god of tomorrow

"What a joke! Me, liking him?!"

Hervy laughed and brought up the old topic again: Gawain was good at everything except being handsome, humorous, talented, good at making money, and knowledgeable in chaos magic.

"Lily, listen to me carefully. I brought him in to find you a knight, to help you. Don't you dare slander me again!"

You're so kind of helping me, but you're completely refusing to talk about your own ulterior motives!

Lily was having a serious heart-to-heart talk with Hervy, and slowly said while picking up her teacup: "With his talent, he is definitely not from an ordinary commoner background. You should have investigated him before you recruited him into the news agency. As a nobleman, and not just a minor nobleman, would the education he received from childhood allow him to be easily moved by you and follow you?"

The smell of sunshine!

It must be an extremely ancient family.

Herwi frowned, and after Lily took a sip of tea, she said, "You mean, he comes from a prominent family, and even if he's not the heir, he already has a fiancée."

"puff---"

Who told you to pay attention to this? It's important...

Oh, that's quite important to you.

Lily raised her hand to cover her face, angrily saying, "Yes, that's exactly what I mean. Gawain has a fiancée, so you'd better not like him!"

"I never liked it in the first place."

"..."

I'm tired, that's enough. As long as you're happy!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

South Campus, male dormitory area.

"puff---"

The same scene of spitting out tea also occurred, but instead of tea, it was coffee.

The one who was spitting out coffee wasn't the usually calm and collected Hugh, but Hill. After learning that Gawain had taken Hervy to a hotel and had a carefree night, she was completely distraught.

"You actually managed to defeat the Red-Haired Demon King! I've never been impressed by anyone in my life..."

Hill had previously exaggerated the affair between Gawain and Hervy, just for fun, but little did she know that Gawain was both tall and hard, and that Hervy had gotten a real taste of his love.

Wonderful!

Hillababa chattered on and on, then his eyes lit up. He wanted to anonymously report the matter to the school newspaper so that Herwi would also experience the taste of school violence. Suddenly, he remembered that Herwi was the president of the news club, and his vision went black.

"Criminal forces control the school's public opinion. Who will speak up for honest people like us?"

Hill suddenly looked at Gawain, tears streaming down her face as she spoke with great emotion, lamenting the bullying she had suffered: "Cousin, just like the Red-Haired Demon King bullied me before, you should bully her the same way from now on. Don't pity her just because she's pretty."

Then you might as well kneel down and beg her, because she'll let you go since you're an oddball!

Gawain only mentioned booking a hotel room and nothing else, so he didn't care what Hill and Hugh imagined.

It's their own unhealthy thinking that led them astray; Gao himself didn't think that far ahead!

As for Hill constantly referring to her as "cousin," asking him to deal with Hervy is clearly asking the wrong person; he's not capable of that. Besides, the "cousin" she's talking about is worthless; she even called him "daddy" last time just to get into Frey's meditation class.

"That damned red-haired demon king! He stole my youth at school, and he even stole my brothers! He's chasing after me like a bull!"

Seeing that Gawain had become possessive of his food after eating fermented soybean paste and refused to associate with his brothers anymore, Hill was heartbroken and asked his real cousin Hugh to pour him a cup of coffee.

I didn't spray it on Gao Wen's face.

Chapter 57 That Year I Was Eighteen, Standing Like a Minion in the Underworld

"Gawain, would you like a drink?" Hugh asked politely.

"That's fine, I haven't slept all night and I'm a bit tired."

Gao Wen shook his neck; his shoulders were stiff from meditating all night.

What was said meant something, but what was heard even more so. Before Gawain could even take the coffee, it was snatched away by Hill, who was filled with envy and jealousy.

"Ton ton ton—"

"Aren't you afraid of getting burned?"

"I'd rather be burned to death!"

Hill continued to vent his resentment. He also wanted to book a room with his senior, but as soon as the House of Commons approved the funding, he was chased by the news agency. He watched as Gawain realized his dream and was so envious that he was about to have his plasmolysis break: "Coffee is a drink for poor people. You rich people can just sleep when you're tired. You don't deserve to drink coffee."

"What nonsense are you talking about? You're the richest person here."

Gawain was too lazy to waste words with Hill, his face contorted with jealousy, but he wanted to talk to the heir of the Blue Hair family about how to achieve financial freedom quickly, so he changed the subject and naturally moved on to Hill's area of ​​expertise.

"Hehe, when it comes to making money, everyone here is a cousin."

Hill raised an eyebrow; it was finally his turn to show off. He grunted and told Hugh to refill his coffee, then lowered his voice and said, "My two cousins, to be honest, the really profitable businesses are all listed in the criminal code."

Skip this part! x2

Gao Wen and Xiu both shook their heads.

“Hill, you know me. I’ve always been law-abiding since I was a child. Every time I see an old lady crossing the road, I advise people to help her. I just want to do legitimate business.”

"What a joke, how do you make money in a legitimate business?"

Hill scoffed: "Take our Griffith family for example. We only do legitimate business. If we were to abandon our children and servants, they would have left me long ago."

“That example is wrong. The Griffith family is backed by His Majesty the King.” Gawain shook his head repeatedly. The Griffith family’s business did not violate any principles because His Majesty the King was the principle.

“The example is correct. The Griffith family has His Majesty the King, and you also have a family behind you.” Hill shrugged, the logic was that simple.

