I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 431 Rest in Peace, My Old Friend (56)

While Cao Zheng was fighting for a loan and practicing his martial arts for the sake of the competition, Chen Yu also finished his cultivation for the day, yawning as he prepared for a snack.

Although today is Saturday, high school seniors don't have weekends.

Not just on weekends, but high school seniors should have no entertainment, no extracurricular reading, and no sex life! They must work hard like ascetics to please the unknown God of the College Entrance Examination and get a good score.

They must hide their secondary sexual characteristics; the boys must have buzz cuts and be abstinent and sterile, while the girls must be abstinent, sterile, and have buzz cuts.

Ten times the effort can get you into university, eleven times the effort can get you into a good university, and twenty times the effort can get you directly into Fengdu University!
However, all of the above fail in the face of results.

As a top scorer with a mock exam score of 460, Chen Yu can disregard any of the above rules.

Although his current grades are good enough for him to get into a decent major at the Xuanfa Sect, Chen Yu's goal is still archaeology.

This major is easy and fun; the feeling of digging out the history of the world bit by bit from the dust always gives people a unique sense of peace.

As he walked, Chen Yu checked the current loan status.

The situation isn't just good, it's exceptionally good.

Chenguang Co., Ltd. previously had 3 billion in working capital, but 300 million was spent on building the server and 300 million on creating the Dreamscape.

Afterwards, "Journey to the Abyss" has recouped its costs, and the second batch of dreams has been purchased by the Dream Star Lord, so overall, there was no loss. On the contrary, the current working capital has reached 3.1 billion.

After deducting the server expansion funds used by Dream Zero One, there are still 2 billion yuan left.

Every time Chen Yu conducted a self-audit, he felt it was utterly absurd.

Isn't it said that large-scale dream projects are just wasteful and extravagant vanity projects?

Is it a waste of money?
Where did the money I wanted go?!

Two negatives make a positive, right?
The factory is currently operating at half capacity. The CNC machine tools need to allocate some computing power to provide a sterile environment, which reduces the factory's current output and revenue.

Overall, the factory, hospital, and school are in a state of break-even. However, once Dream Zero One finishes organizing the servers, the factory's income will increase again, and then it will be more difficult to manage.

Fortunately, loans are now available.

Unlike the previous "Quiz Showdown", in "The Big Capitalist", the winner receives a loan amount instead of a prize.

This allows it to have a higher reward cap than the Quiz Showdown, reaching two thousand yuan.

Now, the 50,000 distributed dreams are starting to take effect, with nearly 100 million yuan being converted into loans every day.

If things continue to develop, I'll soon be able to use positive magic power!
In addition, Chen Yu had an unexpected surprise.

That is, the negative emotions I receive every day are constantly increasing, and yesterday's income was as high as 400,000.

This is partly due to the accumulation of previous dreams, but also thanks to the contribution of "The Big Capitalist".

The competition rules, set by the players themselves, put immense pressure on the participants, keeping them constantly on edge.

Moreover, players seem to compete in groups, which means that for every group that wins, three groups lose. Although only a portion of the negative emotions generated are absorbed by the players themselves, the amount still reaches 100,000 per day.

This unexpected joy truly gives one the feeling of finding money on the street.

"Although it's a small dream, it can be quite good sometimes if used properly. It can help me spend cash and also help me earn negative emotions. Such a good dream is rare. I would laugh in my sleep if I dreamed about it."

Chen Yu walked happily into the small restaurant, intending to treat himself to a meal, when he saw Zhong Zheng, Li Xiaotao (assistant from the Economics Department), the restaurant's female puppet waitress, and a middle-aged man with a bruised and swollen face throwing dice. Oh no, it's that little vixen I've never seen before.

Moreover, anyone who can hang out with a second-rate old fox like Zhong Zheng is probably no good.

The middle-aged man was burly and had a somewhat ferocious appearance. His once handsome face was covered with scars, and in many places it seemed that flesh had been gouged out, with newly grown skin resembling centipedes crawling across his face.

Although it is already autumn, the weather is still hot. The middle-aged man is still wearing a white shirt and a black vest, but he has rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his two arms that have been replaced with prosthetics.

Using his Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva medical skills to examine the area, Chen Yu gasped in astonishment.

The man's body from the neck down was entirely prosthetic.

This is a man with a story.

Upon seeing the other person, Chen Yu felt that he looked somewhat familiar.

After Zhong Zheng finished rolling the dice, he turned around and saw Chen Yu at the door. He waved and said, "Chen Yu, you've come at the right time. The president is back."

"President? The current president of the Tianyuan Cultivator Management Committee?"

"It's me," the scarred man said with a friendly smile. "I am the current president, Xi Tianluo."

The other person's smile had a special magic; when he smiled, his facial features would relax, instantly softening his originally ferocious appearance.

After shaking hands with the other person, Chen Yu could feel the coldness of the other person's prosthetic body and was filled with respect.

The other party also appears in his dream "Out of Control," and is even the main character.

He once escaped from the newspaper office building, escaped from the mental hospital, and was then rescued from prison by Teacher Zhao.

He once single-handedly exposed Ant Dali's scam, and now he travels all over Changsheng Prefecture, striving to unlock the regional lock of Tianyuan.

He was originally just an ordinary newspaper reporter, but with his courage, he tore open the darkness of Tianyuan and caused this malignant tumor to explode prematurely, preventing it from expanding further.

He was then elected as the current president of the Tianyuan Cultivator Management Committee, and began to painstakingly build a team, eventually forming the current core group.

Although he has been criticized for his lack of ability, Tianyuan does not have many strong management talents, and he has done his best.

Shaking the other person's hand again, Chen Yu said sincerely, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Chairman Xi."

"Oh, actually I've always wanted to meet you, but I haven't had the time until now. By the way, this is a pill formula left by the previous Tianyuan alchemist. The old gentleman entrusted it to me before he died, and now I have the opportunity to give it to you."

That old gentleman was the inventor of Ant Power.

Its initial intention was good, but capital is willing to do anything for profit, resulting in the continuous addition of various blood-burning pills and illegal ingredients, ultimately turning Ant Power into a banned drug.

After receiving the prescription, Chen Yu simulated it in his mind and discovered that it was an improved version of Ant Power.

It removed the blood-burning pill from Ant Power, minimizing costs, and used ant secretions.

Tianyuan now has over a billion Gold-Eating Ants, which can be used to test the effects of the pill formula and see if more pills can be made.

Seeing that Chen Yu had photographed the prescription and sent it to the short guy for study, Xi Tianlu smiled with satisfaction.

My old friend, now you can rest in peace.

(End of this chapter)