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Chapter 192 was disrupted by Devans and his group.

Because of Diffus and the others' meddling, David didn't pick up many beads. He only managed to get three from the cleaning lady after much pleading.

After school, Zhao Wuyin took the other three to the pawnshop she had mentioned, where the owner was very generous, to exchange the small purple jade beads for money.

Lu Renkui, who was inside Sun Xi's body, took one and showed it to the boss.

The shopkeeper held the bead, which was two sizes smaller than a Coca-Cola bottle cap, in his hand and shone a flashlight on it.

The shop owner was knowledgeable. After examining the jade beads, he said, "These are light reddish-purple jade beads. They are clear and translucent, but the color is a bit too pale. They are worth around 10 yuan each."

"10!" Andra exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, is there anything else?" the shopkeeper asked, a clear smile on his face. "A light reddish-purple jadeite like this one is priced between 5 and 15 yuan on the market."

“Yes, there are more!” Lu Renkui said, taking all the purple jade beads out of his pocket to show the shopkeeper.

"Me too, I have some too." Andra also picked out a few pretty beads and handed them to the shopkeeper.

“And mine too.” David took out all the purple jade beads he had.

Seeing the three students suddenly produce so many valuable purple jade beads, the shopkeeper's eyes widened. He cautiously asked, "Where did you get these purple jade beads?"

"Um...it was given out during the school's talent show, um," Lu Renkui replied.

The boss was shocked again: "Which school are you from?"

“Um, that Saint… Saint Mande… Eras.” The name of this Mary Sue world academy was too long, and Lu Renkui often stumbled over it.

“Students of St. Mandeiras…” The shopkeeper read it smoothly and looked the students up and down at their school uniforms.

After realizing that the school uniforms worn by the students were indeed those of St. Mandeiras School, the shopkeeper continued to help them authenticate the uniforms, asking as he did so, "Is this what the school issued? Are you just going to sell it like this?"

“Actually, it can’t really be considered as something the school gave us,” Zhao Wuyin replied. She thought for a moment and said, “It started as a performance by one of our students, and they gave it to us after the performance. But not many people picked it up.”

"Oh, I see." The shopkeeper said as he used his flashlight to examine the small purple jade beads.

After identifying the small beads, David, who picked up three purple jade beads, received 100 million.

Lu Renkui, who had collected enough to fill a palm, earned over 700 million for the original owner, Sun Xi.

Although Andra only took out a few beads—because she wanted to use the remaining beads to make a piece of jewelry for her mother—the few jade beads she took out were of good color and quality, and in the end, she received more than 400 million.

After the boss quoted the price, Andra felt like she was dreaming, in a daze.

"Wow, so much money!" Zhao Wuyin exclaimed. "I've only ever seen this much money at the home of one of my super-rich friends—that's how much pocket money she gets—I wish I'd picked up some too, so I could have paid the balance on my dress."

"This price is acceptable, right?" the shopkeeper asked with a smile, his wrinkles deepening. "Then take the beads you're carrying with you first. After I've applied for the loan in a few days, bring your bank cards and I'll transfer the money to you."

"Oh, okay." Lu Renkui said as he stuffed all the jade beads he had picked up back into his pocket, and began to plan how to tell Mr. and Mrs. Sun that he had found about 700 million yuan.

Andra suddenly realized what was happening. She carefully put the beads she had chosen to sell into another pocket, and then began to think about how to tell her parents about it—she didn't have her own bank card yet, and what was she going to do with the more than 400 million? Her parents would probably be very happy.

David didn't react much, but he sighed inwardly: "I didn't go early enough; I only picked up a few. It's only about a million, but that's enough. I should be able to get some things new, and it'll cover my studies at this school. Now I'll start preparing for university tuition."

As Zhao Wuyin and his companions walked out of the pawn shop and were about to go home, David's phone rang.

The four of them stopped in their tracks instantly. Lu Renkui, Zhao Wuyin, and Andra, who were inside Sun Xi's body, looked at David and his ringing phone with a hint of curiosity.

"What are you looking at?" David sighed, and when he saw that the caller ID on his phone showed his father, he sighed again. "Can't people not waste their gossip on trivial matters?"

The three girls remained silent, their eyes still fixed on David and his ringing phone.

"Okay, okay, I'll pick you up, I'll pick you up, I'll pick you up. I knew I shouldn't have told you my last name was Vince." David knew why the three girls were curious—because he was a member of the Vince family.

Rumors about the Vince family are rampant within the circle, and anyone outside the circle who is interested has also heard about them.

