Chapter 30: 30. How to Make Money
After the black-clad figures appeared, everyoneâs attention was focused on them.
It wasnât just Qing Chenâs eleventh-grade class three, but even people in the teaching building across the way had noticed the commotion, with students one by one clinging to the windows and looking over here.
In fact, itâs no wonder the students were surprised.
When Qing Chen first encountered them, the oppressive feeling they gave him was still fresh in his memory.
This unique and sharp temperament stood out exceptionally in the school.
Qing Chen had always kept himself hidden by Nan Gengchenâs side, but he worried too much. They didnât even glance in the direction of his classroom.
By now, Qing Chen had a rough guess: an organization that could cooperate with the head of the schoolâs academic affairs office must have an official background, which put one somewhat at ease.
However, after the black-clad figures took Liu Dezhu away, they returned him just before the end of the first period.
As soon as the class was dismissed, students from surrounding classes all rushed over, crowding around Liu Dezhu and asking, âWho were those black-clothed people?â
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Liu Dezhu was also stunned, âI donât know who they are either. The academic affairs director Shi Qingyan just told me to cooperate with them.â
âWhat did they want with you?â the students asked.
âFirst, they made me register my home address and contact information, as well as the phone number of an emergency contact,â Liu Dezhu recalled, âThen they told me I couldnât leave Los Angeles City now, and later they might have to give us transmigrators some sort of special training. Theyâre still preparing and arenât sure when theyâll be ready.â
âAre there many transmigrators in Los Angeles City?â the classmates asked.
âSeems like there are quite a lot,â Liu Dezhu said.
âDid they ask you anything else?â
âOh, right,â Liu Dezhu suddenly seemed to remember something, âThey had a few photos from crossroad surveillance cameras, asking me if I had seen someone. The person in the photos didnât seem old, and since the photos were taken at night theyâre a bit blurry. The person was wearing a gray hoodie and a cap, so their face wasnât clear.â
While the other students were still listening eagerly, Qing Chen suddenly furrowed his brows.
Because the person Liu Dezhu described was none other than himself, right?
âWhy are they looking for him?â the classmate asked.
âThe black-clad figures said he might also be a transmigrator who had appeared at the doorstep of another transmigrator,â Liu Dezhu said, âThey were quite forthright, only saying that this transmigrator was somewhat special, with strong evasion capabilities, not something an ordinary student like me would match. They said that if anyone saw someone resembling the photos, they should call the black-clad figures first, and not to approach casually on their own.â
Qing Chen fell silent; he hadnât expected to leave such a strong impression on the black-clad figures, perhaps they had checked the surveillance afterward and confirmed his evasive action.
However, why would they ask Liu Dezhu?
Before he had time to think it through, a classmate asked, âSo why did they ask you about this?â
âOh, they said that based on the surveillance footage, the personâs area of activity should be within these three kilometers, but since our residential area is old, the roads are also narrow and old, a lot of places donât have working cameras or the cameras are broken, so the trail went cold,â Liu Dezhu explained.
Qing Chen breathed a sigh of relief in his mind, the loss of the trail was not a coincidence, but because he had purposefully changed into a jacket he hadnât worn for two years and avoided surveillance cameras.
It seemed that his effort to always be prepared had not been in vain.
Liu Dezhu continued, âThey didnât just ask me, they also questioned some of the teachers in the school. They suspect that if the transmigrator is still a student, itâs very likely theyâre in our school. Yet the teachers didnât recognize anyone either.â
Because a transmigrator had appeared, stories were buzzing through the Los Angeles Foreign Language School.
During the breaks between classes, there were always groups of students âcasually passing byâ Liu Dezhuâs classroom door.
Among them, there were quite a few attractive girls whispering outside the classroom, greatly satisfying Liu Dezhuâs ego.
Nan Gengchen sat inside the classroom, watching enviously outside the window: âOne becomes a big Boss after crossing over, even talking to the Boss, maybe becoming superhuman one day. Why is there such a big difference between people?â
Qing Chen glanced at him, âEnvious?â
âArenât you envious?â Nan Gengchen muttered, âYou were talking about making a lot of money and treating me to a meal, but now it looks like thatâs not possible either.â
âThen just focus on your studies. There are so many ordinary people living good lives, and itâs not necessary to become a transmigrator,â Qing Chen said.
Nan Gengchen hesitated, wanting to say more.
He didnât want others to discover that he was a transmigrator and put himself in danger, but as a teenager, he also wanted others to admire him.
So, he kept hopping back and forth between the identities of a transmigrator and an ordinary person, like burying his head in the sand.
When it was almost evening, the class committee member came looking for Qing Chen and Nan Gengchen: âQing Chen, you two are the only ones who havenât paid the book fees.â
Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, âMy parents arenât home, so I want to pay it a few days later.â
The committee member nodded and turned to Nan Gengchen, âWhat about your book fee, Nan Gengchen?â
Nan Gengchen said sheepishly, âIâll also pay it later⊠in a couple of days.â
The committee member didnât say anything else and left.
In fact, everyone in class knew that the family conditions of Nan Gengchen and Qing Chen were not very good, but no one thought too much of it.
They didnât invite them to class gatherings, knowing that they were short on cash and wouldnât attend, not out of contempt.
The proportion of students who were snobbish during high school was indeed quite small.
Moreover, Qing Chen was a top student; top students in high school already carried an invincible aura around them.
Many people might think high school students are always thinking: this classmate is so rich, I want to hang out with him, that classmate is so poor, I donât want to hang out with him.
But the truth is, the thoughts of high school students are not that complex. Everyone is concerned about the same things: Who the hell invented functions? Huh? Let me see who got only 15 points on the multiple-choice test, dammit, itâs me!
At this moment, Qing Chen looked at Nan Gengchen, âWhy didnât you bring the book fee either?â
âMy mom was so mad at my dad that she went to stay at my grandmaâs place, and I have to ask my dad for the money,â Nan Gengchen grumbled.
âDidnât your dad give it to you?â Qing Chen asked.
âNo.â
âWhat did he say?â
Nan Gengchen replied, âHe told me to return the books to the schoolâŠâ
Qing Chen: â???â
All of a sudden, a book fee became an insurmountable problem for two struggling transmigrator boys.
It also reminded Qing Chen that it was time for him to start making money.
He could continue to fleece those old men at Chinese chess, but the problem was that it wasnât enough; moreover, everyone had gotten wise and wouldnât play him anymore.
Therefore, he had to figure out how to make money from the Inner World.
It made no sense to live near a mountain of treasure and come back empty-handed time after time.
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