Eighteen Ghost Emperors of my ancestors, how dare you make me live in terror?

"I want 10 billion."

In the legendary principal's office of Ghost High School, the principal sits confidently in a soft boss's chair.

"I don't care how you want to negotiate, my Ghostly High School is going to spend 10 billion this time."

"Ten billion? Principal, you have quite the appetite." The man in the suit spoke first. "If I remember correctly, the annual education budget of Ghostly High School was only a little over 5 million in previous years."

"Expensive? Not expensive at all."

The boss's chair spun halfway around, facing the crowd.

"I just lost a student with a B-level ability in controlling strange creatures. I checked him out; he had great potential, worth at least 10 billion. Since Lu Ye killed him, shouldn't that be attributed to him?"

"You, you, the three of you have been lurking in my Ghostly High School for so many years, secretly poaching countless promising talents. This loss of 20 billion isn't too much, is it?"

The principal called out several people in turn. These were all guys who were hiding in the academy under the guise of teaching, secretly supplying young geniuses to the group behind them. Today, they finally voluntarily revealed themselves.

"That's only 30 billion, what about the remaining 70 billion?" someone asked.

The principal leisurely sipped his tea: "The remaining 70 billion is a reward for the school's years of hard work in nurturing Lu Ye."

All eyes turned to Lu Ye, who was standing next to the coffee machine.

Lu Ye held a cup of freshly brewed high-end coffee, took a sip, and said, "Even if you're all staring at me like this, I won't make it for you. If you want some, make it yourself."

Did "The Haunted High School train you?"

Lu looked around blankly: "Whom should I train?"

"Cough cough."

The principal cast a glance at me with a look that seemed both sorrowful and resentful.

Hey kid, you're about to leave, what's wrong with making some money for your alma mater?

"It has to be 100 billion, otherwise I won't sign."

The principal knows that the person is definitely not going to stay.

A guy who gets an S-rank on his first clear of the eerie dungeon doesn't deserve to be kept at Ghost High School.

The people standing in this room are all here to snatch people away, and each of them has a powerful backer.

But Lu Ye is still a student at Ghostly High School. Even if he leaves, he will still be leaving the school. It is not unreasonable for Ghostly High School to ask for some educational funding to "cultivate" such an outstanding genius.

"I don't think 10 billion is a lot," Wu Qing said, standing by the window looking at the scenery.

"The military's people are so generous. Fine, I don't think 10 billion is too much." The representative of the Ghost Hunter Association smiled and nodded.

Everyone else tacitly agreed.

It's only 10 billion; none of you here can't afford it.

Who will pay for this?

Here comes the key question.

No one said a word.

silence.

After a while, the man in the suit clapped his hands and stood up gracefully, attracting everyone's attention.

"Since no one is willing to pay the 100 billion, then I will pay for it myself. Lu will also go with our Da Guiye Group. Please excuse my presumption."

"Oh........."

"Are you dreaming?"

"According to you, my Yanjun Academy will allocate 200 billion as a special admission fund for student Lu Ye."

"Ha, you're dreaming too?"

"Is it really a matter of such a small amount of money?"

Lu Ye carried the coffee to the window and asked Wu Qing in a low voice.

"Isn't this a spoils-dividing ceremony? Whose spoils are we dividing?"

Wu Qing: "Yours."

"Oh." Lu Ye nodded, took a sip of coffee, "But it sounds like they're talking about selling me? Will I get a share of the money? I'll write down my bank account number for you in a bit."

Lu checked his pockets and realized he hadn't brought a pen, and there weren't any in the principal's office either.

"Do you understand the current situation?" Wu Qing asked.

"They all want me. It's not about how much money they have, but what price they have to pay to make the other party give me up. But the principal is guaranteed to make a profit. No matter who I end up with, that party will have to pay 100 billion to the school."

Lu spoke casually.

Wu Qing glanced at him again, "I didn't expect you to be smarter than I thought."

"Please excuse me, I'm sorry it wasn't as foolish as you imagined."

"But you're wrong about one thing."

"What?"

"The spoils-sharing meeting is where I, as the investment manager, lead you to share in their spoils. In other words, we're here to make money."

Wu Qing finally turned around and faced the crowd.

