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Li Haotian looked at the private chat request.

[Player 'Prophet' requests to speak with you.]

[Additional information: Your Excellency, I would like to discuss a business deal regarding 'divinity'.]

"godhead?"

Li Haotian uttered the word softly, and the entity whose consciousness descended tilted its head.

The Hunter No. 01 beside him sensed the Overlord's emotional fluctuations and let out a low hiss.

He had heard the name "Bishop".

Scorpion's superior, the leader of the "Purgatory" organization.

A guy who was so scared by the demolition he made that he vomited blood.

Now they've actually sent someone to talk business with me.

Li Haotian found it somewhat amusing.

He manipulated the panel, his fingers tapping on the virtual keyboard.

……

The "Purgatory" organization operates deep underground, in a command center even more secure than a bank vault.

The prophet, dressed in a black priest's robe, stood respectfully before the bishop.

On the giant holographic screen, the perfect spherical hole of the Genesis Building is being played repeatedly.

The bishop held a glass of red wine, his expression inscrutable.

"Has he replied?" The bishop's voice was hoarse, like two rusty pieces of iron rubbing against each other.

"Not yet, sir," the prophet said, head bowed. "Three minutes have passed since we submitted our application."

"No rush." ​​The bishop took a sip of his drink. "Time has no meaning for such beings. He might be observing the birth of a star in another dimension, or he might just be... taking a nap."

The prophet dared not speak.

He felt the atmosphere in the command center was so oppressive it was suffocating.

Just then.

"bite."

A soft sound broke the silence.

The prophet's spirits lifted, and he abruptly looked at the control panel in front of him.

"Sir, he has replied!"

The bishop's body tensed instantly, and even the wine glass in his hand trembled slightly.

"What did he say?"

The prophet stared at the brief reply on the screen, completely frozen in place.

His lips moved a few times, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"Read it!" the bishop growled.

"Yes..." The prophet swallowed hard and read the words in a sleepwalking tone.

"We can talk business. Today is KFC Crazy Thursday. V me for 50. Let's see if you're sincere."

The command center fell into a deathly silence.

The bishop's expression froze.

He slowly put down his wine glass, walked to the screen, and stared intently at the line of text, as if trying to discern some profound truth from each pixel.

"KFC...Crazy Thursday?"

He read it aloud slowly, each word conveying a deep sense of confusion.

The prophet felt as if his brain had crashed.

He had imagined countless possibilities.

The other party may impose harsh conditions, may refuse outright, or may even use a more sophisticated approach to intimidate them.

But he never dreamed that it would be such a sentence.

This is ridiculous.

It's like the monarchs of two empires negotiating the cession of a planet, and one of them suddenly says, "You have to treat me to some spicy hot pot from a roadside stall first."

"My lord... this..." The prophet's voice was hoarse, "This seems to be... a popular internet slang term, similar to... a begging joke."

"A joke?" The bishop turned around abruptly, his gaze sharp.

"Do you think an entity capable of erasing three-dimensional space would play such a pointless joke on us?"

The prophet was terrified.

"Your subordinate wouldn't dare!"

"This is no joke." The bishop looked back at the screen, his tone becoming extremely solemn.

"This is a test."

"A test?" The prophet was even more confused.

"That's right." The bishop pointed to the number "50".

Why didn't he say 100, or 1000, but specifically 50? What does "V" represent? And what's the significance of Thursday?

The bishop paced back and forth in front of the screen, muttering to himself, like a mathematician who had gone mad with passion.

"This must be some kind of code, a coded message to test our attitude!"

The prophet looked at the bishop, who was trapped in his own logical loop, opened his mouth, but ultimately chose to remain silent.

He really wanted to say, "Sir, 'V' means WeChat transfer, and '50' means 50 yuan..."

But he dared not.

He feared that as soon as he finished speaking, the bishop would regard him as a fool who couldn't see through the Zen meaning and purify him on the spot.

"I understand!" The bishop suddenly stopped, his eyes shining.

"He's screening them!"

"He's using this most worldly and absurd method to filter out those self-righteous fools who can't humble themselves!"

