Starting as an infant, with parents who are blond-haired delinquents?

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So he tried every means to make money to fill the void in his heart, which was pure emotional exhaustion.

"Let me tell you, my son is a martial artist. Guess how much money they make from each mission he goes on!"

"How much?" The elementary school student was attracted by him.

"Two million!"

"Hahaha, what a load of bull! How old could your son be to earn two million? If so, why would you need to sell us cigarette cards?"

"Hahaha…"

"Don't laugh," Zhang Huolong said earnestly, patting the children on the shoulder. "Study hard, learn well, and strive to be as successful as my son, Chaoqiang..."

Work and rest should be balanced; don't let playthings distract you from your studies. Sigh.

The children were stunned by what he said.

When you were buying the cards for us earlier, why didn't you say that indulging in frivolous pursuits was a waste of time? Why are you saying it now?

It's simple, because Zhang Huolong has already sold almost all the cards...

The last card, a pack of Hongtashan cigarette cards costing 6 yuan, was practically unwanted, so Zhang Huolong threw it directly into the trash can. Then, pointing to his will-o'-the-wisp, he said to the group of children:

"See these glowing stones in my car? Do you know how much one of them costs?"

"Over a thousand yuan worth of stones were inlaid in the entire car, totaling about 100,000 yuan. My son bought all of these for me!"

"Tch, another lie, bragging! With your crappy tattoo and that lousy will-o'-the-wisp, it looks like a plastic lamp!"

Zhang Huolong whizzed past them and went home with a flourish.

With a ding, the sound rang in Zhang Chaoqiang's mind while he was still in the midst of his thoughts.

The goal is to uncover the secrets behind the father's hard work.

As the whistleblower put it, Zhang Huolong was too eager to demonstrate his value. Although his son and wife loved him as always, he was inevitably suffering from mental exhaustion.

He also knew that earning two million at once might not bring happiness to an ordinary family, but rather a sense of bewilderment.

Then there's the difference in elevation.

Watch all of this quietly.

Even after Zhang Huolong left, the children were still pointing and whispering.

"Where did this idiot come from? His son can earn two million from one task, is that in-game currency?"

"Haha, I only get 5,000 gold coins for completing a quest in the game. That guy is really bragging."

"Judging by his appearance, he's not much older than us, yet he talks even more exaggeratedly than those 'old Dengs'..."

The group was whispering among themselves when suddenly one of the skinny kids was caught red-handed by his parent, who grabbed the skinny kid's ear with a hook.

"Instead of doing your homework, you're playing around here and pointing fingers behind people's backs. Do you know who that person was? His son is Zhang Chaoqiang! Have you ever heard of Zhang Chaoqiang?"

"That once-in-a-century genius? A first-tier martial artist who was exceptionally admitted to a high school martial arts academy after graduating from elementary school?"

There was a gasp from the side…

The parent glanced at the group of kids and then said earnestly to his own child, "You're making fun of others now? If you were even one percent as obedient and excellent as Zhang Chaoqiang, I wouldn't care how much you played every day!"

The parents pulled the skinny kid away, not even having time to take his cigarette card, which was then divided among the other kids. They muttered, "Zhang Chaoqiang's dad is really strange. So what he said earlier was all true?"

"The stones embedded in his car are worth a total of 100,000 yuan?"

"Or, we could secretly..."

"Are you asking for death? If their martial arts son finds out, you'd better watch out!"

"That stone could be exchanged for so many cards..." Some people still have their eyes on it.

Before anyone knew it, Zhang Chaoqiang had jumped down from the tree and retrieved the Hongtashan cigarette card that Zhang Huolong had discarded before leaving from the trash can.

Well, it's impossible to expose my own father, so I can only use some special methods to help him regain some satisfaction and sense of accomplishment.

Can I play with you guys?

Zhang Chaoqiang walked into the crowd, and the child saw that he was holding one of the cheapest Hongtashan banknotes, but ignored him completely.

The value is not equal.

"You can take the card if you beat me once, but it only counts if I win three times, okay?"

Finally, a primary school student fell into Zhang Chaoqiang's trap.

The rules are simple: you roughly decide the order by playing rock-paper-scissors, and then flip the cards over to take the corresponding card.

