How to Make Money

After the men in black appeared, everyone's attention focused on them.

It wasn't just Qing Chen's Class 3, Year 2. Even people in the teaching building across from them noticed what was happening. Students pressed themselves against the windows and looked over.

It was no wonder the students were surprised.

When Qing Chen had first come face-to-face with them, the oppressive feeling they gave off had left a deep impression on him.

That distinctive yet razor-sharp aura stood out exceptionally in a school.

Qing Chen kept himself hidden beside Nan Gengchen, but he had worried too much. They did not even spare his classroom a second glance.

At this point, Qing Chen had roughly reached a conclusion. Any organization capable of making the school's dean cooperate with them had to have an official background. That made him feel somewhat more at ease.

However, after the men in black took Liu Dezhu away, they brought him back just before the first class ended.

As soon as class was over, students from the surrounding classrooms rushed over. A huge crowd surrounded Liu Dezhu and asked, "Who were those men in black?"

Liu Dezhu was bewildered too. "I don't know who they are either. Dean Shi Qingyan only told me to cooperate with them."

"What did they want from you?" a student asked.

"First, they had me register my home address, contact information, and my emergency contact's number," Liu Dezhu recalled. "Then they told me I couldn't leave Luo City for now. Later, they might gather us Transmigrators together for some kind of training. They're still preparing for it, so they don't know when it'll be ready."

"Are there a lot of Transmigrators in Luo City?" the students asked.

"Seems like there are quite a few," Liu Dezhu said.

"Did they ask you about anything else?"

"Oh, right." Liu Dezhu suddenly remembered something. "They showed me several photos taken by traffic cameras at intersections and asked whether I'd seen someone. The person in the photos should be young. Since the pictures were taken at night, they were blurry. He was wearing a gray hoodie and a baseball cap, so you couldn't see his face clearly."

While the other students listened with great interest, Qing Chen suddenly frowned.

Because the person Liu Dezhu described was none other than himself.

"Why are they looking for him?" a student asked.

"The men in black said he might also be a Transmigrator. He once showed up outside another Transmigrator's home," Liu Dezhu said. "They didn't hide it, either. They only said that this Transmigrator was rather special, with strong counter-surveillance abilities—not something an ordinary student like me could compare to. If we saw someone with a similar appearance, we had to call the men in black first and not approach him on our own."

Qing Chen was speechless. He had not expected to leave such a deep impression on the men in black. Perhaps they had pulled more surveillance footage afterward and confirmed his counter-surveillance measures.

But why had they asked Liu Dezhu?

Before he could figure it out, a student asked, "Then why did they ask you about this?"

"Oh, they said that based on the surveillance footage, the person's activity area should be within a three-kilometer radius of here. But the residential neighborhoods around here are old, and the roads are narrow and outdated. Many places either don't have surveillance cameras or the cameras are broken, so the trail went cold."

Qing Chen quietly breathed a sigh of relief. It was no coincidence that their trail had gone cold. That day, he had specifically changed into clothes he had not worn in two years and deliberately avoided surveillance cameras.

It seemed his efforts to always stay prepared had not been in vain.

Liu Dezhu said, "They didn't just ask me. They also asked some teachers at the school. They suspect that if that Transmigrator is still a student, he's very likely in our school. But the teachers didn't recognize him either."

Because there was a Transmigrator among them, the news spread like wildfire through Luo City Foreign Language School.

During every break, groups of people would pass by Liu Dezhu's classroom, pretending to be merely passing through.

Quite a few pretty girls whispered outside the classroom as well, giving Liu Dezhu an enormous sense of satisfaction.

Nan Gengchen sat in the classroom and looked enviously out the window. "He transmigrated and landed right beside some big shot. He even spoke to him. Maybe one day he'll become a superhero. How can the gap between people be so huge?"

Qing Chen glanced at him. "Jealous?"

"Aren't you?" Nan Gengchen muttered. "You said before that you'd make a fortune and treat me to a meal. Looks like that won't happen now."

"Then just focus on school. Plenty of ordinary people live good lives too. You don't necessarily have to become a Transmigrator," Qing Chen said.

Nan Gengchen hesitated.

He did not want others to discover that he was a Transmigrator and bring danger upon him, yet his youthful nature also wanted others to envy him.

So he kept wavering between the identities of Transmigrator and ordinary person, deceiving himself.

As evening approached, the class representative came to Qing Chen and Nan Gengchen. "Qing Chen, you two are the only ones who haven't paid the textbook fee."

Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, "My parents aren't home. I'd like to pay it a couple of days later."

The class representative nodded, then looked at Nan Gengchen. "Nan Gengchen, what about your textbook fee?"

Nan Gengchen said awkwardly, "I'll pay it a couple of days later too..."

The class representative said nothing and left.

In truth, everyone in class knew that Nan Gengchen and Qing Chen's families were not well-off, but no one thought much of it.

They did not invite the two of them to class gatherings and such only because they knew their pockets were empty and they would not come anyway. It was not that they looked down on them.

There were still very few high school students who were that snobbish.

Besides, Qing Chen was a top student. Top students naturally carried an invincible aura in high school.

Many people imagined that high school students spent every day thinking, This classmate's family is so rich, I should hang out with him. That classmate's family is so poor, I won't hang out with him.

But in reality, high school students' minds were not that complicated. Everyone thought about roughly the same things: Which bastard invented functions? Huh? Let me see who only got 15 points on the multiple-choice questions. Damn, it was me!

Qing Chen looked at Nan Gengchen. "Why didn't you bring your textbook fee either?"

"My mom got so mad at my dad that she went to stay at my grandma's place. I can only ask my dad for the money," Nan Gengchen muttered.

"Your dad didn't give it to you?" Qing Chen asked.

"No."

"What did he say?"

Nan Gengchen said, "He told me to return the books to the school..."

Qing Chen: "???"

All of a sudden, a textbook fee had stumped two struggling young Transmigrators.

It also reminded Qing Chen that it was time for him to make money.

He could keep using chess to fleece those old men, but it would not be enough. Besides, they had all gotten smarter and would no longer play him.

So he still had to figure out how to make money from the Inner World.

There was no reason to sit on a mountain of treasure and return empty-handed time after time.

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