498: You make too much money.

“You’ve come at just the right time.”

As soon as Shen Bei appeared in the research institute, Professor Gu Xinrou greeted him, “I was just about to inform you. Our research and replication of the odd object mask are almost complete. Here, the mask is returned to you.”

With that, Professor Gu Xinrou returned the sample odd object mask to Shen Bei.

Although, nominally, this item belonged to Shen Bei and Zhuang Bifan.

But Zhuang Bifan relied on his good looks to conquer the world and didn't care for this thing, so only Shen Bei treasured it.

Shen Bei wasn't very interested in how Professor Gu Xinrou reverse-engineered the odd object mask.

Presumably, it was a very complex process, and even if Professor Gu Xinrou wanted to explain, Shen Bei wouldn't understand.

But Shen Bei asked curiously, “Have the side effects also been eliminated?”

Professor Gu Xinrou smiled bitterly, “How could that be? The backlash effect is still there.”

Shen Bei shrugged; there was nothing he could do about that.

He, himself, didn't have to worry about the backlash effect. As for others wearing it and having their faces ruined, that was none of his business.

Putting away the mask, Shen Bei stated the purpose of his visit, “That Medicinal Pill that can bring people back to life, is it still here?”

Professor Gu Xinrou nodded, “It has been in my safekeeping. What, do you need to take it with you?”

“I'm going into the Dungeon, and this time I might be going alone,” Shen Bei said.

Professor Gu Xinrou stroked her chin, pondering for a moment, “If it's just you, then we need to figure out a way to place the Medicinal Pill inside your body. When it detects a loss of life, the Medicinal Pill can automatically dissolve, achieving the goal of resurrection.”

Shen Bei gave a thumbs-up, secretly admiring, *This is my teacher.*

Whatever he thought, Professor Gu Xinrou understood clearly without him needing to say much.

“Then, Senior, could you trouble yourself with that?” Shen Bei asked tentatively.

Professor Gu Xinrou agreed, “I’ll discuss with the others how to do it. It will take some time.”

“Just get it done before Bai Wei and the others return.”

“Hmm.”

… …

Leaving the research institute.

Shen Bei returned to Beijing Martial Arts University and went to the testing hall.

After a series of tests.

Shen Bei received his attribute report.

[Name: Shen Bei]

[Beijing Martial Arts University, Fifth Year.]

[Strength: 973.]

[Physique: 867.]

[Spirit: 625.]

[Agility: 732.]

[Evaluation: Eighth Rank Martial Warrior ★ ★ ★ ★ ★]

All attributes had increased.

According to the Senior’s experience, when any two attributes exceed a thousand, one can advance to a Nine-Rank Martial Artist.

“Still have to work…”

Shen Bei mumbled.

Ever since Shen Bei passed the Martial Arts and became a Martial Artist.

He had never, like other Martial Artists, specifically trained to develop his own attributes.

It wasn't that Shen Bei didn't want to push and develop himself.

It was simply that he lacked the “resources” and “talent” in that area.

That is to say, if Shen Bei hadn't awakened the System, he wouldn't have been able to enter the Dao of Martial Arts and become a Martial Artist.

All his attribute gains came from accumulating them little by little through working.

This was Shen Bei's fundamental and basic foundation.

Without another word.

While Bai Wei and the others had not yet returned, Shen Bei planned to get his Strength and Physique attributes past a thousand and become a Nine-Rank Martial Artist first!

A two-yuan bus ride.

In a moment, he arrived at the Majuqiao Labor Market.

Too many laborers, too few bosses.

Shen Bei squatted on the ground, chatting with other fellow workers while scrolling through his Moments.

Du Ziteng, who hadn't shown up much, had just posted a Moment.

The caption made Shen Bei's teeth ache.

“An ineffable afternoon. To say I don't miss you is false, to say I love you is true. Yesterday they called me your simp, I don't believe it, because I know you must love me too, you must be testing my feelings for you, as long as I persevere you will surely be touched by my sincerity, keep it up! But I have to criticize you a bit, last night you said you went to a hotel to play 'Fight the Landlord' with someone, I thought two people couldn't play that. Never mind, I won't think about it, after all, playing cards is gambling, which isn't very good.”

