"Hello, my name is Shen Lang, and I am a trader of all things."

By the lake in the park, Shen Lang introduced himself to Dong Yibo.

Dong Yibo looked at Shen Lang warily and asked, "Can you give me 3 million?"

He didn't think this young man, who looked to be about his age, would give him 3 million, unless he was one of the top-tier rich kids. But if the other person was a top-tier rich kid, what would he see in him?

Shen Lang laughed and said, "Of course, I can even provide you with more money. As long as you can pay the corresponding price."

"What do you want?" Dong Yibo asked.

"I want your learning talent," Shen Lang said bluntly. "Your learning talent is quite good; it can be exchanged for 3 million."

Dong Yibo stared at Shen Lang, wondering why this incredibly handsome man would say something that sounded like something a madman would say.

"Think about it. If you agree, I can give you the money right now." Shen Lang met Dong Yibo's strange gaze without getting angry.

“Okay.” Dong Yibo pretended to hesitate for a moment, then said, “Okay, I agree to the deal.”

Shen Lang smiled knowingly, then took out the contract and handed it to him: "Just press your fingerprint on your name."

Dong Yibo took the contract, glanced at its simple contents, and pressed it down directly.

After retrieving the contract, Shen Lang saw the extra talent in the warehouse and said to Dong Yibo, "The money has been transferred to you. You can check your bank card balance."

Seeing the money deposited into his bank account, Dong Yibo finally breathed a sigh of relief: he finally had money to repay the high-interest loan.

After receiving the money, Dong Yibo decided to deposit it temporarily, as the interest generated by keeping the three million in the bank account for seven days would be considerable.

After giving Shen Lang a perfunctory thank you, he hurriedly left.

"Master, those two agreed so easily!" the little elf said in surprise, floating beside Shen Lang.

Shen Lang laughed and said, "They are all people who are blinded by desire. Money is everything to them."

The little elf nodded as if it understood but not quite.

"Young master, it's time to eat. You should eat now," Dongxue said from behind.

Shen Lang also felt his stomach growling, and then said to Mi Qi'er, "Take me to your cafeteria for a meal."

He also wanted to experience the food in the university cafeteria. Although he couldn't be a university student now, he could still experience life there.

“Okay, boss!” Michelle replied excitedly when she heard that Shen Lang was going to eat at the USTC cafeteria.

Then he led Shen Lang and Dong Xue into the university cafeteria.

Upon entering the school, Shen Lang discovered that there were flamboyant girls dressed in their finest attire, as well as shy and naive girls strolling around the playground with their male classmates.

There were also students diligently studying at a stone table in the woods, their books in hand.

Most of the people who came up to Shen Lang and his two companions were just passersby attracted by their good looks. Some even boldly approached the three of them to ask for their WeChat IDs.

However, they were all deterred by the cold atmosphere of the winter snow.

Ordinary people simply cannot withstand the aura of a late-stage Earth Rank ancient martial artist.

After the group arrived at the cafeteria, a group of girls saw Michelle and started whispering among themselves:

"Isn't that Michelle from the Chinese Literature Department? Why is she eating in the cafeteria?"

"Yes, I heard she usually goes to high-end restaurants, but I actually saw her in the cafeteria today. Quick, take a video and post it on Douyin."

"Michelle is so pretty. If she were Chinese, she could definitely compete with Li Ruoxian for the title of school beauty."

"Who are those two people with her? I've never seen them before."

"I don't know, maybe it's a friend from outside of school."

"..."

Shen Lang overheard their conversation and couldn't help but ask, "Michelle, are you a celebrity at your school?"

Michelle nodded shyly, but dared not respond to Shen Lang's words.

Michelle is incredibly popular at USTC. Wherever the three of them go, students who are eating put down their bowls and chopsticks, wanting to take out their phones to capture this rare moment.

However, as soon as they raised their phones, they were intimidated by Dongxue's icy gaze and dared not open the camera.

Only after they had passed did I dare to take out my phone to take a picture of their backs.

After searching for a while, Shen Lang led the two girls to a window selling rice bowls. He ordered a rice bowl with shredded pork with garlic sauce for himself, and Dongxue ordered a rice bowl with stir-fried bamboo shoots and pork. Although Mi Qi'er was not very willing to eat ordinary food, she could only follow suit since Shen Lang had eaten. She ordered a rice bowl with stir-fried green peppers and potatoes for herself.

The meal for the three people was paid for by Michelle using her WeChat Pay. The total cost was less than thirty yuan, which was less than the taxi fare Michelle used to take out coffee.

Shen Lang gave a thumbs up to the school's food prices. Compared to outside meals, the students' meals were not only cleaner and more hygienic, but also much cheaper. Although the school made money from this, it wasn't much.

The cafeteria ladies were very efficient at cooking, and the food was ready in no time for the three of them.

After finding an empty seat and sitting down, Shen Lang smiled and said, "I'm sorry to trouble Mi Qi'er to eat this simple meal with us today."

Michelle shook her head and hurriedly said, "Boss, Michelle isn't picky about food. It's my honor to eat with you."

Then Michelle picked up her spoon and ate her food in small bites.

Shen Lang glanced at Dong Xue sitting next to him and asked, "Can you get used to the food?"

Dongxue nodded and said, "That's fine, young master."

She then picked up her chopsticks and began to eat.

While they were eating, an uninvited guest arrived at the table.

A smartly dressed young man with his hair parted in a 3:7 ratio entered the cafeteria with several followers. After finding Michelle's seat, they went straight over to her.

"Holy crap, isn't that Young Master Song Yu? What's he doing in the cafeteria?"

"He's definitely here to see Michelle. Is there even a question? Everyone at school knows about him and Michelle."

"Didn't he and Michelle break up?"

"Who knows? We don't understand the world of the rich."

"…………"

Song Yu walked up to Michelle with his entourage, revealing a standard gentlemanly smile: "Michelle, long time no see."

Michelle gave him a disgusted look and said, "Song Yu, get the hell away from me. I never want to see you again. We're not friends anymore."

The man wasn't angry at all. He tried to sit down next to Michelle, but she blocked his seat with her boots: "Didn't I make myself clear enough?"

The man named Song Yu wasn't angry or embarrassed at all. His smile remained unchanged as he said, "Mi Qi'er, you don't need to pretend like this in front of me. The Mi family has already cut off your source of income. You're so poor now that you have to eat in the cafeteria. What are you pretending for?"

Michelle stood up abruptly, her expression somewhat agitated, and retorted, "What I eat is my own business and has nothing to do with you. Please get out of my sight immediately."

"Don't be so stubborn. If you've made up your mind, you can come to me anytime. My conditions remain unchanged." Song Yu smiled, glanced at Shen Lang who was eating, and lingered on Dong Xue's face for a few more seconds before turning and leaving with his henchmen.