"Only those who truly have reverence for him and are willing to abide by his rules are qualified to sit at his poker table!"

"I see...I see! Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

The bishop's face showed a look of sudden realization, even with a hint of pilgrimage-like fervor.

He turned and gave the command to the prophet.

"change!"

"Now, immediately, right now! Transfer 50 yuan to him using the most ordinary personal account! Not a penny more, not a penny less!"

"yes!"

The prophet felt as if he had been granted a pardon and immediately rushed to the control panel, his fingers trembling as he began to operate it.

He felt he had never been so absurd in his life.

The number two figure in the prestigious "Purgatory" organization is paying a deposit of fifty dollars for a godhood deal worth over fifty million US dollars.

……

Inside the game's cave.

Li Haotian looked at the prompt that popped up on the system panel.

[Your bank account has received a transfer of 50.00 yuan.]

He couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"It actually turned around."

"Are these guys out of their minds?"

He shook his head and casually browsed through the meme library.

Finally, he chose a shiny gold animated emoticon that said "Thank you, boss" and sent it.

After sending the message, he immediately typed another line.

……

command center.

The prophet stared at the cheesy GIF, his eyes twitching uncontrollably.

"Sir, he's sent another message."

The bishop immediately came over.

A new address was clearly displayed on the screen.

[Meeting Location: Tunghai University, Second Cafeteria.]

[Time: Tomorrow at noon.]

The bishop's brow furrowed instantly.

"Tunghai University...the second cafeteria?"

The prophet added cautiously.

"Sir, he also said something..."

"What did you say?"

He said... the sweet and sour pork and braised pork rice bowls there are cheap and come in large portions.

"..."

This time, even the bishop remained silent.

He stared at the address and remained silent for a full half minute.

Just when the prophet thought the bishop was finally going to realize that the other party might really just be a mentally unstable lunatic, the bishop suddenly laughed.

It was a smile filled with endless emotion and awe.

"The truly wise live in seclusion amidst the bustling city."

The bishop slowly uttered four words.

"I understand."

"I understand completely now."

A light called "Dihua" gleamed in the bishop's eyes.

"The university is a temple of knowledge and a cradle of civilization. He chose this location to tell us that in his presence, we are like a group of ignorant students."

"The cafeteria is where ordinary people replenish their energy and survive. It's bustling with activity and full of life. By choosing noon, when it's most crowded, he was showing us his absolute confidence!"

"He's not afraid of our tricks at all! Because before absolute power, any schemes and schemes are like dust!"

The bishop became more and more agitated as he spoke, his voice even trembling slightly.

"As for the phrase 'cheap and plentiful,' that's the perfect finishing touch!"

"He's reminding us not to measure him by worldly wealth. In his eyes, the money we're so proud of might not even be worth as much as a plate of cheap sweet and sour pork!"

"That's a level of understanding! That's a broad perspective!"

The prophet listened in stunned silence, his mind blank.

He felt as if there was a thick barrier between him and the bishop.

"Pass on my orders." The bishop regained his composure, his tone becoming extremely serious.

"You go in person tomorrow."

"Don't bring any weapons, and don't make any unnecessary movements. Just like an ordinary student going to the cafeteria for a meal."

"Remember, he is testing our attitude."

"Yes, sir." The prophet bowed respectfully.

However, the thought of having to wear a suit and tie tomorrow and squeeze into the cafeteria with a group of students made him feel a stomachache.

……

Inside the game pod, Li Haotian yawned and logged out of the game.

He came out of the bedroom and saw Su Wan still in the living room, looking at a pile of documents with a troubled expression.

"Still not asleep?"

"Sir!" Su Wan was startled and quickly stood up. "Some of the materials you requested... some of them are a bit complicated to source. I'm trying to figure out a way."

"No rush," Li Haotian waved his hand. "Let your new friend take his time."

He walked to the refrigerator and took a bottle of Coke.

"By the way, I'm going out tomorrow at noon, so you don't need to prepare my lunch."

Su Wan was stunned for a moment.

"Sir, where are you going?"

Li Haotian unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip.

"Go to Tunghai University."

"Talking to a client about acquisitions."