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Deng Fei also put down his chopsticks, as he did not understand the current situation of the people. Did he become so crazy just to eat one mouthful? A price that could be sold for hundreds of thousands? Is there no place to spend the money or how to drip it?

”After that, when there are many people who know about it, they can auction their meal tickets and other stuff like that. Basically, they can make some money lying down and keep it up for a few meals a month. If that keeps them in suspense, the price will continue to rise.”

Money didn't have much of a concept for them, and asking for money wasn't much use either. However, this was the first time that they found out that money could still be earned this way, if only they could be raised like this while cultivating, how great would that be? What a pity.

”If this really works, then I'll have a lot of time to cultivate and learn.” Deng Fei scratched his head. If it was really feasible, then it was not bad. Even though he had never seen so much money, just listening to it was enough to excite him.

The Zhu Di had just finished his last bit of breakfast. He looked at his junior brother with a smile, seeming to want to claim credit, as if he was saying: I'm so awesome. Hurry up and praise me, hurry and hurry!

However, the Zhu Di was destined to be disappointed. Deng Fei was currently immersed in the excitement of hundreds of thousands of people, how could he still have the time to care about this proud senior brother of his.

The Zhu Di waited for a long time, but did not see Deng Fei's reaction. He took out a tissue to wipe the corner of his mouth and heavily threw it out. He even arrogantly snorted and returned to his training room.

He leaned against the door of the dining hall with a bag of buns in his hand and took a bite out of it as he stared at the unfinished breakfast in Deng Fei-tang's bowl. He did not know if there was envy in his eyes, but it fully illustrated what he meant by thirst quenching and the vivid image of his performance. Pan Jiang said, ”How can I have such a disappointing disciple?”

After breakfast, Pan Jiang went back to his room to rest. He was still weak, and if he stayed for too long, it would be hard to suppress his injuries, so he needed a lot of time to stabilize his wounds.

Other than Lu Yuan, the only other person in the restaurant was Deng Fei, who was tidying up the dishes. Seeing that everyone had left, Lu Yuan turned around to confirm that they were all gone. He snuck up to Deng Fei and helped to clean up the table.

”I say, junior brother, if Master leaves in the future, can you give me a copy in private?” ”Don't worry, there's plenty of benefits!” He could not bear the torment any longer. It was worse than killing him. Even the top ten torturers of the Qing Dynasty could not withstand such torture!

Deng Fei stopped what he was doing and looked at Lu Yuan with doubt. Was he going to disobey the order? But I like it!

”It's not impossible. From then on, I will leave a copy for you in the kitchen every time, but I'll say it in advance!” It's none of my business if I'm found out! Big Brother and the others will definitely not do it. ”

”Happy cooperation!”

Soon, the two of them shook hands in tacit understanding. A victorious smile appeared on Lu Yuan's face. He could already feel the victory in front of him. He no longer had to watch others eat like this everyday, while he could only eat steamed buns! The beautiful day had arrived once again!