Grandpa!

Monday.

The bell signaling the end of morning self-study rang. Many students who had bought meal tickets headed downstairs, gathering into a mighty stream in the plaza before surging toward the cafeteria.

But there were always some well-heeled students who, even after buying meal tickets, wanted to try something outside.

Zhang Chi, for instance.

Recently, Zhang Chi and Yan Tianpeng had formed a Hitman Team. Every day after evening self-study, they rushed around the city beating people up—cracking down on thieves, helping little kids teach their enemies a lesson, going door to door to threaten low-quality neighbors who hogged parking spaces... During this period, they had each made two thousand yuan.

Unfortunately, their order volume had recently plummeted and was close to drying up.

Yan Tianpeng said, "Someone on the Same City Forum contacted me today. They said their upstairs neighbor is too noisy and want us to handle it..."

Zhang Chi was more direct. "How much?"

Yan Tianpeng said, "Fifty yuan."

Zhang Chi cursed, "Damn it, that stingy? Why doesn't his neighbor stomp through his ceiling, then?"

Yan Tianpeng asked again, "Are we doing it or not?"

Zhang Chi's expression shifted. He said grudgingly, "We're doing it. At least we can earn back today's breakfast money."

Although Zhang Chi was good at making money, he spent just as freely. He splurged on Adidas clothes, Nike shoes, ate and drank lavishly, bought data top-up packages, and even played One Yuan Treasure Snatching.

Though he was lucky, no matter how heaven-defying his luck was, he could not keep changing his fate against a scam platform like One Yuan Treasure Snatching. Even the iPhone 6 Plus he had luckily won before had been sold on Xianyu to recoup some money.

The 1,600 yuan he had gotten from pawning Bright Eyes had also