Mo Yan: Now That's How You Fleece Them!

Jing Hongchen did not dare delay in the slightest. His pen flew across the paper. After finishing, he held the sheet in both hands and carefully offered it to Mo Yan, even softening his breathing.

Mo Yan casually took the paper. As her gaze swept over its contents, her previously calm expression instantly darkened, and her brows drew tightly together.

Jing Hongchen's heart skipped a beat. This is bad—judging by that expression, I've failed to satisfy this little lady again.

"Five Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones, plus a hundred jin of rare metals?" Mo Yan slapped the paper onto the table, her tone full of displeasure. "You fat bastard, are you looking down on Shrek Academy too much? Do you really think our family is so poor that we can't offer more?"

She turned toward Jin Tianming, who had kept his eyes closed as though resting, and complained, "Jin Tianming, your teacher has no guts at all. He's so cautious even when making demands. How is he supposed to accomplish anything with that little courage?"

Jin Tianming did not even lift his eyelids, maintaining his leisurely demeanor as though he had handed all decision-making authority to Mo Yan.

Seeing this, Mo Yan picked up the paper again and thrust it before Jing Hongchen. Her tone carried naked threat. "I'm giving you one last chance. Think carefully, and write carefully! Otherwise, I'll have my Limit Douluo godmother make a move and let you experience what it feels like to be a charcoal-roasted fat pig."

Tilting her head, she smiled with innocent sweetness. "You've already been frozen pork once, anyway. Becoming roast pork one more time would count as experiencing both ice and fire. You wouldn't lose out."

Jing Hongchen:???

His mind went blank in an instant. Was this girl some kind