeteria instantly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop; you could even clearly hear the sound of the ladle falling into the bowl from the cafeteria lady's hand.

"This is what I earned last week."

Zhang Yan put his phone away, his tone as casual as if he were talking about finding five yuan last week, "I was originally planning to buy an island to play on, but since you think I can't afford the cafeteria food..."

He glanced at the few oil-stained hundred-yuan bills on the ground, a faint sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Keep this money for yourself to get your head fixed."

"As for the cafeteria..."

Zhang Yan glanced around at the silent crowd, his gaze finally settling on Chen Shao, who was completely dumbfounded.

"If I wanted to eat here, ten million should be enough for me to buy this cafeteria and treat the whole school to meals for three to five years, right?"

boom--!

The crowd erupted in chaos.

"Holy crap! Over ten million?! That's cash flow!"

"Made last week? Did he rob a bank?"

"Wow, this is incredible wealth! This isn't just someone living off a woman; this is clearly a financial tycoon on a clandestine trip to experience life!"

"Who just called him a poor bastard? If he's poor, then what am I? A cell?"

The wind direction reversed instantly.

Those mocking and disdainful looks have now turned into shock and admiration, and many girls even have stars in their eyes.

Chen Shao's face flushed red and then turned pale. He froze on the spot, wishing he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

He tried to humiliate someone with 500 yuan, but the person retaliated by throwing out 10 million yuan.

The slaps were so loud they made a loud thud, and the face was swollen badly.

Zhang Yan didn't bother to look at the clown again and turned around to get another meal from another window.

Just then.

"Ding-dong—"

The phone's notification tone sounded particularly crisp in the quiet atmosphere.

Zhang Yan took out his phone and glanced at it.

His previously calm, aloof, and money-grubbing demeanor crumbled the moment he saw the message on the screen, like ice melting away.

Instead, a gentle smile appeared, tinged with a hint of helplessness and doting affection.

That was a voice message from Nie Qingcheng.

He didn't mince words and immediately clicked play.

The queen's voice, which struck fear into the hearts of the entire Jinghai business community, carried a hint of coquettish languor and came through the speaker clearly:

"You little brat, I'm starving from working overtime at the company."

"Stop eating that unhealthy cafeteria food! Get over here right now! I want your homemade noodles, lots of vinegar, less chili. If you don't come in half an hour, I'll dock your allowance!"

The entire venue fell silent once again.

This time, however, the expressions on everyone's faces were even more interesting.

Is this the legendary...spending money on a woman?

A multi-millionaire is being bossed around by a female CEO, who cooks him noodles and even threatens to deduct his allowance?

The key point is, this big shot seems to be... enjoying it quite a bit?

Zhang Yan put away his phone and shrugged at Chen Shao, who was still standing there dumbfounded.

"I'm sorry, but I really can't eat at the cafeteria anymore."

"There are people at home waiting to feed me."

After saying that, he casually placed his plate in the recycling area and, amidst the envious and jealous gazes of the boys, strode briskly out of the cafeteria.

All that remains is a silhouette that conceals its merits and fame, and a campus legend that is about to ignite the entire internet.