Chapter 10

"Next time, if we delay your work, your manager will be angry." Surrounded by beautiful women, Lin Dong felt a bit disappointed, as no brainless second-generation rich kid had jumped out to let him give them a good scolding. Otherwise, this feeling would have been even more satisfying.

"Accompanying you is our job. Our job is to make guests feel satisfied and at home. Manager? Ignore him, he can't control us. By the way, I heard that he can only last for less than three minutes, what kind of man is that! A real man should be strong, handsome brother, are you strong? You don't only last three minutes, right?" The hot and fashionable girl spoke very boldly, accidentally revealing a big secret, which made the other girls burst into laughter, and their gazes towards the manager were filled with disdain.

"Three minutes is indeed too pitiful." Lin Dong expressed deep sympathy for the manager's life.

"Handsome brother, you haven't said your fighting power yet?" The hot girl cheered, sitting closer and closer, almost wanting to sit on his lap.

"Actually, my fighting power isn't very strong, usually just about five hours, I'm a real weakling." Lin Dong deliberately sighed: "Once I fought four and lost, I was really ashamed!"

Holding a cup as if to drink water, a sales guy who had been eavesdropping choked on the spot.

He coughed non-stop, almost coughing out his lungs.

Damn!

Are you showing off?

Five hours is an incredible record, isn't it? Is your thing a pillar of the sky or a bridge over the sea? If you're a weakling, how can others even live?

With his pockets full of the girls' fragrant business cards, Lin Dong left with a cool demeanor.

Looking at his back.

The men present suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

They had never believed it before, but now, seeing it with their own eyes, they realized that in this world, there really is a possibility for a poor guy to turn things around. Just because they couldn't do it doesn't mean others can't. Like that kid just now, no matter how jealous they were, they couldn't deny that he was a born winner. Any fame and money were pale and powerless in front of such a person...

They had never realized it before, but now they found that they were born to highlight others' excellence!

Damn!

What a tragic life!

"Class President?" Lin Dong was just feeling smug when he suddenly received a call, almost getting a shock.

"Dear wooden-headed classmate, I'm back, surprised, aren't you? Let's have dinner together tonight!" The tone was as intimate as a close friend.

"Class President, I'm very busy." It had been 'ten years' since then, and Lin Dong almost forgot who his college class president was. But as soon as he heard the voice, it immediately brought back his long-buried memories.

The class president's surname is Cheng, and her name is Mingge.

She is a petite, lively, and optimistic girl.

There is a poem to prove it:

As clear as the breeze, she smiles,

The great and small Qiao of Jiangdong;

Dancing gracefully, her slender waist,

Delicate and charming.

From high school, Mingge was Lin Dong's desk mate, and even in college, they were in the same class. This connection was truly remarkable. Because Mingge had strong leadership, she was always the class president, and it was said that this record had been maintained since elementary school, all the way to college. Thus, the former Lin Dong respectfully called her "Class President."

The class president, who had been his desk mate for several years, enjoyed many 'privileges' in the former Lin Dong's eyes. These privileges were the result of an unequal treaty from the past, and the former Lin Dong had resisted it many times, but never successfully.

This memory came back to Lin Dong, who had returned from another world.

He was sweating profusely.

Mingge, who had been the class president from elementary school to college, was certainly no ordinary person.

Not to mention the former Lin Dong, who had a fighting power of less than five, even the school's self-proclaimed tough guys, who claimed they could "punch the kindergarten in the south and kick the nursing home in the north," were nothing in front of the class president.

The former Lin Dong knew the class president very well.

He never felt any attraction.

Moreover, the class president's flat chest gave no hope of ever developing.

So, the former Lin Dong had a very special brotherly attitude towards the class president, completely unrelated to love, but without any ill feelings. To describe their relationship, if Lin Dong needed, Mingge might even be willing to be his gay friend...

