Resurrection Empire

But he was relatively tolerant towards his classmates.

Because he was not withdrawn and deeply understood the social nature of people.

After being resurrected on Source Star, he changed a lot, both passively and actively.

Now he is also a business owner with over a hundred full-time employees and over ten thousand temporary employees.

If he wants to change the world, he must integrate into the world.

So, at the dining table, he tried his best to meet the standards expected of a man with connections.

Others intentionally catered to him as a first-generation rich, genius warrior, top student, and internet celebrity.

He also made a show of being a social butterfly who loves to interact with people.

At first, this meal was quite enjoyable for both the hosts and the guests.

Perhaps Ren Zhong deeply yearned for such a plain and genuine life.

At the dining table, there was almost a moment when he nearly got lost.

But Ren Zhong eventually woke up from this beautiful illusion.

The beginning of the problem came from that meticulously dressed woman earlier. Ren Zhong knew her name was Li Ruoling, a standard, delicate name.

Among the classmates, her looks were probably the most striking, paired with a carefully coordinated makeup and outfit that made her aura even more outstanding.

Li Ruoling was more enthusiastic towards Ren Zhong than Wu Big Mouth and had long taken the seat next to Ren Zhong. At the table, her speech was elegant yet warm, enthusiastic without losing composure, particularly good at creating an atmosphere.

If she were placed in an "ancient" MBA class, she would definitely be a stunning flower among many CEOs and executives.

Halfway through the meal, Li Ruoling found a particularly good topic.

She raised her fruit wine glass and said to Ren Zhong, "Mr. Ren, the video you uploaded to Daily Headlines yesterday already has over 1.5 million paid views. You're going to make a fortune, congratulations, cheers to you."

Ren Zhong gently clinked glasses with her, "Not bad."

Li Ruoling drank the fruit wine in one go, "Mr. Ren, you're really modest. How can you just call it not bad? This is a brilliant triple victory. You expanded Starfire Town's hunting grounds, took the initiative against the rare Level Six Ruined Beast Demon Infant before it could advance, and went viral with this video online. With your pricing, you are set to make a profit of seventy to eighty million. And that's just for today! There will be more later on!"

Feeling somewhat embarrassed by such praise, Ren Zhong humbly replied, "It's okay."

Li Ruoling pressed on, "But I think the most amazing aspect is you, Mr. Ren. I watched the Source Star TV interview about you. You managed the Demon Infant perfectly. Anyone else couldn't possibly wipe out a Level Six Ruined Beast without cost or injury."

Ren Zhong was startled, "No cost?"

Li Ruoling: "Weapons can be purchased again after use, and just your video alone more than covered the cost."

Ren Zhong: "No injury?"

Li Ruoling: "Yes, no injury. The battle was just yesterday, and today you are in class at the academy. You didn't even lose a layer of skin."

Ren Zhong's mouth twitched.

He wanted to say, it wasn't without injury.

Including the mercenaries and Scavengers in Starfire Town, over twenty people had died.

There were nearly a hundred severely injured individuals who would not fully recover without a Molecular Regeneration Device and would be permanently disabled.

Yesterday, when meeting with the families and friends of the deceased who received compensation, their cries and tears were still vividly present in his mind.

This couldn't be called uninjured.

The lives of the wasteland people are lives too.

But in the end, Ren Zhong didn't say anything, only smiled and nodded, "Yes. No injury. Quite good."

Next to him, Wu Big Mouth also chimed in, "Mr. Ren, I also saw the battle plan you published. I want to know how you planned it at the time. To be honest, my family started our business from a resource recycling company, and my dad led many groups himself. My dad said, even if he had the same power as you against the Demon Infant, excluding your move to personally enter the Demon Infant's mouth, which could be delegated to others, at least a thousand wasteland people would have died in a conventional force. Back in the day, my dad did something similar, organizing more than ten thousand people to deal with two Level Six Ruined Beasts, and two thousand people died."

Finally, someone praised Wu Big Mouth, this little wealthy individual.

Others complimented: "Brother Wu, your father is also remarkable; it's just two thousand wasteland people, the loss isn't significant, not much money. It only takes supplementing the town administration with a few dozen points for each person, coming down to just a million in expenses, still profitable."

Wu Big Mouth scratched his head sheepishly, "But still, it doesn't compare to Mr. Ren."

Ren Zhong was stunned.

Just? Two thousand? That's all?