Chapter 109: The Unbroken Scheme

After waiting for Wang Qian to leave, Chen Meng looked at Tang Wenjing with some excitement. “One million three hundred thousand—that’s one million three hundred thousand! We’ve struck it rich, truly struck it rich.”

“Is one million three hundred thousand really a lot? Actually, if managed well, selling for three million wouldn’t be a problem,” Tang Wenjing replied calmly.

Chen Meng chuckled. “You really think I don’t know? It’s just that Jiangzhou University is more conscientious. Otherwise, with my Limit Nineteen Style patent, they have plenty of ways to get around it. They might come up with a Basic Fist Nineteen Style, Radio Calisthenics Twenty-Nine Style, or even the ‘Baopuzi Thirty-Six Style’—I wouldn’t be surprised at all. Jiangzhou University bought my Limit Nineteen Style partly because it really works, and partly because they wanted the fame it brings. Right now, Jiangzhou University is trying to break into the top tier, and what they lack most is reputation.”

Tang Wenjing looked at Chen Meng with admiration. “So you knew all along.”

Chen Meng was speechless. What did that mean? Who was he looking down on?

“Alright, congratulations on earning one million three hundred thousand, but after taxes, it won’t be that much. And you still owe me a three percent cut,” Tang Wenjing said, somewhat cuttingly. “In the end, you should have a little over one million two hundred thousand left, which is enough to buy a decent house in Jiangzhou City. Sigh, I didn’t make much from this deal either; when I help my mom negotiate business, the starting fee is always at least a million.”

“By the way, why can’t your mom acknowledge me as her son? I’m already so outstanding. When you go back, ask her for me,” Chen Meng said thoughtfully, leaving Tang Wenjing dumbfounded. What kind of character was this guy in front of her?

...

Tang Wenjing took care of the tax evasion matters, planning to set up a studio registered in the industrial park where her mother’s company was located. This way, the tax rate would likely be no more than five percent.

Chen Meng felt guilty about taking advantage of the socialist system like that. Next time, if such an opportunity arose, he promised to be more restrained.

Three days later, the money was transferred.

The total was one million three hundred thousand, with three percent tax paid—that is thirty-nine thousand. When Chen Meng gave Tang Wenjing her share, she refused it, saying she wouldn’t accept the tutoring fees afterward.

Chen Meng calculated that he might only need to pay Tang Wenjing for two or three more tutoring sessions. Each session cost ten thousand, so he was definitely making a huge profit.

So in the end, Chen Meng received a full 1,261,000 yuan. But after thinking it over, he felt a bit embarrassed since Yan Ruoxi had contributed to this as well.

Gritting his teeth, Chen Meng decided to send Yan Ruoxi a red envelope.

Ten thousand yuan—this should suffice, he thought.

When Yan Ruoxi received Chen Meng’s red envelope, she didn’t respond for a long time. Chen Meng suspected she must have been very touched; it had to be that way.

Now, what to do with the remaining money? Tang Wenjing’s words reminded him that maybe it was time to buy a new house for his family. After all, some nice small villas cost less than a million.

However, villas were not his first choice. He believed safety came first.

Maybe he could ask Han Hao to help find a community where divine-body lifeforms lived—that would guarantee security.

...

The next day, a week had passed.

Chen Meng met Ni Hu again. “Well? Have you made up your mind? Are you thinking of changing your mind? After all, better a bad life than a good death. Even if you can’t become a divine-body lifeform, you can still take a wife, have several children, and raise them well.”

Ni Hu shook his head. “For the rest of my life, I’ll live only for myself. What’s a wife and kids? Do I need them? I’m determined to join the New Moon Sect, get the Wish Spring water, and become a divine-body lifeform.”

Becoming a divine-body lifeform had become an obsession for him.

Chen Meng sighed. “Alright, I’ll help you. Give me a few days to come up with a good plan to get you into the New Moon Sect.”

He had some ideas but would need Han Hao’s cooperation. It looked like he’d have to visit Han Hao soon.

Ni Hu looked at Chen Meng gratefully. “Thank you. When I was at my lowest, you gave me hope. I will do everything to repay you, even if it costs me my life.”

Chen Meng shook his head. “Who cares about your life? By the way, why is your face swollen? Did someone hit you?”

Ni Hu touched his face and explained, “I fell. It’s nothing serious.”

Chen Meng said no more.

Ni Hu then went home. Inside, a scruffy middle-aged man was watching TV. When he saw Ni Hu return, he quickly stood up, eyeing him warily. The man’s face was bruised; there were several blood streaks on his arms, and one thumb was missing, wrapped tightly in white cloth.

“Dad, I’m hungry,” Ni Hu said solemnly.

The man shuddered and hurriedly replied, “Wait, I’ll make you something to eat right away.”

He rushed into the kitchen, seemingly unwilling to stay with Ni Hu any longer. Ni Hu turned off the TV and returned to his room.

On his desk lay a diary filled with chilling entries:

“What responsibilities do minors have if they commit murder…”

“How to stage an accidental death…”

“The best way to quit gambling…”

...

Ni Hu read through the diary, then looked toward the kitchen with a strange smile. “Maybe this way is good enough.”

He thought for a moment, took out a pair of scissors, and carefully cut the entire diary into tiny pieces until only grains of rice remained.

...

Chen Meng hadn’t gone to tutoring these past two days. With so much money, he could learn all the high school knowledge by self-study, and tutoring had become a waste of time.

He was planning how to get Ni Hu into the New Moon Sect. After careful consideration, he came up with a perfect plan.

He found Han Hao that day, who was at the Enforcement Bureau.

“Come in, but knock first,” Han Hao said, frowning as Chen Meng casually entered his office.

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