I am the Immortal Emperor, and I am VIP 50.

It was noon, and the bell rang for the fourth period. Zhou Yu took a folder and walked out of the classroom to the school cafeteria.

After waiting for a long time, Zhou Yu finally spotted Liang Yanbo's face in the crowd of people coming to eat.

"Uh, um, um," Zhou Yu greeted him, then looked around and, not seeing that familiar face, asked, "Where's Gao Ying?"

"As for Gao Ying, since classes just started today, the teacher kept her after school for extra lessons to help her catch up," Liang Yanbo casually replied, holding a textbook in his hand.

Zhou Yu glanced at it; it read "The Return to Truth Breathing Method".

"What is this?"

"This is the teaching material for Reiki classes. You've never seen it before, have you? It's 200 yuan per session. You can touch it."

To seize the young?

Two hundred yuan is enough for me to get an injection, and you only want me to touch it?

Do you know that 200 yuan is enough for a vegetarian bath outside?

Zhou Yu curled his lip, unwilling to associate with such a shrewd businessman. "Tsk, isn't Gao Ying here? That's troublesome. I was hoping she could do me a favor."

"What are you trying to do now? Gao Ying has awakened her spiritual energy and is no longer on the same level as you. Stop bothering her. Her goal is to take the college entrance exam in a little over a year."

Zhou Yu shook his head, a troubled expression on his face. "No, it's a matter of life and death."

Upon hearing this, Liang Yanbo's expression turned serious. "Is it serious?"

"It's serious, but I don't necessarily need Gao Ying's help. You can help too."

After all, they were classmates. Since he was in trouble, and it was so serious, Liang Yanbo wouldn't just stand by and watch him die. "How can I help you? Tell me, and I'll do my best."

Zhou Yu was immediately delighted. "Treat me to a meal, my meal card is out of money."

Liang Yanbo: "..."

Zhou Yu: "..."

"Is this something that concerns your life or death?"

"If we can't even afford to eat, isn't this a matter of life and death?"

Liang Yanbo gave him a very disdainful look. "Fine, fine, I'll treat you then. By the way, what are you holding in your hand?"

Zhou Yu replied, "It's not important, this is what I'm going to do in a bit."

Feeling a bit suspicious, Liang Yanbo didn't say anything, but simply followed Zhou Yu into the cafeteria and handed him his meal card, saying, "Here, use it."

Zhou Yu looked at Liang Yanbo, who was standing outside the queue, with a puzzled expression, and asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"We have a special window over there," Liang Yanbo pointed to another window in the cafeteria, "specifically for us students who have awakened our spiritual energy."

Zhou Yu: "..."

walk slowly.

After getting their food, Zhou Yu returned the meal card to Liang Yanbo. After Liang Yanbo finished getting his food, the two of them found a place to sit down.

It was then that Zhou Yu realized something.

"Hey, we're both eating the school's set meals, so why are yours different from mine?"

His plate contained three dishes and a soup, with only one meat dish, and the amount of meat was so small that it was almost invisible without a microscope.

But Liang Yanbo's plate was full of meat dishes, and the meat was huge. Just from the appearance alone, Liang Yanbo's set meal seemed to be about ten yuan more expensive than mine.

Liang Yanbo simply said calmly, "You've awakened your spiritual energy, so you can enjoy it too."

Zhou Yu: "Defying the heavens."

After finding a place to sit down, Zhou Yu devoured his lunch in no time, like a whirlwind.

Liang Yanbo looked at him suspiciously, wondering what this guy was up to. Was someone chasing him?

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Yu, who had finished eating, wiped his mouth, took out a piece of white paper covered with writing from his folder, stood up, and walked over to another classmate who was still eating.

"Excuse me, student."

The classmate who was stuffing meatballs into his mouth looked up at him.

Zhou Yu handed the paper in his hand to him.

"Are you interested in learning about personal investment?"

The students eating lunch: "..."

Liang Yanbo: "..."

No, what the hell are you going to do?

"Here's the thing," Zhou Yu said, sitting down opposite the man regardless of whether he had refused or not. Pointing to the contents of the white paper, he continued, "I currently have two excellent investment projects. The first requires an investment of 100 yuan, and the second requires an investment of 200 yuan. You'll reap rewards you never imagined!"

The student eating swallowed the meatball and asked, "What's the difference between these two projects?"

Zhou Yu's eyes narrowed. "You have a good eye. The results of the two projects... are completely the same!"

Liang Yanbo and his classmates at lunch: "..."

"But!" Zhou Yu suddenly said in a low voice, "The second project is time-limited; if you don't invest now, you won't be able to later!"

The student hesitated for a moment, then got up, picked up his plate, sat down in a relatively far place, and continued to stuff food into his mouth.

"Strange," Zhou Yu squinted, "I think my marketing was very successful."

Liang Yanbo put a mouthful of food in his mouth, chewed and swallowed it, and then sighed.

"What else is this but idiot?"

Zhou Yu sat back down. "You don't know anything! That guy definitely doesn't understand investing. I need to find someone who knows..."

Liang Yanbo replied, "You shouldn't be looking for someone who knows the stuff, but someone who's got a problem in their head."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yu remained silent for a moment.

"Would you like to invest in me?"

"Fuck you, Feng."

"You have no manners at all!" Zhou Yu muttered, then suddenly noticed someone walking into the cafeteria.

Gao Ying, looking utterly miserable, sat down next to the two of them and buried her head in the table. "Waaah... I never want to go to class again..."

"Perfect timing, someone with a screw loose has arrived," Liang Yanbo said. "Why don't you ask her if she'd be willing to invest in you?"

Zhou Yu didn't speak. He had already borrowed eight hundred from Gao Ying, and even someone as shameless as him was too embarrassed to ask for more.

"Huh? Investment? What kind of investment?" Gao Ying suddenly opened her eyes. "Right, didn't you ask me for help? What kind of help did you need?"

Zhou Yu took out the list in his hand. "This is it. Please help me promote it and see if any students in the school are interested in investing."

Taking the form from Zhou Yu, Gao Ying glanced at it first, then exclaimed in surprise, "Such a good thing?"

"See, that's what a knowledgeable person is," Zhou Yu nodded in agreement. "In our Qingcheng dialect, Liang Yanbo's behavior is like a dog chasing a motorcycle—he doesn't understand science."

Liang Yanbo put down his chopsticks and looked at the two of them with a speechless expression.

"Do you two even know what the term 'illegal fundraising' is?"

Gao Ying: "Huh? Is this illegal?"

Liang Yanbo replied, "I was just mentioning it briefly. As for whether it will be judged as illegal fundraising, I don't know, it's just a possibility."

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that Zhou Yu was silent. "What's wrong? Have you realized the seriousness of the problem?"

Zhou Yu suddenly looked up and asked in a low voice.

"This illegal fundraising scheme you mentioned...did he make a lot of money?"

Liang Yanbo: "..."