Chapter 17: Yuan Meng: I am extremely furious right now!

Lin Mo didn't think too much about it. By the time he returned home, it was already dark.

He logged into his game and saw that neither Zhang Wei nor Yuan Meng were online, so he abandoned the idea of playing.

Instead, he opened his class group chat and scrolled through, discovering quite a few interesting updates.

For instance, who had landed a job at a major tech firm, or who was complaining about how difficult their internship was and how their boss was an idiot.

There were also some novel stories, like someone who went to Hengdian to work as an extra for eighty yuan a day—just for fun, with free meals and an official internship certificate stamp, which made many people envious.

However, most were just ordinary people, grinding away in various positions to secure their internship certificates. Some had even explicitly stated they wouldn't be returning for the new semester and would be entering the workforce directly.

It felt as though, in their final year of university, everyone was maturing rapidly and gravitating toward society.

After a quick scan to ensure he hadn't missed any important news, he opened the dormitory group chat and @ed his three "adopted sons" to ask how their internships were going and when they would be returning to school so they could all grab a meal together.

But of the three, only "Director Wang" replied, telling him he would report back on the day school officially started.

Director Wang, whose real name was Wang Bo, had once gained fame after his mature appearance caused a security guard to mistake him for a high-ranking official on an inspection tour, which had alerted the school's leadership.

Even when he went to the cafeteria to get food, the aunties' hands wouldn't even shake. He was affectionately called Director Wang by the three roommates—of course, this was also related to the fact that he had never had a girlfriend.

After chatting with Director Wang for a while and scrolling through short videos, it was soon midnight, and the purchase page refreshed as scheduled.

【RPG Rocket Launcher, one shot to the soul; ￥13.6】

【DJI Drone; ￥4.34】

【Scar Removal Patches, 3-pack, painless scar removal in three minutes; ￥19.4】

【Katō Takeshi's Hand, continuous finger activity for 30 minutes, increases finger dexterity; ￥40】

Looking at the refreshed content on his phone screen, Lin Mo's eyes were instantly drawn to it.

It had to be said that some people are born protagonists, and some items are simply designed to grab attention at a glance.

According to the mnemonic, "three short, one long, pick the longest," it was obvious what he should choose, but what use did he have for that thing?

He didn't even have a girlfriend, and he had no plans to date for the time being. Was he going to buy it to crack eggs?

As for the weaponry, he was speechless. To be honest, it wouldn't be a lie to say he was tempted; if he were abroad, he would definitely have taken a shot just to see what the deal was.

The remaining two options made him hesitate slightly, but he ultimately chose the scar removal patches.

While a DJI drone wasn't cheap, this specific model was only around eight to ten thousand yuan, something he could buy with real money in reality. But the scar removal patches were different.

Although such things were sold in the real world, the effects would never reach this level; in fact, many were just "IQ taxes." But his were different.

Although Lin Mo didn't have large areas of scarring, he was a man, and after being a naughty kid, some bumps and scrapes were inevitable. The most noticeable was a small cut above his eyebrow from his childhood.

Though it was very faint now, a slight, careful look would reveal that white mark.

As for other small scars, as a grown man, he didn't care about them at all. Besides, couldn't this be a good business opportunity?

As the payment went through, three scar removal patches, slightly larger than a Band-Aid, appeared out of thin air in front of him. Just like before, there was no packaging; they were loose.

Having the experience now, Lin Mo didn't hesitate. He took one and applied it to the scar on his forehead, then used his phone to time it. Once three minutes had passed, he peeled the patch off, and sure enough, that faint white scar had vanished.

"Not bad. If I package these up and sell them to the Great Miss Yuan, that'll be another hefty income!"

As he spoke, Lin Mo felt like a chef who takes a piece of seaweed, gives it a little processing and a nice plating, and sells it to a tycoon for 998 yuan.

Fortunately, what he was selling was worth the price.

After washing up, Lin Mo finally went to sleep.

The next day, Lin Mo went to work as usual. Yuan Meng, however, did not show up, but he didn't pay it much mind. Instead, the atmosphere in the company felt somewhat off today.

The regular employees were fine, but several team leaders seemed preoccupied, and none of the powerful managers had appeared today. By that afternoon, rumors were flying that the company was preparing for layoffs.

Lin Mo didn't care. He was just an intern and would be leaving in a few days; whether there were layoffs or not had nothing to do with him.

Two days passed quickly. The atmosphere in the company grew increasingly tense. Yuan Meng still hadn't appeared and hadn't replied to his WeChat messages. If he didn't know her character and financial status, he might have even thought she was trying to dodge the final payment.

On the contrary, Zhang Wei had been complaining to him for the past two days, terrified of being laid off before he could find his next job.

His own shopping page hauls over the last two days had been mediocre: a gold necklace for women and a bottle of anti-hair loss serum.

Friday afternoon.

Lin Mo was sitting at his computer working peacefully when suddenly, a black plastic bag was tossed onto his desk.

"Sister Yuan?"

Lin Mo turned around to find the Great Miss Yuan, whom he hadn't seen for several days.

"Hey, did you miss me, little black dog? Look, isn't my skin tender? I'm going bare-faced today..." Yuan Meng set down a black toolbox and pointed to her face with a smile.

It had to be said that after a few days, Yuan Meng's face had indeed undergone a noticeable change. Her skin was fair and glowing, making her look like a porcelain doll.

Lin Mo was no slouch either; after a few days, he looked like a completely different person. Almost everyone who noticed had asked him about it privately, but he had brushed them off with vague answers.

Are you kidding? He was just an NPC; if they tried to pry into the Emperor's fortuitous encounters, they were courting death.

"Tender. My Sister Yuan was always a beauty..." Lin Mo complimented the goddess of wealth, then pointed at the plastic bag on the desk. "What's this?"

"Open it and see," Yuan Meng said, raising an eyebrow.

Without thinking much, Lin Mo reached out and opened the bag, only to freeze on the spot. Inside were two bundles of cash—one bundle was 100,000 yuan, meaning the two bundles totaled 200,000.

"Sister Yuan... this isn't right..." Lin Mo stammered. At first, she said 100,000, so what was the meaning of giving him 200,000 now?

Did she have her eyes on his kidneys?

He had initially thought the 100,000 she mentioned was just casual talk, but he hadn't expected it to double.

"Just take it. The extra is what you deserve. By the way, do you still have that secret formula? Give me some more," Yuan Meng said, rolling her eyes at him.

At this, Lin Mo hurriedly tried to persuade her: "Sister Yuan, it only works for seven days. Using it more is useless. You should take the money back."

Making money was fine, but he couldn't scam people. He thought Yuan Meng wanted more because she saw how well it worked and wanted to use it continuously.

"What are you thinking? My mom wants to use it too. She saw the changes in me these past two days. I extorted a hundred grand from her to get stock from you. Hurry up!"

Lin Mo: "..."

Good grief. He thought he was shady enough, but he hadn't realized someone could be even more ruthless.

Compared to Yuan Meng, he was a perfectly honest merchant.

He immediately gave her a thumbs up. "Sister Yuan, you really have the potential to be a profiteer. Shady! Damn, you're shady!"

Hearing this, Yuan Meng let out a cold laugh. She reached out, pressed her hand against Lin Mo's head, and sneered, "Little black dog, you dare call me a profiteer? I'm in a very bad mood right now!"

Lin Mo: (⊙⊙)