That's what they say...

If Gawain had access to his family's upward mobility channels, he would have gone to curry favor with them long ago. When it comes to relying entirely on his father, he believes he is no less capable than anyone else, and his abilities are not much worse than Hill's.

This isn't because she's lost her memory and can't find her adoptive father, so she's thinking of making it on her own!

“Hill, Hugh, I said when I first came to the dorm that from the moment I stepped into the school gates, my future path is only under my own feet. I will not rely on my family. Everything I want, I will only get with my own hands.” Gao Wenzhen spoke, standing up and using the wall lamp to make himself appear noble and righteous.

Hugh nodded with a faint smile, while Hill rolled his eyes twice, took out a cigarette to light it for Gawain, but couldn't find it, remembering that he had already quit smoking.

"Cousin, you won't make any money if you really rely on yourself."

Hill sighed. Throughout the entire continent, all avenues for making money were monopolized. Above were the church and the royal family, below were nobles and guilds. The power of converting power into cash disrupted all upward mobility.

Leaving aside other countries, in the Kingdom of Jinyao, commerce has already been thoroughly mastered by the major merchant guilds.

If you want to do business, you have to join the chamber of commerce, and joining the chamber of commerce requires paying fees, which you have to pay every year. You can choose not to pay, but you'll face malicious competition from other members of the chamber of commerce and the personal manipulation of the chamber's shareholders and elites.

The Kingdom of Jinyao has 28 provinces, each with its own noble fiefdoms. Opening a business means being fleeced, and passing through a border means being fleeced again. Ordinary people are treated like韭菜 (leeks) upon entry, and after two years they become韭菜盒 (leek pancakes).

Hill advised Gawain to rely on his own heart, honestly go home and inherit his vast fortune, along with his hundreds of servants.

"No, I want to rely on myself."

Gao Wen pointed to himself and said, "Who says I can't rely on myself? I have connections, like my two roommates."

"..." x2

You got into this dorm because of your family background, and you call that relying on yourself? x2

Hill couldn't refute Gawain's words, figuring that Gawain was just playing around, throwing money around to make a splash, and joined in the fun, saying, "Coincidentally, I have a way. The atmosphere in the university town is getting worse and worse, and our Griffith family plans to enter the bath industry and reshuffle and rebuild industry standards."

Are you sure it's your family that's entering the bathing industry, and not you?

Don't think I don't know, you little brat, you want to be the Yellow Emperor!

Gawain glanced at Hill suspiciously, feeling that he was very unreliable. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, inspired by Hill's statement that "having sex is the primary productive force": "Hey, I've been thinking about a question, why do necromancers only resurrect skeletons as cannon fodder?"

"So fresh, sent to the factory assembly line?" Hill countered.

As expected of you, kid, you're dripping with the blood of capital from head to toe, and every word you utter is like a ghost factory. Even the devil would tattoo you down if he came.

Gao Wen said he had learned something, and that in the future, when he could summon skeletons on a large scale, he would set up an assembly line and become the factory manager.

Right now, that won't work. I can only do some handicrafts and sell patents to make quick money.

"What I mean is, before resurrecting the dead, wrap a layer of rubber around the bones... make them the same size... and then summon the dead to resurrect them."

Gawain looked at Hill expectantly, hoping the capitalist's son would give his opinion: was there any potential in combining a skull with silicone?

Admittedly, there are still shortcomings in the technology, and many problems have not yet been solved.

For example, when selling, are you selling a product or a necromancer contract? How can a mindless undead understand your commands?

Minor problems; these can be solved as long as Hill is willing to be an angel investor and recruit a group of college interns.

"No way, the Mechanical Engineering department already has a finished product of what you're talking about," Hill said, pouring cold water on the idea.

"What? They've invented robots?" Gawain was shocked, never expecting that industry had developed to this extent.

"They devised a metal support structure, a silicone outer layer, it was featured in the school newspaper, and they even have a patent..."

Hill reveals the harsh truth: don't ask him how he knows, he has a friend who bought several items that were the same as those worn by his idols out of curiosity, and now they're just gathering dust in the warehouse.

Gao Wen was deeply discouraged and then asked, "How about opening a restaurant?"

A buffet is definitely not an option. Market research these days shows that opening a buffet restaurant in a university town is a dead end.

Taking the high-end route, according to the standards of Shanghai locals, the plate should be large, the quantity small, with a blade of grass in the empty space; smear some sauce, sprinkle some crumbs, and sell it for 68,000 yuan.

"That won't work either, there are already such luxury restaurants."

Hill blinked. This time it wasn't a friend; his family owned the first and second largest luxury restaurants in Silver City.

Gao Wen gritted his teeth. Nothing worked, so he had to resort to Boss Wang's trump card: "It works. Many companies make a quick buck from shareholders right after they open."

"..." x2

So after all that talk, you never intended to do any legitimate business...

No, why are you looking at me like that? Do you want to be my shareholder?

Hill was furious: "This is outrageous! If you need money, just tell your family. Why did you lie to me for seed money?"

Hugh, standing nearby, was also puzzled and asked the crucial question: "Gawain, why are you suddenly so concerned about making money today?"

Neither of them thought Gao Wen was short of money; the fact that he was in this dormitory was the best proof of that. Unless Gao Wen was serious about relying solely on himself and never taking a penny from his family.

"Ugh!"

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