"Next time. If I delay your work, your manager will be angry." Surrounded by beauties, Lin Dong felt that it was a pity because there was no brainless second generation that jumped out to give him a hard slap in the face. Otherwise, this feeling would be even better.
"Accompanying you is work. Our job is to satisfy our customers and make them feel at home. Manager? Don't worry about him. He can't control us. Oh right, I heard that he only has less than three minutes. What kind of man is that! Men need to have strength. Hey, handsome brother, do you have strength? Don't tell me you only have three minutes? " The fashionable girl with a hot figure spoke very fiercely. She accidentally revealed a big secret, causing the girls to laugh. When they looked at the manager again, their gazes were full of contempt.
"Three minutes is really too pitiful." Lin Dong deeply sympathized with the manager's life.
"Handsome brother, you haven't told us about your fighting strength." The hot girl tried her best to coax him. She sat on the side and squeezed closer and closer, wishing she could sit on his lap.
"Actually, my fighting strength isn't very strong. Usually, I can only last about five hours. I'm a trash," Lin Dong deliberately sighed, "There was one time when I fought against four, but I actually lost. How shameful!"
Holding a cup of water, a salesman who was eavesdropping choked on the spot.
He coughed non-stop, almost coughing out his lungs.
Damn!
Are you showing off?
Five hours is a heaven-defying record, okay? Is your lower body a white jade pillar or a purple golden beam? If you are a trash, how can others live?
With his pocket filled with the fragrant name cards of the girls, Lin Dong walked away.
Looking at his back.
The men present suddenly felt a sense of helplessness in their hearts.
They didn't believe it before, but now that they saw it with their own eyes, they realized that in this world, there really was a possibility of a successful counterattack. They couldn't do it, but it didn't mean that others couldn't. Just like that kid just now, no matter how jealous they were, they couldn't deny that he was a natural winner in life. Any fame and money were useless in front of such a person …
They didn't realize it before, but now they realized that they were born into this world to show off the excellence of others!
Damn!
What a pitiful life!
"Class President?" Lin Dong was feeling proud of himself when he suddenly received a call. He almost jumped out of his skin.
"My dear blockhead, I'm back. Are you surprised? Let's have dinner together tonight! "This guy's tone was as intimate as a gay friend.
"Class Monitor, I'm very busy." Because it had been "ten years", Lin Dong had almost forgotten who his class monitor was in university. However, when this voice rang out, it immediately evoked Lin Dong's long-sealed memories.
The class monitor's surname was Cheng, and his name was Mingge.
She was a petite girl with a lively personality and an optimistic outlook.
There is a poem to prove it:
When the person is near, the cool breeze smiles, Little Qiao from Jiangdong.
Her slender waist danced in the air.
Mingge had been Lin Dong's deskmate since the first year of high school. They had been in high school for three years, and they were still in the same class when they were promoted to university. Because Sister Mingge was very commanding, she had always been the class monitor, and it was said that this record had been maintained since elementary school, all the way until university. Therefore, Lin Dong used to call her the class monitor in awe.
The class monitor, who had sat next to him for many years, enjoyed a lot of "privileges" from the old Lin Dong. These privileges were left over from the unbearable unequal treaties they signed back then. The old Lin Dong had protested no less than a hundred times and wanted to veto it, but he had never succeeded.
This memory made Lin Dong, who had transmigrated back, recall it.
He was sweating profusely.
Mingge, who was 1.5 meters tall, was the class monitor from elementary school all the way to university. Of course, she was not an ordinary person.
Not to mention the old Lin Dong, who had less than five points of combat power, even the animals in school who boasted that they could "beat Nanshan kindergarten with their fists and kick Beihai nursing home with their feet" were nothing in front of the class monitor.
The old Lin Dong was too familiar with the class monitor.
There was no response.
Moreover, the class monitor's flat chest did not show any signs of bulging, which made people feel hopeless.
Therefore, in the past, Lin Dong had a very special brotherly attitude towards the class monitor. There was no love, but there was no malice either. If Lin Dong really wanted to describe their relationship, Ming Ge might be willing to be gay with him …
"Busy with what? You are not the president of America. You don't have to worry about maintaining world peace, do you? " The class monitor was very dissatisfied with Lin Dong who dared to find an excuse to reject her. Even if you want to find an excuse, don't find such a lousy one! She didn't know that Lin Dong had already died once during the half a month she traveled in Europe. Moreover, he had wandered in the cultivation world for ten years. Although he had returned, he was not the same as before.