Eye-searing!

It was truly f*cking eye-searing.

This guy was lovesick, wasn't he?

Shen Bei, having nothing to do, made a call.

“Holy crap, I can actually receive a call from you in this lifetime, what a surprise!”

Du Ziteng chuckled on the other end of the line.

Shen Bei rolled his eyes and said, “You're f*cking polluting my Moments, you know that?”

“Don't mess with me, I'm being emotional, what's it to you?” Du Ziteng scoffed.

“Simp!”

“This is called love!”

“Love your grandma's leg, you can simp all you want, simp until you have nothing left!”

“Hey, hey? I don't like hearing that.”

Du Ziteng's voice clearly became excited. He covered the phone, extremely secretive, and whispered, “Bro, I've made a fortune too!”

“Huh?”

Upon hearing this, Shen Bei suddenly felt a pang of disappointment for some reason.

It was that kind of disappointment where you don't mind your brother being poor, but you're afraid of your brother driving a Range Rover.

Shen Bei pressed, “Made a fortune? Didn't you go to the army? Can you still make a fortune there?”

“You don't know a thing!”

Du Ziteng continued, “The army is just for building qualifications; what they value is honor. To make a fortune, you need stocks!”

“Go to hell!”

Shen Bei unceremoniously spat, “Domestic stocks are all about cutting leeks, pure fraud. If you don't lose your underwear, it means your ancestral grave is smoking green.”

“Shut up!” Du Ziteng yelled, “What do you know! I really made a big profit, no more, no less, over twenty million!”

“Are you over-exaggerating a bit? Come on, tell me, how did you make it?”

“I'm telling you, this is purely heaven-sent, a once-in-a-millennium opportunity.”

Du Ziteng said excitedly, “Comrade Chuan Jianguo of the Lighthouse Nation got 'biubiu'… you know about this, right?”

Shen Bei nodded, “I've heard about it.”

This matter indeed caused quite a stir.

“I used to heavily invest in two stocks, one was Sichuan Dasheng, and the other was GoerTek.”

Du Ziteng continued, “I thought I was going to cry my eyes out from losses, but… things took a turn, haha, I made twenty million!”

“Holy crap!” Shen Bei was shocked.

This…

This is actually possible?

The domestic stock market was purely playing 'things that have nothing to do with each other.'

And it could still hit the daily limit?

Too metaphysical!

“You really got lucky…” Shen Bei said, a little sourly.

“Don't be envious, have some character.” Du Ziteng laughed heartily on the other end of the phone.

Shen Bei: … …

The two chatted for a while longer.

Shen Bei learned that Du Ziteng was stationed at the Permanent Dungeon in Changtu County and had even become a squad leader.

This position was a bit low, though.

After all, the Dungeon in Changtu County was conquered by Zha Tian Gang.

He should at least start as a team leader.

But Du Ziteng lacked experience; if he was more steady, his position would surely rise.

“Gotta go, I'm off to do odd jobs.”

Shen Bei said finally, “Oh, by the way, I'm going back to Changtu to enter the Dungeon in a few days.”

“Ah… come on, I'll host you.” Du Ziteng replied.

He hung up the phone.

Shen Bei followed a boss to a construction site to do odd jobs.

The main work was dismantling fences and loading them onto a truck, requiring no technical skill, just brute force.

The work was completed in one morning, earning him 140 yuan.

Shen Bei no longer cared about how much money it was.

What was important was activating the panel.

After all, Shen Bei's savings were already approaching 100 million.

He could just lie flat without any problems.

But then again, Shen Bei was an ambitious young man.

If he wasn't dead, he had to work!

Increasing attributes, never stopping!

Strength was power!

In the afternoon.

Shen Bei took another odd job, pulling out damp corn in a granary to dry it.

Again, it was a job that only required strength.

He worked until 6 PM and was paid 200 yuan.

His day of labor ended.

Awaiting the activation of the settlement panel!