Peerless Immortal Emperor in City

"Moreover, this is only your salary for one term. If my son is satisfied, he will give you a bonus next month."

The middle-aged man spoke from a position of superiority, looking down on Qin Heng and the others. He didn't take them seriously at all, assuming they would certainly accept.

As soon as he said this, the dormitory fell silent.

The rest of the people also looked at Qin Heng and the other two with disdain, their eyes filled with scornful laughter.

Qin Heng's eyes narrowed slightly, giving the middle-aged man a scrutinizing glance. Jiang Pingqiao glanced at the money on the table, seemingly shocked, but then turned his head away.

SMACK!

Jingfeng stood up abruptly, pointed at the middle-aged man, and said in a deep voice, "Who do you think you are? It's not just about this money; even if it were ten times more, you're not qualified to make such demands of me!"

The money on the table totaled 150,000.

If divided among Qin Heng, Jiang Pingqiao, and Jingfeng, each would get 50,000.

Fifty thousand for one term!

For freshmen just entering university, this was definitely a huge sum.

But for someone like Jingfeng, a Grandmaster of Transcendence, it was nothing more than a trifle, not even worth mentioning. Someone of a similar realm, Hong Tianshu, known as the Nanyang Divine Dragon, could sit on equal footing with leaders of Singapore and other Nanyang countries and was considered a big shot in the entire world.

"So, ten times fifty thousand isn't enough to move you, is that it?"

At this time, a handsome young man who looked to be around seventeen or eighteen walked in. He stood tall, over 1.8 meters, dressed in fine custom clothing, with a very gentle smile.

He sized up Jingfeng briefly and said, "Then, I will offer a hundred times the current price—five million for a term. Just be my bodyguard. How about it?"

Five million!? For one term! Just to be a bodyguard!?

Jiang Pingqiao was stunned, looking incredulously at the handsome young man who had just walked in. He was completely dumbfounded.

He was from an ordinary working-class family. His parents' combined annual income was only about 100,000 yuan. After deducting daily expenses and emergency funds, they would be lucky to save 20,000 to 30,000 by the end of the year. Five million! That would take two hundred years to save! Yet, from this person's mouth, it was merely the fee to hire a bodyguard for a single term?

For the first time, Jiang Pingqiao felt that the world was so unjust. Perhaps what he could achieve after ten or twenty years of hard work couldn't even compare to someone else's starting point. Why! Why was it like this!?

Qin Heng sat to the side, watching Jiang Pingqiao with interest.

This young man from a common family, if nothing unexpected happened, would never be able to cross the class barrier he faced. Even making it into Beijing University, the top university in the country, would at most allow him to live a slightly better life than the average person. To become like this new roommate, who could casually offer five million, was almost impossible, let alone to be like Qin Heng, who could easily throw around tens of billions.

However, once Spiritual Energy revived and the Laws awoke, everything would be different. At that time, the old social order would inevitably be shattered, and all past wealth and power would vanish like smoke. Only one thing would determine one's status—personal power!

Now, a seed had been planted in Jiang Pingqiao's heart. It was just waiting for an opportunity to arrive so it could grow robustly, possibly achieving some extraordinary accomplishments. Qin Heng could tell that Jiang Pingqiao's cultivation aptitude was quite good, with an excellent foundation. Being able to get into Beijing University, his IQ and comprehension wouldn't be bad either; he was good material for cultivation.

And you, what will you decide? Qin Heng's gaze then shifted to Jingfeng. This martial artist, who had just come down from Qingcheng Mountain, had quite the air of a novel protagonist. Faced with an offer of five million, how would he decide? No matter how high his cultivation level, if his determination is average, his integrity might not amount to much. Jingfeng didn't seem like someone with a strong will.

"Great! No problem!" Jingfeng readily agreed, laughing as he said, "Since I came down the mountain, I've really felt that money is indeed something one can't do without! Five million should last me a while. Heh heh! My name is Jingfeng, what should I call you?"

He had no grand ambitions, only wanting to eat well, live well, and have a good time. All these required money. And he wasn't quite sure what a Martial Artist could do. With the prowess of a Grandmaster of Transcendence but nowhere to apply it, he certainly couldn't just go and rob people. Protecting that young lady in secret yielded no salary. So, when he saw the five million, Jingfeng was tempted.

"Your straightforwardness is admirable!" The young man smiled slightly, nodding his head in satisfaction. "My name is Wu Cheng. You can call me Young Master Wu from now on. Don't be formal; I'm quite amiable."

Then, he turned to the middle-aged man, saying, "Dad, organize it for me. I want to dine tonight with these three roommates. Book a nice hotel—um, let's have it on the top floor of the Jiuchong Pavilion."

"Sure! No problem!" The middle-aged man complied with Wu Cheng's orders without any of the authority a father would typically command. Then, he pointed to the remaining money on the table. "This money, you two split it," he said. "Consider it your lucky break!"

After saying that, he left the dormitory with a group of relatives.

As this group left, the dormitory quieted down. A profound silence fell, leaving only Qin Heng, Jiang Pingqiao, Jingfeng, and Wu Cheng.

"Jingfeng, do you have a driver's license?" Wu Cheng spoke as if no one else was there, entirely ignoring Qin Heng and Jiang Pingqiao. He pulled out a car key, threw it to Jingfeng, and said, "This is my car key. Go get my car."

Ferrari! Jiang Pingqiao sharply saw the emblem on the car key, his expression shifting slightly—it was a car he might never be able to afford, even if he worked his entire life!

"Yes! I'll go now." Jingfeng nodded, already slipping into the role of a bodyguard.

He walked out of the dormitory to get Wu Cheng's car. He hadn't thought much about it; getting paid to do a job seemed perfectly normal to him.

"Do you see? This is the power of money," Wu Cheng said after Jingfeng had left. He looked at Qin Heng and Jiang Pingqiao with disdain and sneered, "This is the power of money. If it weren't for money, I'd never recognize Jingfeng's extraordinary qualities.

"If it weren't for money, Jingfeng would never be my bodyguard. It's precisely because I have money that I have all this. You poor shmucks being my roommates is an honor for you.

"You'd better prepare for tonight's dinner. Jiuchong Pavilion is a renowned restaurant under the Daqin Group, and you can't enter if you're not properly dressed. Moreover, my dad is going to invite many social elites. This might even include some of Daqin Group's management.

"This is an excellent opportunity for lower-class poor schmucks like you to meet influential people. Be grateful to me. It's because you're my roommates that you have this chance to change your fate.

"Otherwise, you'd forever remain at the bottom of society, trash! Hahaha!!"

Having said this, he strode away, leaving the dormitory.