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

Chapter 82 Confiscating Property!

Having received the money, Ma Daqiang and Liu Qing were immediately in high spirits.

Looking intently at Chen Yu, the two asked in unison, "Godfather, what are we going to do?"

"Since we're going to work together to create dreams, we need to agree on the theme and genre first. Let's first determine the purpose of our dreams, which is to break people's defenses."

"Why would you want to break down someone's defenses?" Ma Daqiang asked疑惑地问道, "Can't dreams just make people feel good? Why can't the enjoyment strengthen their Dao heart?"

"It's not impossible, but the Dao Heart is like a muscle; it's more effective to destroy and rebuild it repeatedly. The method you mentioned is slower to take effect, and we don't have much time right now."

Moreover, Chen Yu needs to collect negative emotions, so it's obviously more beneficial to break someone's defenses at this time.

After determining the dream objectives, Chen Yu specifically gave them three days to collect materials. Now they can look at the previous award-winning works and the dreams that Huo De Xing Jun had used as tests.

Leaning back in his chair, Chen Yu called out to Zhong Zheng, whose smile was somewhat lewd, "Master Zhong..."

“Just call me Brother Zhong,” Zhong Zheng said immediately. “Anyway, I’m not much older than you guys.”

"...A hundred years old is still a few years old, right?"

"Of course! A hundred years may seem like a long time to you, but in the grand scheme of things, it's just a fleeting moment, so we..."

Dissatisfied, Chen Yu interrupted the other party and said, "Please give us the data from previous years."

"……OK."

With a shake of the Human Emperor's Banner, a Holy Spirit fell out and rolled to the side of Chen Yu and the other two.

This is a ghost cultivator who looks like an infant, with plump arms and legs and a chubby face that evokes paternal instincts in anyone who sees him.

The other person's bewildered look is especially endearing.

But Zhong Zheng's next words immediately dispelled everyone's goodwill towards him:
"That's a ghost cultivator, already two hundred years old. Don't let his young age fool you, he violated the rules by establishing his foundation and using magic illegally. He stole from three universities to learn magic, causing a loss of three million during his escape. He's currently serving a sentence of two hundred and ten years."

Once his identity was exposed, the ghost cultivator stopped pretending.

He picked his nose, angrily put aside the documents Chen Yu needed, and then returned to the Human Emperor Flag without looking back, incidentally kicking Zhong Zheng, but missing him.

Zhong Zheng ignored the ghost cultivator's actions, flipped his head, and continued to engage in the dream: "See? Ghost cultivators are all unruly. What decent person would become a ghost cultivator? In short, be careful when you see a ghost cultivator. Nine out of ten ghost cultivators are liars, and the other one is a committee member."

"Seeing you makes me feel very convinced."

"Of course, but I love the way they can't stand me but can't do anything about it."

Picking up the information left behind by the ghost cultivator, Chen Yu tried to copy it by silently reciting it in his mind, and then he saw the information in front of him split into three parts.

Keeping one copy for himself and giving one copy to each of the other two, Chen Yu sent the information to his phone and then drifted into a dream.

The information provided by the ghost cultivator includes award-winning works from the past decade and Star Lord's dreams, from which one can see Star Lord's preferences and changes over the years.

Since the Fire God is in charge of the Inquiry Day, the dream must conform to the Fire God's preferences in order to stand out.

As the star deity in charge of morality, the Fire Deity enjoys posing various moral riddles to test the candidates' moral resolve.

Upon entering the dream realm dominated by the Fire God, Chen Yu felt a sense of disorientation and then forgot how he had gotten there.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Wake up, Your Majesty!"

Someone is pushing me, the movement is not strong, and it even feels a little comfortable.

Looking closely, Chen Yu saw a eunuch standing beside him, looking at him with a sorrowful expression.

The other person was middle-aged, but looked well-maintained.

He had been overworking lately, so his eyes were sunken and dark, and his voice was trembling. Rubbing his head, Chen Yu felt his mind was dull.

I feel like I'm here, but I also feel like I'm not. This confused feeling is a bit like a hangover; I just don't feel very comfortable.

Sitting on the dragon throne, he asked in confusion, "Who am I, and what's going on?"

The eunuch before him wore a sorrowful expression, yet there was also a hint of relief: "You are His Majesty! The rebels have invaded; let's escape quickly!"

"Escape? What are you trying to escape from? Fight back! How many soldiers do I have?"

"The Imperial Guards number 100,000, but there's no money to pay their salaries, and now they're all disobedient."

"What about the money?"

"I don't know. All I know is that the national treasury is empty and we really can't come up with any money. You asked the ministers to donate money before, but they also said they had no money. In the end, we managed to scrape together two thousand taels, which is not enough at all. So Your Majesty, let's just escape."

"How many rebels are there?"

"Half a million."

Pinching his chin, Chen Yu sensed something was wrong.

"I usually collect taxes at 120%, how did they manage to raise a rebel army? Wait, when did I become emperor? Haven't I always been the interstellar governor?"

Rubbing his head, Chen Yu felt a moment of dizziness, but thankfully recovered quickly.

Although his spirits had recovered, he always felt that his consciousness was not keeping up, and he always had an urge to go to the back mountain to find a crooked tree and hang himself.

Looking at the eunuch beside him, Chen Yu asked, "What is your name?"

"Your Majesty, I am Wang Zhi. You have always called me Banban."

"Oh, then, Your Excellency, is the minister truly broke, or is he pretending to be broke?"

Wang Zhi pondered for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I can't quite explain it, but I saw that the Grand Secretary wore four layers of clothing when he went to court. The outermost layer had patches, but the inner layers were new."

“He has deceived the emperor and is already courting death. Wang Banban, take two thousand taels of silver and let’s go find the Imperial Guards.”

Upon finding the head of the Imperial Guard, Chen Yu discovered that the man was not interested in him and was even somewhat indifferent.

Upon seeing Chen Yu for the first time, the other party coldly said, "Greetings, Your Majesty. Is Your Majesty here to distribute salaries?"

Noticing Chen Yu was in a daze, Wang Zhi quickly said, "General Li, His Majesty is overworked and is still a little absent-minded. Please tell me how much pay the Imperial Guards owe."

General Li's expression remained somewhat cold: "The 100,000 Imperial Guards each received 15 taels of silver per year, and now they are already 1.5 million taels in arrears."

Upon learning the numbers, Chen Yu immediately said, "I see. Then lend me a hundred men first. Here is two thousand taels. One thousand five hundred taels is the soldiers' pay, and the rest can be used by the general for drinking."

When Chen Yu saw Wang Zhi pull out two thousand taels of silver from his pocket, he was a little lost in thought again.

Where did he hide the silver before?

And why did I feel so comfortable seeing Wang Zhi taking out money?
Giving money really does make people happy.

Seeing Wang Zhi take out the money, the general's expression finally softened, but he still said coldly, "Fine. Then I'll accompany His Majesty. What does His Majesty want to do?"

"Copy the house."

"Ok?"

(End of this chapter)