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Editor: Sai Hiroto

At noon that day, Cheng Lang got Shen Huaiyu's bank statements when he was handling his parents' funeral, as well as the detailed list that Shen Huaiyu listed based on his memory.

"What are you going to do?" Shen Huaiyu looked at Cheng Lang blankly, "What do you need me to do?"

"Study hard and make progress every day." Cheng Lang said, "By the way, practice your tea-making skills. We will shoot a promotional video this weekend."

After sending Shen Huaiyu away, Cheng Lang followed the detailed list to inquire about the procedures and prices of funerals in this city. As Cheng Lang expected, according to the detailed list listed by Shen Huaiyu, the whole set of funerals would cost at most 400,000 yuan—this is Cheng Lang's calculation based on the market price, which is 10% higher.

Cheng Lang pretended to be a customer who wanted to buy a cemetery and contacted the sales consultant of the graveyard where Shen Huaiyu's parents were buried. He found out what the price of cemeteries of the same specifications was.

After finding out everything, even Cheng Lang, who was full of gossip, couldn't help but smack his lips.

"This old guy is really taking advantage of others!" Cheng Lang sneered. He is not a gentleman; he also loves money but in a proper way. He despises those who take advantage of the situation to cheat orphans.

"... I heard that your uncle is going to hold a calligraphy and painting exhibition this weekend." Cheng Lang said, "Find out the time and place, and we will go to meet him."

Shen Huaiyu looked at the price list that Cheng Lang brought back and nodded heavily.

Cheng Lang asked again, "Did you meet Professor Tan today?"

Shen Huaiyu nodded again, "I saw him. I did as you said and told him about how my uncle bargained for the house from me and sold it to Mr. Lu at a high price. Professor Tan didn't say anything, but he asked me carefully about the whole thing." Including some details of the funeral.

"It makes sense." Cheng Lang said. As Professor Tan, he would not make hasty comments on such a scandalous family affair involving the reputation of his friend. But since Professor Tan asked, it means that he has the intention to investigate.

Moreover, in the final analysis, Professor Tan was also one of the objects of exploitation. Cheng Lang believed that with Professor Tan's noble temperament, once the authenticity of this matter was verified, he would definitely not sit idly by.

"So what should we do now?" Shen Huaiyu looked at Cheng Lang, who was obviously somewhat dependent on him now.

"Go to work." Cheng Lang tapped his watch, "It's already past seven. It's definitely too late to take the bus, so let's take a taxi."

Because it was the evening rush hour, there was a bit of a traffic jam on the road. When the two arrived at White Jade Capital, it was almost eight o'clock. Cheng Lang changed into a waiter uniform as quickly as possible. As soon as he rushed into the dance floor, he was stopped by the manager of the purchasing department.

"Boss Cheng is very busy!" The purchasing manager sat in front of the bar with a glass of iced whiskey in his hand. His slender fingers tapped the table.

"I heard from Brother Chen that you have something to talk to me about?" The manager of the purchasing department was named Chen*, just over thirty years old. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and the Rolex on his hand alone cost more than one million. He always had a smile on his face. But at this moment, Manager Chen felt a little unhappy.

[*Sai: There are two names 'Chen' here; one of them is 'brother Chen' which is the short name of Han Mingchen, the general manager of White Jade Capital. While the name of the purchasing department manager is also called 'Chen', only that it is a surname, the meaning and pronunciation are also different.]

He received a call from Brother Chen early this morning, saying that he wanted him to look after someone and help order a few boxes of goods through the channels of the purchasing department.

Ever since Chen Hai became the purchasing manager of White Jade Capital, this kind of thing has happened frequently. Manager Chen didn't take it seriously and agreed to it over the phone. He thought that the new pillar who had used Brother Chen's backdoor would find him soon. But unexpectedly, Manager Chen waited from day to night and didn't see the shadow of the new pillar. In the end, it was Manager Chen who took the initiative to stay and work overtime and finally waited for this late pillar.

What a big arrogance!

