Imperial College cafeteria.
As soon as Meton entered the cafeteria, the noisy cafeteria immediately quieted down.
"Mo Jiazi is here!"
"He's Mo Jiazi!"
The supervising students discussed and pointed at Meton. Some students who had something to do in the morning opened their eyes wide, wanting to see what kind of superhuman abilities Meton had.
"Did you guys know? I heard that Mo Jiazi's calligraphy is really bad, and he didn't admit defeat on purpose. "A student whispered mysteriously.
"That can't be!" Some people didn't believe it. After all, Meton's calligraphy couldn't be that bad.
"It's true. Professor Liu said it himself. He lost his appetite the whole day after seeing it. Do you think it's because Professor Liu didn't come?" The student said solemnly.
"Is that so?"
"In my opinion, Mo Jiazi is just fishing for fame. He even admitted defeat on purpose. I think he's just afraid of embarrassing himself!"
"What a hypocrite!"
In an instant, everyone in the Imperial College was talking about it. They seemed to have found a way to vent their frustrations and criticized Meton as worthless. Even the cafeteria chef didn't like Meton. He slammed the food into Meton's bowl, as if Meton owed him a lot of money.
"Boss, harmony breeds wealth. You won't be able to do business well like this," Meton reminded.
"Eat it or leave it!" The cafeteria chef's eyes grew on the top of his head as he snorted.
Modun smiled and took back the container. Seeing that there was an empty table, he went forward and sat down.
"Shua!"
All the surrounding scholars stood up and looked for other seats. There was not a single student within 30 feet of Meton. …
"Ugh!"
Meton rubbed his nose with a bitter smile. As a transmigrator, he actually encountered campus bullying — verbal abuse.
In contrast to Meton, Xiong Maocai was treated like a hero. Many students surrounded Xiong Maocai, trying their best to belittle Meton and flatter Xiong Maocai!
"Hmph! I'll teach him a lesson in the future! " Xiong Maocai held his head high and looked at Meton with contempt. His heart was overflowing with excitement. All the students of the Imperial College had been defeated and he, the great scholar, was the only one who had managed to turn the tide and win honor for the Imperial College. Then, wouldn't he be the number one person in the Imperial College?
"What elite of the Cui Family, descendant of the Kong Family, descendant of the Zu Family? We still have to look at Great Scholar Xiong!" Xiong Maocai's heart was stirred up.
"Are you really bad at calligraphy, or are you purposely going easy on me?" Cheng Chumo slammed a large bowl of rice in front of Meton.
Meton looked at his own bowl, which was only a little higher than the bottom of Cheng Chumo's bowl. He sighed inwardly, "What a good appetite."
Looking at the pile of top-notch food in Cheng Chumo's bowl, Meton suddenly felt that he had lost his appetite. He put down his bowl and chopsticks and said, "If you're bad, then you're bad. Who wouldn't deliberately make their name so ugly?"
"That's right. I'm the best at writing my name!" Yuchi Baolin said proudly as he held his bowl that was not inferior to Cheng Chumo's.
Alright, these two good-for-nothings had become a pair.
"He's telling the truth!" Qin Huaiyu also sat down with his bowl that was not inferior to Cheng Chumo's. He was now very confident in his eyes.
"Say something. You guys are sitting next to me. Aren't you afraid of offending these people?"
Meton pointed at the Imperial College students who were ten meters away from him.
"Tsk! We're afraid of them. A bunch of idiots! "Qin Huaiyu snorted.
"Good-for-nothings!"
Someone from the Imperial College said in a low voice.
"Bam!" Yuchi Baolin slammed his bowl on the table, stood up and looked around fiercely.
The Imperial College students immediately retracted their heads. They did not dare to be sarcastic anymore.
"Besides, we're here for serious business. This is your bet!" Qin Huaiyu placed five gold leaves in front of Meton.
"Oh!" Meton raised his eyebrows and said, "What if I win ten times the bet?"
A wooden box was placed heavily on the table. Cheng Chumo opened it and saw that it was full of shining silver taels. All the Imperial College students held their breaths and their eyes turned red.