"What are you busy with? You're not the president of the United States, you don't need to worry about world peace, right?" The class president was very dissatisfied with Lin Dong, who dared to find an excuse to refuse her. Even if he found an excuse, it shouldn't be such a lame one! She didn't know that during her two-week trip to Europe, Lin Dong had already died once and wandered in the cultivation world for ten years, and although he had returned, he was no longer the same.

"I'm really busy... Wait, I actually have something to ask you." Lin Dong decided to give this girl, who would inevitably harass him in the future, something to do.

"Go ahead, for a brother, I'll do anything." The class president's tone was like that of a hero from Liangshan.

"Brother, I suddenly realized I'm very poor, even poorer than the poorest guy." After a long preamble, Lin Dong concluded: "To avoid being a burden to the nation, I've decided to find a way to get rich."

"Very good, have you thought of a way?" The class president affirmed Lin Dong's determination to change his situation.

"Maybe there are some antiques buried under the old house." Lin Dong's task for the class president was to help appraise, hype, and sell them.

"Cut it out, if your house had antiques, mine would have a gold mine!" The class president gave Lin Dong a harsh rebuke for his wild imagination: "Don't think about unrealistic things. If you're really short on money, I can give you two thousand in living expenses. By the way, I heard you quit your job. Weren't you very fond of that summer job? I've only been in Europe for half a month, but it feels like the whole world has changed."

Although the class president was a tomboy, she was still a girl.

She had a strong sixth sense.

Lin Dong was afraid she would suspect him, so he quickly changed the subject: "Don't mention it, it just makes me sad. Give me back my living expenses!"

Now he remembered that he wasn't poor, but all his money was controlled by this girl. When his only relative, his grandmother, passed away, she had taken over all the assets, claiming to 'manage' them.

"Grandma said that until you graduate from college, all the money will be managed by me. Stop struggling." The class president laughed triumphantly.

"..." Lin Dong was speechless.

As a poor guy, how could he turn things around?

Gambling on jade and finding a bargain was too troublesome. Even if he succeeded, it might lead to trouble. Lin Dong wasn't afraid of threats, but he hated trouble. Besides gambling on jade, there were many other ways to get rich, such as using magic to search a corrupt official's mind or using alchemy to turn copper, lead, and mercury into gold or platinum.

Alchemy was a simple thing for Lin Dong.

The specific process involved using a very special 'incantation' to extract protons from metals like lead and mercury, rearranging the particles inside.

For ordinary people, this was an impossible task, but for cultivators, it was very simple. In the past, as a weakling, Lin Dong had worked for small sects, helping them refine gold to pave floors, earning a living.

In the cultivation world, 'gold hands' and 'turning stones into gold' were very low-level techniques.

Only small sects used them.

More powerful cultivators could create a mountain of gold with a wave of their hand, making gold meaningless to them.

"Right, I can use mercury to refine gold and platinum and get rich!" Lin Dong was very excited after this realization and rushed to a hardware store on the street. However, the store owner told him they only had mercury thermometers and no mercury for sale, and mentioned that mercury was highly toxic and required approval from relevant departments.

Lin Dong immediately thought of the bitter face of the guy with thick eyebrows and lost his appetite.

What use is a tiny bit of mercury in a thermometer!

But.

Who says you need mercury to refine gold? Lead, copper, tin, aluminum, iron... any metal can do!

Powerful cultivators could even refine gold from stones or even create it directly from the air with a wave of their hand. Using metal conversion just made the process faster and less energy-consuming.

"Want a ton of lead?" The store owner looked at Lin Dong with suspicion. "What do you need so much lead for?"

"Forget it, then." Lin Dong turned and left.

He had originally planned to give the store owner a big order, but the owner's suspicious look, as if he thought Lin Dong was up to no good, made him very unhappy. In the past, he had been a model student, eager to become a scientist to achieve the four modernizations, and had even received a red flower from his kindergarten teacher for his good behavior. The store owner not only refused to give him a 'good person card' but also dared to doubt his excellent character, which was too much.

In the end, Lin Dong bought a ton of rebar from a building materials store.

It cost him over three thousand yuan.

His pockets were now empty.