The arguing in the office stopped, and everyone looked over.

They were all clearly wary of Wu Qing.

"Is it meaningful to argue about these pointless topics? What are you all fantasizing about?"

Wu Qing's initial demeanor suggested that she didn't take any of the forces seriously.

"Let me explain the standard procedure."

"Lu was also chosen by our military. He will only follow us. There is no need for discussion on this point. At the same time, I will launch a fundraising campaign for everyone present as his investment manager."

"The Guild Masters Association and the Great Ghost Industry Group each invested 200 billion NTD and will enjoy a 5% growth rebate from Lu Jiang in the future."

"Yanjun Academy and Cangming Academy will each invest 100 billion and enjoy a 2% growth rebate. If Lu chooses to study at one of your academies in the future, an additional 100 billion in targeted support funds will be provided."

"The 100 billion NTD investment in 'The Haunted High School' translates to a 3% growth return, giving Lu Ye a stake in the school. This can be seen as Lu Ye's support for his alma mater."

I just finished speaking.

The principal smiled and his eyes narrowed: "I agree."

I disagree.

The man in the suit from the Da Guiye Group elegantly adjusted his bow tie and smiled at Wu Qing.

"Your military has never been involved in these matters for decades, nor has it ever proactively invested in any S-class units. I have doubts about your identity."

Wu Qing crossed her arms. "Twenty miles outside Jiangcheng, to the northeast, a heavy division's firepower is aimed directly at this office. I suggest you take a look."

The man in the suit exuded a faint, chilling aura. After a moment, his expression changed, clearly indicating that he had indeed sensed what Wu Qing had said.

madman........

"Besides my identity, I think you might also have some doubts about my abilities."

hum! !

The entire principal's office instantly transformed into a sinister and terrifying battlefield.

Wu Qing's eyes suddenly turned into blood-red ghostly pupils, and thousands of identical eyes lit up behind her, staring at everyone restlessly and bloodthirstyly.

The illusion vanished in an instant.

"The seventh realm... You've actually reached the 'Candlelight' realm?"

The man in the suit turned pale for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile, "Alright, you win. Our Da Guiye Group is withdrawing, and the 200 billion yuan will be transferred as soon as possible."

Wu Qing's ghostly blue-gold eyes swept over the others: "Does anyone else have any objections?"

No one responded.

"I'm gone."

Lu followed Wu Qing out of the principal's office.

"What was the amount in your bank account?"

"1827........"

"Remember to check your text messages these next couple of days. You should receive 400 billion yuan in your account. This is your first step in growth funding, which I will manage."

"Hard."

Lu Ye was well aware that such a large sum of money wouldn't be allowed to be spent casually, especially since it involved "growth rebates".

The gist of it is that Wu Qing, as his manager, helped him raise initial growth funds from those forces to help him grow stronger, and then rebates him in some form after he became stronger.

Who the hell invented such an advanced way to play?

No wonder those S-Class drivers can drive luxury cars every day; that's how they make their money.

As they passed the playground, Lu also reminded them, "Your car is still on the playground."

Wu Qing didn't even glance at him before leaving the school and taking him to a brand-new Land Rover. "That car is for showing off your status. Driving a Land Rover is more comfortable."

The engine roared and started to rev, and Lu realized that they were heading out of the city.

"Where to?"

"Leave Jiangcheng first."

"No, I'll leave in a couple of days. There's still something I haven't done."

"No need to pack anything, we'll just buy new ones later anyway." The car still didn't stop.

Lu smiled calmly and said, "I said I'll leave in a couple of days."

Wu Qing turned her head to look at him, and finally turned the steering wheel, causing the heavy Land Rover to drift and change direction.

"Okay, whatever you say."

Looking out the window at the rapidly receding scenery, Lu Ye asked, "What would have happened if they hadn't accepted your conditions in the principal's office?"

"Nothing much will happen. At most, the office will be blasted to smithereens by the firepower of a division, and then I, a seventh-level 'Candlelight' realm cultivator, will beat them up one by one."

"Finally, I'll take you, this S-class, and run away overnight."

The co-pilot landed with a broad smile: "I like the military."

Wu Qing: "Don't worry, you'll like it even more."