Chapter 158: Don’t Act Tough; You ‘Il Be Struck By Lightning....
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Ye Caitang hurriedly shook her head solemnly and typed to Shi Nian seriously:
“I’m just very lost. I’m suddenly super rich. What should I do? How can I spend the money in a way that will make me happier?”
“Money is so troublesome. I finally understand the troubles of the rich.” Hearing this, Chu Mingxu suddenly raised his black eyes and glared at Ye
Caitang.
“Little Mute, let me tell you something.”
“Huh?” Ye Caitang was confused.
“Don’t act tough. If you act tough, you’ll be struck by lightning.” Chu Mingxu sneered and mocked.
Ye Caitang immediately whipped out her cell phone with a cold face and quickly typed on the phone:
“Thank you. I don’t need that. You should keep it for yourself.”
This brat was really… so ungrateful.
She would deal with him after he became her underling.
Chu Mingxu choked on Ye Caitang’s reply.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly lowered his head and wrote fervently on his list.
This unbecoming woman should be taught a lesson.
It was useless to waste his breath on her.
Shi Nian silently walked around and realized that the lists were really getting more and more ridiculous.
In order to prevent them from being even more ridiculous, he hurriedly stopped them.
“Class, it’s still lesson time. I can’t delay your studies.”
“Therefore, I’ll give you three more seconds to finish writing the lists and hand them to Ye Caitang.”
The class protested.
“Mr. Shi, the time you gave us is too short. We still have a lot to write.”
Shi Nian said with a smile.
“I’m sorry, no acceptance beyond the cut-off time.”
Shi Nian immediately said,
“3, 2, 1. Alright, it’s time.”
“Hurry up and pass the lists to Ye Caitang.”
The class was speechless.
There was not even a pause in the countdown. Wasn’t this too scheming?
However, even though they were very resentful, the thought that they would not have been able to write much in three seconds made them clam up. They stood up and lined up to hand the list to Ye Caitang.
While queuing up to hand in the list, the class discussed animatedly, “How much did you write?”
“I wrote 100,000 yuan a day. Is that a lot?” A classmate hesitated and said embarrassedly.
Most of the students echoed, “Not much, not much. Mine’s over hundred thousand yuan; about the same as yours.”
“Damn, yours is too little. How is 100,000 too much? You’re too useless. Mine’s
200,000 yuan.”
“Mine’s 300,000 yuan…”
“F*ck, you’re too ruthless. 300,000 yuan a day?”
Lin Mengyao heard her classmates’ discussions; the most expensive list was only 300,000 yuan. She immediately said disdainfully,
“You bunch of good-for-nothings. Is 200,000 to 300,000 yuan a lot? I wrote
500,000 yuan.”
“Lin Mengyao, isn’t what you wrote too unrealistic? Isn’t it more than 10 times your real pocket money?”
Lin Mengyao’s father was a small-time boss. He was just a nouveau riche who did not even have a listed company. How rich could she be?
Lin Mengyao said bluntly,
“Are you idiots? Mr. Shi didn’t ask for it to be realistic. Can’t I live like this every day after Ye Caitang loses?”
After saying that, she even glanced at Ye Caitang with ill intentions and said shamelessly,
“In any case, there’s a sucker ripe for the taking here. If you don’t take advantage of it, that’s your own stupidity.”
“Wow, Lin Mengyao, you’re so smart. You must have written the most expensive list in our class. You’re amazing.”
“Tsk, Lin Mengyao’s list is nothing. My price list is the most expensive..”