Stop pretending, I'm a security guard, a five-star general!

Without hesitation, Qin Yu put everything he had—whether useful, potentially useful, or simply useless—into his spatial ring.

……

The next day, Qin Yu arrived at the playground of Jiangnan No.1 Middle School.

At this moment, many students from the special training class had already arrived here to gather, many of them carrying large and small bags, their backpacks stuffed full.

After all, spatial rings are a luxury item.

Even the lowest quality ones cost over ten thousand yuan, which is beyond the reach of ordinary families.

"Li Jun, I really envy you. You have a spatial ring, unlike us who have to carry so many things with us."

A group of people surrounded Li Jun, expressing their envy.

Unlike the others who carried large bags and small packages, Li Jun carried nothing but a spatial ring on his finger.

Faced with the envious gazes of the crowd, Li Jun felt a surge of superiority, but he still feigned Versailles-like humility and smiled, saying:

"It's alright. This spatial ring is actually quite ordinary. It only takes up a little over ten square meters and costs just a little over a million."

"Millions!?"

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped in surprise.

Although they knew Li Jun was in Versailles, they were still shocked by the price of the spatial ring.

A million yuan is enough for them to buy a large house of more than 100 square meters in the city.

However, just as Li Jun was about to bask in the praise and envious glances of the crowd once again, a slightly jarring voice suddenly rang out.

"It only occupies a little over ten square meters, which is really quite ordinary."

Li Jun was taken aback when he heard this. He was about to sneer and ask who was being so sour, but when he turned around, he saw that it was Qin Yu. Then, he immediately fell silent.

Because he saw that this guy was wearing a spatial ring on his hand, just like him, and just by looking at it, he knew that its quality was much better than his.

"Wow, Qin Yu, you have a spatial ring too?! How many square meters does yours take up?"

"Not much, just a little over 100 square meters," Qin Yu said casually.

Wow! 100 square meters!

Everyone was completely stunned.

A spatial ring of more than ten square meters can sell for millions, so they can't even imagine how much a spatial ring of 100 square meters would sell for.

"What? You're asking how much this costs?" Qin Yu raised an eyebrow and said to himself.

Everyone: "..."

It seems like nobody's asking.

"Oh, this one? It didn't cost me any money. It was a gift from Longteng Trading Company, one of the top ten giant companies in the Great Xia Dynasty. They insisted on giving it to me without asking me to," Qin Yu said casually.

Wow! That's awesome!

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

This is the life of the upper class, I'm so envious.

Seeing that Qin Yu had stolen all his limelight the moment he arrived, Li Jun muttered resentfully in a low voice:

"Tch, what's so special about him? He just relies on his grandfather, the provincial governor."

Although Li Jun spoke very softly, Qin Yu's keen ears still heard him.

"What, Li Jun? What did you just say?"

Qin Yu pretended to listen intently and exclaimed in surprise.

Li Jun's lips twitched suddenly, then he snorted coldly:

"Hmph, you're just relying on your grandfather, the Inspector. If you're so capable, then rely on yourself."

"What do you care what they rely on? If they can't compete, then you just need to keep an eye on them!"

Liu Damao, who was standing to the side, walked over with a sarcastic and mocking expression.

Back then, he was rendered speechless by that statement.

Now, I can use this phrase to retaliate, and the feeling is indescribably satisfying.

"you!"

Li Jun's face turned ashen, and he angrily pointed at Qin Yu.

"What? You're not convinced? You want to try my little iron fist?"

Qin Yu walked over with a smile, looking down at Li Jun.

Upon hearing this, Li Jun's heart trembled instinctively, but he still feigned composure, clenching his fists tightly and speaking angrily in a deep voice;

"Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, don't bully young people into poverty!"