Interstellar Orphanage Cultivates Bai Ze Cubs to Be Omniscient and Omnipotent

But for the sake of the cubs, he had to humble himself.

"Fine, but isn't this going a bit too far? Raising it by 50,000 is one thing, but you're doubling it?!" Xiao Liang gritted his teeth. "Make it cheaper!"

"One million, take it or leave it." Old Zhou was smug. A big shot had contacted him wanting to rent, asking for 800,000 right off the bat. He had no choice but to ask these penniless guys to leave.

"You!..." The cold, serpentine pupils stared intently at Zhou Bapi, and Old Zhou broke out in a cold sweat, only then remembering how terrifying Xiao Liang had been four years ago.

At that time, he was sharp and ambitious, showing only a little tenderness to the egg in his arms. Old Zhou's mind raced, and he burst into tears instantly.

"Old Xiao, you have no idea how much I've suffered!" He slapped his thigh, tears welling in his eyes. "My good-for-nothing son went gambling, and if he can't pay back the money, he'll take my son's legs!!"

"You brat! Why did he have to learn gambling? What a disgrace to the family! What a disgrace to the family!!" Old Zhou wailed, while secretly observing Xiao Liang's expression.

Xiao Liang sneered: "You're better off without this son. The casino can just take him back."

"But we can't pay back that money, so now the son's debts are the father's responsibility, waaaaah!" he continued his performance.

"It's alright, I can help you," Xiao Liang said slowly. Old Zhou wiped the cold sweat from his brow and said angrily, "How would you, someone who's never had a child, know? No matter how bad my child is, he's still my child. How can I just stand by and watch him die?"

Xiao Liang stared intently at Lao Zhou's guilty face and said, "I'll give it to you in a week. Tell your brat to hold on a little longer."

"……I see."

After Xiao Liang left, Lao Zhou felt weak all over. But then he thought that no matter what, he wouldn't lose out, and he perked up again. He could easily make hundreds of thousands of yuan; he was so happy he could laugh in his dreams.

Hahahahaha! ! !

……

"What? One million?" Wen Ai exclaimed in surprise. This old Zhou is really shameless. Xiao Liang took a puff of his cigarette in annoyance and said, "I'm going to pick up some work. Tell the kids I'm going on a business trip. You'll have to keep an eye on things during this time."

"What are you going to do?" Wen Ai realized that Xiao Liang wasn't doing anything legitimate and disagreed with his suggestion.

"Then tell me, what should we do?" The smoke blurred Xiao Liang's face, concealing his resentment.

Wen Ai gritted her teeth: "Black market auction."

Xiao Liang's gaze was fixed on Wen Ai, and after a long while he smiled casually: "It seems that Teacher Wen has learned from Bai Long and has mastered all his skills."

Wen Ai met his gaze and said, "Dean Xiao is also very skilled; otherwise, how could he be a mercenary for the nobility?"

"Hehe, the past is past, not worth mentioning." After talking it out, the two trusted each other even more. "What do you want to do?"

“I have some medicine on hand, plus some savings, which should be enough to raise one million.”

Hearing this, Xiao Liang breathed a slight sigh of relief and joked, "Master Wen really has the money to back it up."

"Come on. You should know the black market better than I do."

Xiao Liang nodded. Before Wen Ai arrived, he had purchased all the medicines Leng Fan needed from the black market.

"I'll take care of this."

The children in the orphanage continued their school and daily lives as usual. Another tomato ripened, and this time everyone could get a whole, large tomato.

However, Wen Ze felt that the teacher's scent had changed.

The bamboo leaves had a slightly bitter taste, and the smell of meat floss on the dean's body had a damp quality.

What's going on here?

This made him somewhat uneasy, and his eyes couldn't help but follow Xiao Liang and Wen Ai, trying to find some clues.

But being a cub, the two adults noticed his unusual behavior first.

"What's wrong, Xiaoze?" Wen Ai looked at him with her warm, dark eyes, revealing a hint of worry.

Wen Ze rubbed the hem of his clothes and said, "Teachers, aren't you happy?"

Unexpectedly, his son asked that question. He blinked and smiled, "No."

"But, but you and the dean smell different from before," he said hesitantly.

Wen Ai then realized where Wen Ze's worries came from. He was surprised by his son's intuition and did not intend to burden him with the troubles of an adult.

"That's normal. Adults have their own worries, so the taste will be different." He chuckled, ruffling Wenze's little head. "You'll understand when you grow up, little one."

The usually obedient Wen Ze couldn't quite understand his words, stubbornly believing it to be an excuse commonly used by adults.

"Hmph, that's what the dean likes to say. He doesn't take us seriously at all."

Xiao Liang, thank you. Wen Ai gritted her teeth and could only rephrase her words to Wen Ze: "Some things don't need to bother you, little one. When you grow up, you'll have plenty of opportunities to bother me."

However, I hope you will never be troubled. Wen Ai thought silently.

"Really?" Wen Ze asked somewhat naively, sensing that Wen Ai didn't want him to continue paying attention, seemingly accepting this explanation.

"Yes, so what Xiaoze needs to do now is eat well and grow up quickly."

"it is good!"

But did Wenze give up on finding this secret?

not at all.