Making Money, or Damn Well Making Money!

Chen Ping had no idea what Wang Yan was thinking at that moment.

He plopped himself down on the soft, clean little bed. With a satisfied sigh, Chen Ping leaned back, stretching out on the bed like a starfish.

The next moment, Chen Ping felt all the bones in his lumbar spine crack and pop. His entire body seemed to sink into the mattress.

He pulled the quilt over himself. Though the bedding was not ornate, a fresh, dry scent wafted into his nose, and it came with a pillow as well.

These were the new quilts and bedding Wang Yan had bought along the way with him, carrying the distinctive roasted-insects scent of being dried under the sun.

A clean set of bedding and a cozy room—such ordinary things, yet at this moment, they brought Chen Ping into a special kind of peace.

He no longer needed to worry about falling from a tree while sleeping, or getting bitten by a snake or bug.

Nor did he need to worry about oversleeping, missing the time to check out the next day, and having his wallet suffer an unexpected disaster.

Even less did he need to worry about some Evil Soul Master appearing out of nowhere while he slept outside and directly capturing a child like him as cultivation material.

"Damn Tang San, what the hell did you blow up Slaughter City for?"

Chen Ping muttered groggily, then fell asleep once again instead of cultivating.

This was the second time Chen Ping had fallen asleep during this period. After wandering for so long, this was the first time he had found something resembling the feeling of being home.

When he opened his eyes again, the sun was already directly above Chen Ping. He had slept soundly for more than ten hours.

"Crap, crap. If I don't work hard at cultivation today, tomorrow I'll be making friends with the soul banner."

Seeing the high sun outside the window and the bustling crowds, Chen Ping practically rolled off the bed with a grunt and hurriedly put on his clothes and shoes.

He was not saying this without reason. For someone whose Cultivation Speed decreased a little with each passing day, two months was actually not much time.

After Level Ten, the time required to cultivate each level was already considerably longer than before Level Ten.

By the time he advanced from Level Fourteen to Level Fifteen, the meditation time required would probably be enough to advance two levels before Level Ten.

If his level was not high enough and he failed to enter Shrek Academy—

with his Cultivation Talent, who knew when an Evil Soul Master might capture him and toss him into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner? He would have no ability to resist at all.

What was more, he still had to think about making money.

As much as possible, he wanted to avoid relying on Wang Yan's help and save up the ten Gold Soul Coins for tuition, along with the food expenses for the coming semester.

His appetite was not something a Control System Soul Master like Huo Yuhao could compare with. He was much harder to keep fed than Huo Yuhao.

Even Bei Bei's appetite yesterday at the dinner table had been slightly inferior to his.

Battle Soul Masters his age were all voracious eaters, one more than the next.

He took out several cold steamed buns, broke them into pieces, softened them with hot water from Wang Yan's living room, and wolfed them down. Then Chen Ping took the spare key Wang Yan had left on the table that morning and went out.

Today, he had to find some money-making business, no matter what.

To be honest, Chen Ping had already considered making money through barbecue the previous night.

But after settling down and thinking it over, he realized that the idea's feasibility was not necessarily as high as he had imagined.

There was no other reason. The meal Wang Yan had treated him, Bei Bei, and Tang Ya to last night had not been bad at all!

If that kind of food was merely average in Shrek, then based on Chen Ping's own barbecue skills, he absolutely could not reach the level of Huo Yuhao's cooking, which was so delicious that diners nearly swallowed their tongues along with it.

Still, Chen Ping retained a sliver of wishful thinking, so he wandered around the food street in Shrek City several times.

He even spent quite a bit of money buying and tasting some of the more popular foods. In the end, he reached a conclusion.

If he wanted to imitate Huo Yuhao and make his first fortune selling Grilled Fish, it would be difficult!

The Grilled Fish Huo Yuhao made definitely carried a damn touch of fantasy.

Huo Yuhao truly possessed the talent of the God of Food. Otherwise, that fellow Rong Nianbing would not have taken such an interest in him.

The food made by an ordinary person like him could at most reach the level of the chef at Hong Yue Restaurant last night.

The barbecue he made was merely on the level of an ordinary cook's dishes. It was nothing extraordinary.

Moreover, after spending several hours wandering around Shrek City, he had made another rather depressing discovery.

On Douluo Continent, cumin apparently did not exist at all. At least, no one was selling it as a spice.

No wonder Huo Yuhao only used salt and Perilla when grilling Grilled Fish. Chen Ping had originally thought it was because he could not afford cumin. Who would have guessed that the seasoning simply did not exist!

Chen Ping's brows furrowed even more tightly.

Without cumin, what was the point of selling barbecue?

Besides, even if his business did well, he did not have Huo Yuhao's miraculous grilling technique.

His barbecue skills could be taken apart and copied by others in less than three days.

Put simply, who the hell did not know how to make barbecue?

This was the most primitive form of cooking food.

As long as Chen Ping's barbecue stall could make money, someone else could follow suit immediately.

The people of Douluo Continent were not fools, much less saints.

They could not possibly watch Chen Ping make a fortune and remain unmoved.

Even if Chen Ping sold barbecue at cost and earned Gold Soul Coins through alcohol—the real money-maker—

could he guarantee that the several alcohol suppliers he negotiated with today would not cut off his supply tomorrow just because some other local power had given them a word?

Of course, if Chen Ping could settle down and work at it, even if others learned his barbecue technique, that did not mean he would be unable to make money.

If everyone made barbecue and their skills were about equal, at most no one would be able to crush anyone else.

But that was obviously not the kind of money Chen Ping wanted to make. He wanted fast money, monopoly money.

He had not come here to be a street-stall cook!

He had to produce food that no one else could make. Only then would he have the right to charge a premium and the possibility of quickly gathering a sum of money to fund his own growth.

Just like Huo Yuhao's Grilled Fish: one Silver Coin per fish. Jiang Nannan thought it was expensive and wanted to haggle.

But as long as Huo Yuhao refused, Jiang Nannan could only accept that price.

Why? Because if you went somewhere else to eat Grilled Fish, it might be cheaper, but you would not be able to eat Grilled Fish this delicious!

Forget one Silver Coin—even if it cost one Gold Soul Coin per fish, Shrek Academy had plenty of people willing to pay that price to satisfy their appetites.

If Huo Yuhao could appear in Shrek right now, Chen Ping would not be so troubled.

That was because his Scholar Cultivation System truly could let him copy Huo Yuhao's Grilled Fish mastery.

But the problem was that Huo Yuhao was not in Shrek City right now. Judging by the timeline, Huo Yuhao was still at White Tiger Duke's Mansion!

Where was he supposed to go and copy that mastery?

How was he supposed to make money? How, exactly, was he supposed to make money?

Chen Ping walked through Shrek's streets, his face filled with thought.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, Chen Ping's eyes lit up.

He remembered a very classic story.

That story seemed to offer a possibility for an ordinary person like him, who lacked Huo Yuhao's talent as the God of Food, to gain the ability to create unique, unreplicable delicacies.

Whether he could truly make a huge fortune, make others watch him earn money with envy, and quickly gather enough funds to cultivate in peace would all depend on how true that story really was!