Spare Me, Great Lord! Chapter 48
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Chapter 48
The number of distress points that could be provided by thousands of people was enormous . Previously, Lu Shu felt that this system was unreliable, only to realize that the stinky tofu was godsent . . .
Stinky tofu was rather mysterious . Some people avoid it at all costs, while some people love eating it to the extent that they’ll get excited just by smelling it .
So not everyone would be distressed by stinky tofu, so Lu Shu still had some business .
One middle-aged man’s eyes lit up upon walking past and smelling the stinky tofu . He turned around and looked at Lu Shu, "How much does one cost?"
"5 dollars," Lu Shu knew that business was here .
"Let me try one," the middle-aged man passed 5 dollars to Lu Shu . Lu Shu felt a tinge of joy thinking about the possible future income from this .
The middle-aged man put a piece of black, stinky tofu into his mouth and licked his lips, "Delicious, what an authentic taste!"
Lu Shu heaved a sigh of relief . He didn’t eat stinky tofu, so he didn’t have much confidence in this business . Now that someone enjoyed it, it showed that it was a plausible business idea .
Business was like that, it was tough to merely rely on one idea .
Some people say instead of doing widespread business, one should open a restaurant .
But restaurants don’t earn money easily! Renovation, wages of waiters and chefs, what didn’t need money?
It would cost thousands of dollars every day, and many people wouldn’t be able to tolerate it .
Just like how many people actually had some business ideas which were quite innovative and refreshing . But once they actually do it, it’ll become a mess .
Lu Shu was afraid he belonged to this category . His advantage, however, was that his business didn’t require any money or cost . There was no need to buy ingredients or pay anyone wages . Even if this business didn’t succeed, there wasn’t much for him to lose – only some of his time .
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After the middle-aged man left, Lu Shu gained some confidence and started hollering, "5 dollars for 1 stinky tofu . You’ll regret not buying 1 for 5 dollars…"
Just when he finished speaking, his distress point income increased suddenly .
Those people who couldn’t tolerate stinky tofus were utterly annoyed . Can’t you sell your stinky tofu discreetly? Don’t shout!
When Lu Shu had gathered 7000 distress points, his stinky tofu gradually grew more popular . Once he reached 8100, he had finished selling all of his tofu!
Lu Shu suddenly thought deeply and hesitated . . .
He had a high amount of distress points today because no one came to try his stinky tofu for almost half a day . Only at the end did he manage to slowly sell them .
When returning customers come next time, he would finish selling his tofu quickly . He would earn money much quicker, but his inflow of distress points would be much less .
He realized that the stinky tofu given by the system was too delicious, and it was also a problem . . .
Lu Shu packed up his stall and headed home . The opening day was good, and since money was earned today, he’ll leave the future problems for another day .
As for the distress points, Lu Shu decided that he should think about it and explore the system . He’ll decide later at night .
On the way to school, Lu Shu used his phone to look at forums for any new happenings . He also looked at what the other metahumans were discussing on the chat groups .
The forum had discussions on the similarities of Daoyuan classes around the country . Everything within the country was generally the same . As for foreign countries, there was more news . Some people stated that other countries had started assembling small groups for metahumans as well .
Some people said they wanted to be the guardians and defenders of the city . Some even received interviews .
The media was naturally very receptive towards these metahumans who were more liberal with their thoughts . On one hand, the media wanted more news for the people . On the other hand, the metahumans craved the attention of the people . It was a match made in heaven .
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Regardless of whether they were sincere in wanting to defend the city, their attitude and thoughts were portrayed clearly and openly .
Many people on the forum also mentioned that the appearance of metahumans was a good thing . Heroic sentiments have appeared again, and everyone was more willing to do good deeds . Maybe this might change the entire world in a good way? At least the metahumans looked rather positive and optimistic for mankind now .
Lu Shu started to laugh silently when he saw all the forum comments . They were extremely childish and naive . Would those metahumans with evil sentiments tell everyone openly?
"Hi, I’m about to smash the window of your house . "
Haha, what’s the point of smashing a window? If they were to do bad things, they should be doing even worse things than smashing windows .
Another heavily discussed topic involved the secrets divulged by the Daoyuan class . More than a thousand students in the entire country were expelled because of that . There was a huge effect, and everyone could see the determination in keeping the secret of the Daoyuan class .
Some people also noticed another situation: Metahuman’s interactions within their own community wouldn’t cause any expulsion .
This meant that the black coats only forbid the relaying of information to commoners, but accepted the fact that metahumans interacted and shared information with each other .
Someone in Li Qi’s class group said, "My primary school classmate from another school just transferred over . He’s a B class and when we were chatting, he was gloating over it the entire day . He also expected me to ask him for tips and guidance for training and improvement of potential . "
"Stop dreaming, how could you raise your aptitude? You don’t even know how to train your fundamentals…"
At this time, a tier B aptitude was widely understood to be powerful . The metahuman trainees all knew clearly whoever was tier B .
Those students with high aptitudes naturally had more people gathered around them . This was like a force of nature, just like how rich people often had many people crowded around them .
Classifications really existed everywhere . With a difference in abilities, it was natural to have different classifications .
Some people from tiers CDEF subconsciously felt that those in B were better than them by a few tiers .
Some tier B students were more low key, while some had a rather high profile . For example, Liu Li from sophomore class 3 . He didn’t look down on anyone, but he was suddenly more active and lively in school recently . He was behaving like a social butterfly recently . . .
A social butterfly was a judgment by Lu Shu . . .
"You don’t have to care," Someone said, "Aptitude doesn’t represent your future . Moreover, our school has a few people in tier B as well, we even have a tier A . There’s no need to care about other schools . "
"Haha, actually the more he gloats, the more he lacks . There’s no need to care about him, let’s just stay united . "
A few baffling statements . Due to the differences between different schools, everyone had taken up a rivalry . Lu Shu could only think that these kids were easy to pacify . . .
Lu Shu slowly sent a new message, "The more you gloat, the more it shows that . . . What you have…"
The group of people in the group with a common enemy suddenly quietened down… Everyone's words seemed like they were struck by a flash back into their stomachs .
Damn it… You make so much sense!
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8 85A Prose of Years
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