This was their money. Because they had lost so much money, they could only munch on dry pancakes. Moreover, they would have to live like this for at least a month.
Looking at the smirk in Qin Huaiyu's eyes, Meton was 100% sure that the three of them had done it on purpose. They were taking revenge on him for winning so much money. They had deliberately distributed the bet in front of so many people in the cafeteria.
Meton raised his eyebrows and gently closed the wooden box. He looked at the three of them and said, "I heard that the three of you also won about five thousand taels!"
Meton's voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear. The Imperial College students immediately focused their angry gazes on Qin Huaiyu and the other two.
It was these three bastards who had gambled in the Imperial College. They had cheated them.
Qin Huaiyu and the other two looked at the Imperial College students who were staring at them as if they wanted to eat them alive. They secretly cursed Mo Jiazi in their hearts and hurriedly said, "What do you mean by 'big money'? We eat a lot and we're very poor."
In this emergency, Qin Huaiyu and the other two did not care about the fact that they were good-for-nothings at all.
Meton's heart skipped a beat. He quickly turned his eyes and said casually, "I'm not afraid of eating a lot. However, the Mo Village is planning to start a gourmet food business recently. Since we don't have the funds, you guys can send the food over. I'll treat you to it!"
"Ah! That's great! Mo Jiazi is such a good friend! "Yuchi Baolin was ecstatic when he heard that they could eat as much as they wanted. He could save a lot of money! This was a good thing for him who was short of money!
"Ahem! Gourmet food business? Is it delicious? "Cheng Chumo was more particular about quality.
Meton rolled his eyes and picked at the lackluster food in the bowl. He said, "This is pig food!"
"No way! It's very delicious!" Yuchi Baolin ate a big mouthful of food and said while chewing. Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaiyu could not help but roll their eyes.
What an idiot! I told you it's pig food and you still eat it! However, they thought that if it was true, the business of the Mo Village would definitely make a lot of money!
Not to mention other things, Mo Jiazi still had the ability to make money. Just the secret skill of living fish alone was enough to support the village of Mo Village, which had five thousand people. Even their fathers praised Mo Jiazi with a face full of praise. This year, the three of them were miserable. Their fathers always said that Mo Jiazi was the son of Mo Jiazi, who was the same age as them, but he was already so outstanding. How disappointing were they? Even their allowance was much less.
The three of them used to live a well-off life, but now they were only barely able to feed themselves. If not, they would not take the risk to open a gambling house.
"Mo Jiazi is short of funds?" Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaiyu looked at each other and nodded slowly.
"Brother Mo!" Qin Huaiyu moved closer to Meton politely and complimented him.
"Don't! Let's talk!" Meton shivered and said hurriedly.
"I wonder how big your food business is!" Qin Huaiyu flattered.
"5000 taels is not a small amount. 10,000 taels is even better!" Meton said slowly.
"Brother, I have made some money with your help this time. Why don't we help Brother Mo again? The three of us will take out another 5000 taels to help Brother Mo! " Qin Huaiyu said righteously. In fact, Qin Huaiyu and the other two had invested 500 taels and won 4500 taels. Altogether, they had 5000 taels.
"You want to invest?" Meton raised his eyebrows and asked.
"Yes!" Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaiyu nodded heavily. Yuchi Baolin hesitated for a moment and also nodded quickly.
"How many shares do you want?" Meton asked.
"How about 50-50?" Qin Huaiyu said hesitantly.
Meton squinted at Qin Huaiyu! He sneered.
"No, 60-40. You get 60% and I get 40%!" Qin Huaiyu said embarrassedly. Although Meton and Qin Huaiyu were paying the same amount, there was still Meton's secret recipe. With the manpower and resources of the Village Mo, 50-50 was indeed unreasonable.
Meton continued to sneer.
"You get 70% and I get 30%. The three of us are taking advantage of you …" Cheng Chumo said heavily.
Meton looked at Cheng Chumo in surprise. He did not expect Cheng Chumo to be the most decisive among the three of them.
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