Cheng Lang was smart and could see at a glance that the purchasing manager was a little unhappy. With a quick glance, he immediately understood what Manager Chen was upset about. To be honest, this was indeed his negligence. Cheng Lang should have taken the initiative to ask someone to do something for him, but he didn't expect that he accidentally left the God of Wealth alone for a day.

"I wanted to disturb Brother Chen this morning." Cheng Lang explained with an apologetic look, "I didn't expect Brother Chen to take the initiative to mention this to you. Brother Chen is such a good person. I came to White Jade Capital to work, and I am lucky to have met a nobleman. Unfortunately, not everyone is as lucky as me. Let me tell you, my classmate..."

Cheng Lang said and told Manager Chen about the trivial matters of Shen Huaiyu's family at the fastest speed, "... It was because of this that I failed to contact Manager Chen in the first place."

Manager Chen also has a hot temper. After hearing what Cheng Lang said, he was immediately furious. He also followed the common hatred and said, "It's not your fault. No one can stand such a thing. Isn't this just making money from the dead? He is not afraid of having a dream at night, and the parents of the children come to him for money."

"So! Good people are rare in this world. I am lucky so I can have noble people like Brother Chen and Brother Chen to help me. My classmate is unlucky, and even relatives with broken bones and tendons are unreliable."

"You are going to his uncle's calligraphy and painting exhibition this weekend to seek justice. Do you want me to ask two people to accompany you? It will also save you two kids from being bullied?"

"No need." Cheng Lang shook his head: "It's my own private matter; how can I trouble Manager Chen? I am very grateful that you can help me with this. To be honest, this milk tea shop was also opened by me and my classmate. Just to make some money for food. Fortunately, I am an orphan, and the whole family is not hungry. But my classmate also has a vegetative brother who costs more than 200,000 yuan a month. Alas!"

This speech has never been taken down since the day Cheng Lang traveled through time. After repeating it many times, Cheng Lang has already become familiar with it. The coordination of voice, stage, and performance was perfect.

Manager Chen just said it casually, and when he saw that Cheng Lang didn't need it, he didn't insist.

After appeasing the God of Wealth, Cheng Lang felt relieved. He changed the subject and started talking about business.

"My milk tea shop is just opposite our school. It's not big, and the customers are all students of our school. I have little capital and little profit. I just want to make some living expenses." Cheng Lang looked embarrassed, "I'm an orphan, and I don't have much capital. I can only order three or five boxes a month to make it look good. If I go to find distributors alone, I guess they won't bother with me."

"What's the big deal? Everyone's business started small and grew big." Manager Chen comforted Cheng Lang, "It's good that you can be self-reliant at such a young age. How many people at your age still rely on their parents for pocket money?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Manager Chen felt that he had made a mistake. Other people of the same age can rely on their parents, but Cheng Lang, an orphan, has to rely on himself. If he can't make money, he might not even know where to eat his next meal.

Manager Chen thought about this and felt a little guilty for no reason. He was too lazy to make up for it, so he said, "Let's do this. What kind of drinks do you want? Give me a list, and I'll bring them to you at the internal cost price. This order will not be charged to the bar and cannot be put into the bar's warehouse. Give me an address, and I'll notify the supplier to ship the goods to you."

After hearing this, Cheng Lang immediately thanked him with gratitude.

After talking about business, Manager Chen answered a phone call and left. The bartender Kevin gave Cheng Lang a thumbs up, "You can make a dead person come alive with your mouth."

"How do you speak?" Cheng Lang glanced at him and raised his eyebrows, "I am sincere and touching. After all, it is because Brother Chen (Han Mingchen) and Brother Chen are kind-hearted. If it were someone with a heart of stone, I would say a lot of things, but it would not work."

The bartender listened to Cheng Lang's roundabout way, his head was buzzing, "I can't beat you. It's almost nine o'clock, it's your turn to go on stage."

