"Young man, why does your cafeteria need so much blood today?"
After unloading box after box of pig, duck, and cattle blood harvested that morning into the cafeteria's back courtyard, the meat-processing plant manager who had come with the delivery truck asked curiously.
"We're making vermicelli soup."
Smiling, Su Yuan handed back the receipt he had signed.
The manager was speechless.
The beast blood he'd delivered was measured in tons. Was the entire school planning to drink it like water?
But the money had already been paid, and he didn't want to pry. He led the workers away in their Flying Boat.
Once they were gone, Su Yuan took out the high-grade storage bag he'd borrowed from Xiao Kong, worth tens of millions, and packed away all the tons of beast blood.
The blood wasn't really for the students to eat. Picking it up at the cafeteria was just a cover.
A few minutes after the first shipment was put away, another meat-processing plant's Flying Boat landed in the courtyard.
This happened again and again. Before dawn, Su Yuan had collected two hundred tons of beast blood.
He had probably bought out the entire reserve of beast blood from every meat-processing plant in Taihua City.
And he had selected only premium blood. Even at wholesale prices, it cost five yuan per pound.
Those two hundred tons had cost Su Yuan a full two million yuan.
It was a considerable investment.
For Su Yuan, who had the temperament of a Pixiu—taking in but never letting anything out—it was a painful expense.
But there was no helping it. It was a necessary investment, all for the sect's future growth.
After packing away the two hundred tons of blood, Su Yuan looked around the cafeteria's back courtyard. His eyes settled on a rabbit