"Hello." David spoke first after the call was connected.

The person on the other end clearly didn't expect David to speak first, and hesitated for a moment before saying, "David."

"Father, what's wrong?" David just wanted to hang up the phone and leave as soon as possible. He felt like his three teammates were treating him like a fool.

"I heard your friend beat up your brother's friend." Van Vince took a sip of the coffee his secretary had poured for him; it was a little hot.

“Oh, yes, there’s a bit of a grudge between the two of them, and my brother and I can’t really get involved.” David knew that Diffens would definitely complain when he got back, because he had driven with three people in the car, preventing Diffens from catching up with any of them and getting revenge.

Devans is the typical type who, if he can't win a fight, will call his parents.

Furthermore, Diffus was Van Vince's handpicked successor to the company—because David had no intention or interest in inheriting it, and David's younger siblings were too young. Therefore, Diffus, as the eldest brother with a strong interest in company management, became the only suitable candidate—and given this position, Van Vince would still fulfill some of Diffus's less troublesome requests.

Especially this time, Diffus had a legitimate reason—for the sake of David's healthy interpersonal relationships.

"It's just that the two of them have a little conflict, right?" Van Vince picked up a contract and started reading, asking as he went.

Diffens and Van Vince said that David made a group of violent friends at school.

According to Diffens, David's violent friends not only attacked Diffens with David's help, but also attacked Diffens' other friends.

“Father, you must discipline my brother more strictly!” Diffus said, wiping away his tears. “It breaks my heart that he’s hanging out with such a bunch of shady characters.”

"Especially one of the girls inside, she almost kicked my brother so hard he became impotent!"

The next sentence revealed that Van Vince, who had originally intended to make a symbolic phone call to warn his second son, suddenly became interested in David's new group of friends.

Van Vince wanted to see what such a ruthless little girl was like.

However, if asked directly, David probably wouldn't answer, because from Van Vince's perspective, David has always adhered to the principle of not answering questions he doesn't want to answer, especially since the question concerns people around David, making it even less likely that David would answer.

"Let's try another approach," Van Vince said into the phone. "Since it's just a minor conflict, let your friend and your brother's friend handle it themselves."

“But it’s not a good idea for the two of you to have such a strained relationship. It might affect your friends.” Van Vince said as he closed the business contract, put his phone to his ear, and handed the contract to his secretary, indicating that he should do it. “How about this, I’ll host a meeting, and you can bring your friends with you.”

"Why don't you have that girl who almost kicked your brother's friend into a woman have a good talk with him? You and Diffens should also have a good talk and make up for it, what do you say?"

“No,” David said, rolling his eyes and taking the phone away from his ear.

“If you dare hang up, I’ll take away all your living expenses for this month. Hello, hello!” After not hearing David’s reply for a while, Van Vince took the phone away from his ear and saw that the phone screen was already black.

Looking at his own face on the blacked-out phone screen, Van Vince's hand holding the phone showed bulging veins on the back, and he gripped the phone tighter and tighter.

"You brat!" Van Vince was furious. He took a sip of coffee, but then burned himself with the hot coffee and spat it all out.

This startled the secretary.

The secretary magically produced a pack of clean tissues and began laying them out over the spot where her boss had vomited, preventing coffee stains from spreading everywhere.

“Miss,” Van Vince, whose mouth was still raw from the hot coffee, said through his blood-stained mouth, “cut off David’s living expenses for this month, next month, and the month after that.”

"Oh, has everything stopped, boss?" Missy thought of the boss's second son, David.

David had only met Mi once at a company banquet.

David was wearing a white suit, holding an empty cup, standing in the corner looking out the window.

Missy compared David, Devans, and David and Devans' brother Amoia and found that David was the thinnest of the three, and looked like he didn't eat much.

The allowance was already meager; if it stopped now, wouldn't the young master starve to death? The secretary thought, feeling a pang of sympathy for the young master. He had heard from others that David had long since severed ties with Van Vince because of his biological mother.

The $300 he receives each month is still drawn from the secret stash his mother set aside for him; Van Vince is incredibly stingy.

Missy felt that David was really pitiful: his father didn't care about him, his mother was lying in a hospital bed, and now the $300 he was supposed to receive for living expenses each month from the little savings his mother left him was being deducted.

Missy verbally agreed to what Van Vince said, but in reality, she planned to secretly transfer $300 from her own salary to David.

Don't turn it too much, or David will notice something is wrong—this young master is good in every way, easygoing and polite, but he's a bit stubborn.