Cheng Lang shook his head. He really felt the time was flying by.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Cheng Lang stood on the stage on time. After two days of baptism and training, the guests in the bar had obviously become accustomed to Cheng Lang's style of doing things. As soon as he stood on the stage, someone couldn't wait to offer him drinks and songs. He thought Cheng Lang would still accept everyone, but Cheng Lang sighed and said, "... Last night, as soon as I got off the stage, my bar manager called me to the office."

Brother Wang, who was standing under the stage, felt a "thump" in his heart, wondering what Cheng Lang was going to do.

—Damn, is this kid trying to push the blame on Brother Chen?

BrotherWang's face was ashen, fearing that Cheng Lang was a newborn bull who was not afraid of tigers and lost his sense of proportion because of his money-obsessed mind. If he really offends Brother Chen, no one can save him.

On the stage, Cheng Lang was still full of emotion, and he was telling his stand-up comedy with a rich expression, "Brother Chen taught me a lesson. He said that he had been in White Jade Capital for so long, and he had never seen someone like me."

The guests in the audience knew it well, but they couldn't help but say, "What kind of person are you?"

"Be affectionate everywhere." Cheng Lang looked up at the lights with an attitude of ‘I am a romantic and suave man, but the world loves loyalty’, "Brother Chen praised me for my good looks, sweet mouth, and good singing, so everyone loves me."

The guests in the audience couldn't help but say, "Just forget it."

The rest of the idle people nodded and reconsidered—although they had no evidence, everyone felt that "Brother Chen" would not praise Cheng Lang so much. He was definitely using someone else's name, ‘Wang Po sells melons and boasts about himself*’.

[*Sai: Also known as "Old Wang sells melons". Philosophical implications: Proactively promote and dare to promote. Which is used to describe merchants who take the initiative to promote and boast about their goods.]

Cheng Lang had a very high psychological quality and ignored the doubts of the guests. He continued, "Brother Chen said that I should never, ever use my mass-produced tenderness to perfunctorily treat every customer's devoted love."

Someone in the audience couldn't help it and quickly spoke up to defend himself, "I don't like you."

Cheng Lang couldn't stand it this time, "... As the saying goes, men's mouths are lies. Whether you like me or not, it doesn't count for you to say."

Someone in the audience even said, "Then how can it count?"

Cheng Lang got to the point, "It depends on the money!"

"I also want to say something to my fellow countrymen here," Cheng Lang changed the subject and began to act as a relationship expert, "To judge whether a person likes you, don't just look at what he says, but also look at what he does. If a person is willing to spend money on you, even if he doesn't say it, at least his wallet likes you and is willing to open it for you. But if a person says he loves you to death but is not even willing to spend money on you..."

Cheng Lang shook his head and didn't say anything more.

A female guest in the audience couldn't help asking, "What if a person is willing to spend money on you, but she doesn't like you?"

Hearing this question, some people smiled at each other tacitly. This kind of thing is most common on such a decadent occasion.

Cheng Lang glanced at the female guest and said, "I can get your money, but I can't get your heart?"

The guests in the audience always felt something was wrong when they heard this.

The female guest couldn't help but nod and say, "You can say that. I am willing to use money to hit people, but my boyfriends always think that I am not loyal enough and don't love them enough. They say that my love is cheap."

Hearing this, Cheng Lang analyzed seriously, "That depends on the market situation and whether prices have risen recently or inflation has occurred. If the economy is in recession and money has depreciated, this situation is also possible. Maybe they are reminding you that it's time to pay more."

Female guest: "..."

The audience burst into laughter.

Cheng Lang concluded confidently with a laugh, "So, money is a good thing. There is nothing in this world that money can't solve. If it can't solve it, then add more money."

The female guest asked with a smile, "If I want you to be my boyfriend, how much money do I have to add?"

The audience immediately burst into laughter and whistles.

Cheng Lang held the guitar with a vigilant look on his face, "I sell my art, but not my body."

The female guest played with the wine glass in her hand and asked with a smile, "What if I force it? Don't you just like money? I'll buy your willingness with money."