Searching for someone in northern Myanmar, and you call that earning tuition fees?

Li Changfeng, clutching the core, fled the dormitory building as if his life depended on it.

He felt as if he was holding not some high-tech device, but a time bomb that could send him and the entire Jiangnan University to their doom at any moment.

In the dormitory, Su Ming didn't care at all.

He stretched, feeling that the chores of this desert trip were finally over.

As a part-time worker with professional ethics, once the work is done, it's time to talk about money.

He picked up his phone, ready to proactively "collect the debt," when a call came in.

The caller ID showed Gu Changfeng.

"Hey, Mr. Gu, please settle the final payment." Su Ming got straight to the point, his tone assertive.

Fuel costs, equipment wear and tear, compensation for emotional distress... this job is not cheap.

On the other end of the phone, Gu Changfeng's voice trembled with excitement, his tone extremely respectful: "Mr. Su! Where are you? I'm coming right away! The payment is ready. Would you like cash or bank transfer? Or should I directly transfer shares of the group to you?"

Su Ming thought for a moment: "Let's transfer the money. Cash takes up space."

Half an hour later.

A Rolls-Royce Phantom led a convoy of four Mercedes-Benz S-Class cars, making quite a grand entrance at the gate of Jiangnan University.

The students, unaware of the situation, thought it was some super-rich second-generation kid who had come to register, and they all took out their phones to take pictures.

"Holy crap! This is incredible! Could it be the Prince of Dubai?"

Gu Weiguang was also sitting in the back seat. She had changed into clean clothes, but the image of the boy who used a slingshot to shoot down airplanes still lingered in her mind, to the point that reading any scientific literature felt like reading a fantasy novel.

Gu Changfeng personally opened the car door, followed by eight bodyguards in black and an elite lawyer carrying a briefcase and wearing gold-rimmed glasses. This entourage was even more imposing than a gangster boss's appearance in a movie.

"Where is Mr. Su?" Gu Changfeng asked anxiously.

Zhao Gang had come along, and now he saw everyone as a spy for "Black Fox." After scanning his surroundings warily, he straightened his back, as if reporting military intelligence: "Reporting, boss! We just received instructions from Mr. Su to change the meeting location!"

Gu Changfeng was taken aback: "Where?"

Zhao Gang cleared his throat and said in a serious tone, "The west gate of the school, in front of Mixue Ice Cream! Mr. Su said that we should not make any rash moves after we arrive, as he is drinking lemonade."

Gu Changfeng: "..."

Gu Weiguang: "..."

The group then drove in a grand procession to the West Gate.

Su Ming was wearing shorts and flip-flops, holding a four-yuan glass of lemonade, sipping it slowly.

Upon seeing Gu Changfeng, he took a sip of his lemonade and pointed to the bench next to him: "Sit."

Gu Changfeng dared not sit down. He bowed deeply to Su Ming, saying, "Mr. Su, I will never forget your life-saving grace!"

Gu Weiguang also got out of the car, looked at the young man in front of him, hesitated several times before finally saying softly, "Thank you."

Gu Weiguang couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "The end of science is metaphysics; the ancients were right."

The lawyer immediately stepped forward, opened his briefcase, and handed over a document.

"Mr. Su, this is the equity transfer agreement for 15% of Gu's Group. After you sign it, you will become the second largest shareholder of our group from today onwards."

These words made the students passing by feel weak in the knees, and they almost knelt down on the spot.

What kind of incredible plot is this? Giving away shares at the entrance of Mixue Ice Cream?

Su Ming didn't even glance at the agreement, simply waving his hand: "Too much trouble, I only accept cash transfers for my part-time job."

He paused, then added, "After tax."

Gu Changfeng was stunned, and so was Gu Weiguang.

Too much trouble? Cash only?

This guy's thought process is definitely different from ordinary people.

Converting 15% of the equity into cash? That would be enough to instantly evaporate the group's cash flow. But Gu Changfeng's mind raced—he couldn't touch the company's foundation, but he absolutely couldn't offend this guy!

He reacted instantly, grabbed the phone, and roared, "Put the shares in the foundation for safekeeping first; they're reserved for Mr. Su! Now, immediately transfer 500 million in cash from my personal account! Listen, this money isn't going through the company account; it's my personal money, and the taxes are crystal clear! Notify head office to use the highest authority to transfer it immediately! If you delay Mr. Su from receiving the money, you're all fired!"

Fifteen minutes later, at the headquarters of the largest bank in downtown Jiangnan City.

The VIP reception room on the top floor was completely emptied, and the bank manager personally served tea and water, his forehead covered in sweat from nervousness.

When Su Ming gave out his ordinary savings card number, the entire bank's risk control system almost crashed on the spot due to this astronomical transfer.

"Ding!"

A text message popped up on his phone. Looking at the long string of zeros, Su Ming nodded calmly.

"Mr. Gu, it was a pleasure doing business with you. Remember to contact me next time you need work, and I'll give you a 20% discount."

After saying that, he turned and left, concealing his merits and fame.

"Mr. Su!" Gu Changfeng caught up, holding a gold-embossed business card. "This is my personal phone number, available 24/7! From now on, whatever you need in China, no, anywhere in the world, just say the word, and I, Gu Changfeng, will do anything for you, even if it means going bankrupt!"

Su Ming accepted the business card and walked out of the bank.

Instead of returning to school, he took a taxi to the outskirts of the city.

There is a "Sunshine Welfare Home" there, which is where he grew up.

The orphanage was dilapidated. When Director Zhao saw Su Ming, he beamed from ear to ear: "Little Ming's back! How's university life?"

"That's fine, Dean." Su Ming smiled and took out a bank card from his bag. "Please take this."

"What is this?"

"I've earned some money to improve my younger siblings' meals."

Dean Zhao didn't think much of it, assuming it was a scholarship of several thousand yuan, so he took the card to the ATM next door to check the balance.

One minute later.

Dean Zhao, clutching his chest, was helped out by two teachers, muttering, "So many zeros... I can't count them all... Quick, call 120..."

Su Ming sighed.

It seems that next time we should donate supplies directly.

He said to the terrified orphanage teacher standing nearby, "Don't expand the orphanage."

"what?"

"Let's just buy all the land around here and build a science park or something," Su Ming thought for a moment and added, "How about calling it... Su Ming Science Park? Forget it, that's too corny. Let's call it 'Light Chaser' Science Park."

He hopes that every child who leaves this place will become someone who chases the light.

Go chase after those...lights he can no longer reach.