Missy thought that if David found out I was transferring money to him again, the chances of the boss finding out would be much greater. So she decided not to let David know, as the chances of being discovered were smaller if she kept this secret to herself.

Behind the secretary, Van Vince was still muttering under his breath about David: "That little brat is giving him too much credit. I was trying to give him some advice, but he won't listen to a word."

Meanwhile, David, who was being scolded by Van Vince, was being questioned by several of his friends.

"You just hung up on your dad like that?" Zhao Wuyin asked.

“It doesn’t matter,” David said, annoyed by the thought of his father. “He never cares about me anyway, so if he suddenly calls me, it’s definitely not good news.”

“Oh, okay then, anyway you have enough money now—you have your own bank card, right?” Lu Renkui asked.

“I have them. My mother opened several accounts for me,” David said. “I’ll check the card numbers later. Anyway, I always carry these bank cards with me.”

"Oh, that's good. Now your finances are no longer controlled by your family." Zhao Wuyin applauded David.

After finishing their conversation, the group went their separate ways.

Before he had taken two steps, Zhao Wuyin heard the beeping of a car horn.

Zhao Wuyin turned around and saw the ugly but expensive car his father had bought.

The driver leaned out of the ugly but expensive car and said, "Miss, it's time to go home."

"Oh, here it is!" Zhao Wuyin said as he opened the back door of the ugly but expensive car.

Zhao Wuyin's mother was already sitting in the back of the car waiting for him.

"You're here! How are you feeling today?" Zhao's mother smiled and pulled her daughter, who had just sat down, into her arms.

"My performance today was amazing! They all loved the little cakes!" Zhao Wuyin said happily.

"Oh, really?" Zhao's mother said with a smile, gently pinching her daughter's chubby cheek.

"Yes!" Zhao Wuyin said, sniffing his mother's perfume while closing his eyes and pleading, "So, Mom, please, give me more pocket money, I'm broke."

"What, you're broke again? Did you go buy another dress?" Zhao's mother pinched Zhao Wuyin's face a little harder.

"Hmm," Zhao Wuyin mumbled, "Those savings books from Huoshu are really pretty." (But those dresses are really pretty too.)

"Didn't you say you were going to make a pretty dress with your friend whose family has a tailor? Why did you buy one again?" Zhao's mother let go of his hand and rubbed the spot on Zhao Wuyin's face with her thumb.

"Oh, Little Cake's mom is so busy, so Little Cake and I had to make it ourselves, but we're not very good at crafts..."

Zhao's mother's eyes were full of disbelief.

"Okay, actually, it's because my craftsmanship is bad," Zhao Wuyin said helplessly. Several dresses had been ruined, and neither Xiao Cake nor her mother could salvage them. So it was better to just buy them; it's better than wasting money."

"Alright then, so what kind of dress are you planning to buy with your friend after you get the money?" Zhao's mother seemed to be implying that she was going to give Zhao Wuyin the money.

"Great!" Zhao Wuyin said happily. "After we get the money, we'll take Xiao Cake to buy a dress. If we can't buy one, we'll take a picture of it and draw it according to the design. Then we'll have Xiao Cake make one."

"Achoo!" Sun Xi sneezed after regaining control of her body, but that didn't stop her from being happy that she had received 700 million yuan in just a few months while half asleep.

“Go and talk to your parents yourself, okay? And after that, you and Zhao Wuyin will be spending time together,” Lu Renkui confirmed with Sun Xi again. “You have to help us complete the mission. If you don’t, we’ll take care of it ourselves.”

"Okay, okay, okay. Hehehe, money, money, money, money!" Sun Xi grinned from ear to ear with joy.

However, before entering the house, Sun Xi took a deep breath to calm herself down.

Then, Sun Xi unlocked the door with her key, slammed it open, and said in a booming voice, "Mom! I made money! Over 700 million!"

Sun's mother, who was tidying up the fabric, was so frightened that she almost tore the fabric in her hands to shreds.

Then Sun Xi successfully got a taste of his mother's sharp tongue—a finger joint smashing his head.

"Host, why does the original owner seem a bit dim-witted?" System WQBYRZM asked, rubbing its ears, which had been tormented by Sun Xi's kettle-like tone.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Lu Renkui rubbed his ear as well, saying helplessly, "You chose this world."

"Yeah, right." System WQBYRZM stopped talking and started patting its ears to test how loud it could hear.

Sun Xi's foolish joy at receiving the money lasted until the next morning.

The next morning, Diffus stood on the school's radio station and challenged David, Zhao Wuyin, Sun Xi, and Andra.