Reborn as a high school freshman with an awakened system, a fat boy transforms into a male god.

Sunday afternoon.

Lin Bei sat at his desk when his phone vibrated.

He picked it up and saw it was a QQ message from Chen Guodong: "Xiao Lin, I sent it to your email. The data for the old city area in the south of the city is the industry consensus version, not the official final version, but it's pretty close. It's enough for writing the report. Also, you and your son both owe me drinks. —Uncle Chen"

Lin Bei logged into his QQ email. A new email lay in his inbox, sent by Chen Guodong, with the subject "Data from the South of the City".

He opened it and quickly browsed through it. Uncle Chen provided comprehensive information, including the predicted range for compensation standards, area statistics for each alley, preliminary data on the number of households to be relocated, and the resettlement ratio.

Lin Bei carefully reviewed the compensation standards and roughly calculated the compensation amount. He multiplied the base price by the area, added compensation for renovations, relocation fees, temporary resettlement fees… and calculated the amount for each of the six apartments. The one on Ganghe Street, at 8000 yuan per square meter, would be 88 yuan for 110 square meters. The one on Tongbai Lane, at 8500 yuan per square meter, would be 97.75 yuan for 115 square meters. The two apartments on Zhifang Lane were 6800 yuan per square meter and 7000 yuan per square meter respectively. The one on Liudi Lane, near the river, was 9000 yuan per square meter. The one on Maoshu Lane was less desirable, at 6500 yuan per square meter.

After calculating the total compensation for all six properties, the total compensation was approximately five million yuan, more than double the amount he paid when he bought them. In other words, he made a profit of over two million yuan.

Lin Bei's lips curled into a slight smile. However, the value of this data went far beyond simply allowing him to calculate how much he had earned.

When Shen Wancheng saw the detailed data he provided, including the actual compensation expectations of the relocated households and the industry's consensus assessment of that area... if Shen Wancheng also thought of the figures Li Zeyun had previously reported to him, he would become alert if there was even a significant discrepancy between the two.

Lin Bei leaned back in his chair, staring at the string of numbers on the screen. How could he get this data into Shen Wancheng's hands without seeming deliberate?

His fingers tapped lightly on the table a few times.

Suddenly, his fingers stopped.

Lin Bei thought of someone.

Shen Qingzhi.

He picked up his phone and scrolled to Shen Qingzhi's chat history. The last time they chatted was before National Day. He typed a few words, then deleted them, repeating this process three times.

He didn't know how to start the conversation.

To directly ask her to hand over the data to her father? That's too direct; she'll definitely press for the source and reason for the data.

To imply that her father's company has problems? Absolutely not. She'd just think he's crazy.

Lin Bei put down his phone, stood up, and walked around the bedroom twice.

Then he sat down and picked up his phone again. This time, he didn't hesitate and typed a line:

"Shen Qingzhi, I have some market research data on the demolition and redevelopment in the southern part of the city. I happened to hear Uncle Shen talking about the old city project in the south of the city while we were playing chess at your house yesterday. Perhaps this data will be useful to him."

Shen Qingzhi: "Where did you get your data?"

Lin Bei: "I have an uncle who works as a real estate agent and has been doing it for over ten years. I happened to see this data and thought it was quite detailed."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end: "Okay. I'll pass it on to him."

Lin Bei breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the reply.

He's just a sixteen-year-old high school student. He has no business background, no connections, and no industry influence. All he can do is present Shen Wancheng with "real market data" and trust Shen Wancheng's judgment and ability to act as a business tycoon.

It's impossible for a high school student to uncover a business conspiracy on his own. All he can do is provide information and alert key figures... As for the subsequent investigation, evidence collection, and countermeasures, that's Shen Wancheng's own business.

After all, his abilities are limited, and he can only do his best.

Just like he knew Su Wantang would commit suicide, but he could only stop her through the most basic means such as "bringing her food", "tutoring her", and "finding witnesses".

Just like he knew the old town would be demolished, but he could only buy a few more houses in his parents' names and then wait.

Now he knows Li Zeyun is the mole, but all he can do is hand a set of data to Shen Wancheng.

……

Monday morning.

When Lin Bei walked into the classroom, he immediately saw Zhou Ziheng.

The skinny man was slumped over the table, with an English textbook open in front of him, flipped to the middle. But underneath the textbook was a cell phone with two cracks on the screen and the paint on the edges worn away.

"Brother Bei!" Zhou Ziheng suddenly looked up, his voice hoarse, dark circles under his eyes, "You're here!"

"Did you stay up late again last night?"

Zhou Ziheng nodded. "Brother Bei, my dad read your book, 'Rebirth of the Strongest Male God,' yesterday. Do you know what he said to me after he finished reading it?"

"What?"

"He said, 'Son, your classmate writes better than you.'" Zhou Ziheng mimicked his father's tone, his voice low and his face serious. "I was stunned. I said, 'Dad, I'm your biological son.' He said, 'I know. But you've improved a lot; the quality is now on par with your classmate's. Keep up the good work!'"

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. "Brother Bei, you know what? My dad praised my writing for improving."

He grinned. "Then, in my excitement, I stayed up even later writing."

Lin Bei looked at his barely open eyes and remained silent for two seconds.

"I'm really sleepy right now." Zhou Ziheng lay on the table, his face buried in his arms, his voice muffled. "But I'm happy."

He peeked out from between his arms and said, "Brother Bei, being affirmed by your own father is like... like you've been walking in the desert for three days and three nights, and suddenly someone gives you an ice-cold Coke. Even though you're exhausted, that sip of Coke makes you feel like you can walk for another three days."

Lin Bei thought for a moment about the analogy: "Is your dad that bottle of cola?"

"My dad's the one who gave me the Coke." Zhou Ziheng buried his face back. "That bottle of Coke was you. No, your novel is Coke."

He said sullenly, "My dad read your novel before he looked at my writing. He said, 'The quality is on par with your classmate's,' which means he's using you as a yardstick to measure me."

Lin Bei was stunned. His own novel would be used as a yardstick by Zhou Ziheng's father?

Zhou Ziheng got up from the table, rubbed his eyes, and said, "My dad said 'Keep trying.' So I'll keep trying. I may not be able to surpass you, but at least I won't be too far behind."

"Okay, let's work together." Lin Bei patted him on the shoulder.

After exchanging a few more words, Zhou Ziheng turned back around.

Lin Bei sat in his seat, glanced around the classroom, and his gaze fell on Wang Jun.

They were classmates for three years in his previous life, and he had no idea that Wang Jun's family was so wealthy. However, Wang Jun's personality was truly excellent.

He glanced at Shen Qingzhi again. She was looking down at her book, as quiet as ever.

I wonder what Shen Wancheng will do after seeing that data? But that's not his concern anymore. Business isn't his main battleground right now; learning is.

Finally, his gaze fell on Su Wantang. Her complexion was getting better and better, and she seemed much more cheerful.

He looked away and opened his textbook.

At lunchtime, most of the students had left the classroom.

Lin Bei took out an insulated bag from his backpack and sat down next to Su Wantang. This had become a fixed ritual that required no words.

"What's today?" Su Wantang asked as she took the insulated bag and unpacked it.

"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried broccoli, and..." Lin Bei paused deliberately, "...braised pork ribs."

Su Wantang opened the lunchbox lid, and the aroma of braised pork ribs immediately wafted out. She lowered her head to smell it, and a slight smile curved her lips.

As the two were eating, Lin Bei caught a glimpse of Wang Jun in the back row shoveling rice into his mouth.

"Wang Jun, come and eat with us," Lin Bei said.