Zhang Chaoqiang didn't need to use any moves at all. His control over his body made it easy for him to perform such a simple action as slapping the wind to blow the card over.

Twenty minutes later, Zhang Chaoqiang's small phone watch rang.

"We asked Chaoqiang to find her husband, but Chaoqiang has disappeared instead..."

Zhang Chaoqiang had no time to pay attention, because he was holding a box full of cigarette cards, probably two or three hundred of them.

He beat all the elementary school students in the neighborhood.

Over the next few days, Zhang Huolong thought he had struck gold.

You can always find huge piles of cigarette cards from all sorts of places.

Then they sell them to the local elementary school students...

They had just sold out when Zhang Chaoqiang appeared in front of them.

In twenty minutes, we will win back all the cards in their hands.

Over time, a seamless industrial chain was formed. Zhang Huolong, who controlled the supply of cigarette cards around Pingshui Street, felt sorry for these kids wasting money.

By proactively lowering the price of cigarette cards, and because there are enough of them, the change in their selling price will directly affect the value of cigarette cards in the entire market.

Even the price of goods sold between students is determined based on Zhang Huolong's selling price.

In other words, Zhang Huolong is already considered an entrepreneur on this street.

Sometimes, Zhang Huolong's peak daily sales can reach 500 yuan!

He became the leader of the neighborhood kids and completely tapped into the market of elementary school students.

For the first few days, Zhang Chaoqiang helped Zhang Huolong, but later he stopped. This was because Zhang Huolong realized that selling alone wasn't sustainable.

So Zhang Huolong began a series of transformations. Zhang Chaoqiang believed he really had a business mind. He went from pure sales to becoming an intermediary, checking the condition of the cards and assisting with transactions, earning a one or two yuan commission in the process, and controlling prices...

Then they gradually began to cooperate with shops around the school to buy up large quantities of empty cigarette boxes.

As the business grew larger, Zhang Huolong gradually stabilized, and earning 500 coins a day was no problem.

As long as you stand in the right place at the right time, even a sow can fly!

……

In school, Zhang Chaoqiang has once again been given a strange nickname by the entire school these past few days.

They learned that every effective blow, whether intentional or unintentional, inflicted by a martial artist could grant them the number of times they could become a "living bodhisattva".

Zhang Chaoqiang has started to act like a completely inhuman person.

Since no one in the school wants to be my opponent, I have no choice but to find another shortcut. My goal is to complete 1000 attempts before I can finish one round...

There's no other choice but to rely on my liver.

However, Zhang Chaoqiang's dedication to achieving his growth goals is simply beyond comprehension...

Chapter 140 Things always take strange turns.

Zhang Chaoqiang is very strange.

At least that's what the students think.

However, none of this matters, because the thinking and actions of geniuses cannot be understood using common sense.

Furthermore, teachers also need to re-evaluate their views on Zhang Chaoqiang.

For nearly a week…

Everything Zhang Chaoqiang does is based on the goal of improving his physical condition.

When the whole world was unwilling to fight Zhang Chaoqiang with pure physical strength.

Zhu Bobi, in particular, was traumatized by this and refused to believe Zhang Chaoqiang's explanations...

Even if I leave the whole world aside, at least I still have Tan Yue to use as a target for completing tasks.

Previously, Tan Yue would pester Zhang Chaoqiang all day long for practical training.

But now, the whole behavior has been completely reversed.

Pure camaraderie, pure physical combat.

After working on her mindset, Zhang Chaoqiang used his physical body to resist the fragmented spirit armor she wore, allowing the two to avoid direct physical contact.

We've finally achieved our first goal!

But after taking a look…

【活跃身体】：战斗30场，1/30，内脏+0.02。0/25

【肉身菩萨】：被击打1000次，10/1000躯体+0.03。0/15

【百人斩或被百人斩】：胜利或者失败的场次累积每100场，1/100，精神+0.03。0/15

This road is truly long and arduous…

Logically speaking, every time a hand-to-hand combat occurs...

It takes at least five minutes, which is the time it takes to break between classes.

Thinking about it, I realized that this goal was really ridiculous.

How much effort and time would it take to complete this?

The students sensed that the atmosphere in the class had changed, becoming more ambiguous.

"Let's go, Tan Yue!"