"I am really busy … Wait, I have something to talk to you about." Lin Dong decided to find some work for this girl who would inevitably harass him in the future.
"Just say it. I will do anything for my brother." The class monitor's tone was like a hero from Liangshan.
"It's like this, brother. I suddenly realized that I am very poor. I am poorer than the poor in the legends." After some preparation, Lin Dong finally concluded, "In order not to be a burden to the people of the country, I have decided to find a way to get rich."
"Very good. Have you thought of a way?" The class monitor expressed his approval of Lin Dong's initiative.
"There may be some antiques buried in the ancestral house." The task that Lin Dong gave to the class monitor was to help identify, promote, and sell the antiques.
"Forget it. If your family has antiques, then my family has gold mines!" For Lin Dong's imagination, the class monitor unceremoniously gave him a warning: "Don't think about things that are not reliable. If you really don't have money to spend, I will give you two thousand yuan of living expenses in advance. By the way, I heard that you resigned. Didn't you like that summer job? I only went to Europe for half a month. Why do I feel that the whole world has changed? "
Although the class monitor was a firewood girl, she was a woman after all.
Her sixth sense was very strong.
Lin Dong was afraid that she would suspect him, so he quickly diverted her attention: "It's okay if you don't say it. Once you say it, the hero will cry. Give me back my living expenses!"
Now he remembered that it was not that he didn't have money, but all his money was controlled by this girl. That year, when his only relative, his grandmother, passed away, she accompanied him on the bed and took over all the property. She even called it "safekeeping."
"Grandmother said that before you graduate from college, all the money will be controlled by me. You don't have to struggle anymore." The class monitor laughed proudly.
"…" Lin Dong was speechless.
As a poor guy, how could he make a comeback?
Gambling on stones was very troublesome. Even if he succeeded, he might be invited to the back alley for a chat. Lin Dong was not afraid of threats, but he hated trouble. If it was too troublesome, he was too lazy to use his brain. In addition to gambling on stones, there were actually many other ways to get rich. For example, find a corrupt official and use a spell to search his head. Or, use alchemy to refine copper, lead, mercury, and so on into gold or platinum.
Alchemy, for Lin Dong, was a very simple thing.
The specific process was to use a very special "spell" to remove the protons from lead, mercury, and other metals, allowing the particles inside to rearrange.
For ordinary people, this was an impossible and arduous task. But for cultivators, it was very simple. In the past, when Lin Dong, who was a trash fighter, was introduced by the old beggar to work for some small sects. He helped them refine gold and pave the floor to earn his living expenses.
In the Cultivation World, techniques such as "Golden Touch" and "Midas Touch" were considered to be very low-level.
Only small sects would use them.
A slightly more powerful cultivator could form a mountain of gold with a wave of his hand. Gold was completely meaningless to them.
"That's right, I can use mercury to refine gold, platinum, and other precious metals to make a fortune!" After thinking it through, Lin Dong was very excited and rushed to a hardware store at the end of the street. Who knew that the store owner would only tell him that there were mercury thermometers and no mercury for sale. He also said that mercury was highly toxic and needed to be reported to the relevant departments.
As soon as Lin Dong heard the report, he remembered the bitter face of Brother Bushy Eyebrows and immediately lost his appetite.
Mercury thermometers, that little bit of mercury was useless!
However.
Who said that refining gold must use mercury? Lead, copper, tin, aluminum, iron … any metal would do!
Awesome ones could even use stones to refine it. Even cultivators could directly produce it in the air with a wave of their hands. If they used metal conversion, it would only be faster and not so wasteful.
"You want a ton of lead?" The store owner looked at Lin Dong with a suspicious gaze: "Why do you want so much lead?"
"If you don't have it, then forget it." Lin Dong turned around and left.
Originally, he wanted to give him a big deal, but he didn't expect the store owner to look at him with a "do you want to do something bad" gaze. This made Lin Dong, who had decided to be a good person, very unhappy. Back then, he was an activist who learned from Lei Feng and prepared to become a scientist to realize the four modernizations. This dream even won him a little red flower reward from a kindergarten teacher. It's fine if you don't give me a good person card, but you dare to doubt my good moral character. It's too much.
In the end, Lin Dong found a building material store and bought a ton of steel bars.
He spent more than three thousand yuan.
His pocket was empty.
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