115: Chapter 115 Qin Feng Enters the Camp

The cafeteria of the Heavenly Pride Training Camp was called a cafeteria, but its luxury was actually comparable to a five-star hotel.

Crystal chandeliers cast a soft glow, making the marble tabletops shine brightly.

The air was filled with the enticing aroma of top-tier ingredients after being cooked.

Lin Fan sat by the window, with plates piled high in front of him.

Premium Australian lobster, deep-sea bluefin tuna sashimi, and A5 Wagyu beef still sizzling with oil.

This single meal had cost a full five hundred points.

In the past, Lin Fan would definitely have trembled with heartache.

But now, he didn't even blink an eye.

After all, with a huge sum of over five thousand points in his pocket, this small expense was just a drop in the bucket.

"Brother Fan, this... isn't this too lavish?"

Sitting opposite him, Qin Feng looked at the table full of hearty dishes and couldn't help but swallow his saliva. In the training camp, only points could buy good things; money could only buy the basics.

At this moment, Qin Feng had long lost the arrogance of the playboy he once was back in Jianghai City.

He was wearing a dark green training uniform, and his whole person looked much leaner and more capable.

His originally somewhat vacant gaze had now become as sharp as a knife.

Ever since he opened a blind box from Lin Fan and obtained the S-Rank Talent [Thunder Flash Shadow], his life trajectory had completely changed.

His family no longer treated him like a second-generation ancestor waiting to die.

Relying on this ruthlessness and his new talent, he had forcibly fought his way into this Heavenly Pride Training Camp, which represented the highest level in the Dragon Kingdom.

"Eat."

Lin Fan casually picked up a piece of Wagyu beef, stuffed it into his mouth, and said indistinctly.

"No need to be polite with me."

"Back in Jianghai City, I scammed... ahem, I earned quite a bit of your money."

"Today's meal is a way of giving back to an old customer."

Qin Feng gave a silly laugh and stopped being pretentious.

He really was starving.

The assessment for just entering the training camp was simply not meant for humans; he hadn't even had a hot meal for the past few days.

The two of them cleared the plates like a whirlwind, like two hungry wolves rushing into a flock of sheep.

The surrounding students passing by all turned to look.

Each of their gazes was strange.

Are these two the reincarnations of starving ghosts?

However, when they clearly saw Lin Fan's face, the disdain in their eyes instantly turned into awe, and even a hint of fanaticism.

This was the legendary "Blind Box Demon King," Lin Fan!

The ruthless man who could chat and laugh with the big shots of the military!

"Brother Fan, you have no idea."

Qin Feng said indistinctly while gnawing on a lobster claw.

"When I first came to report, I heard about your deeds and almost dropped my jaw in shock."

"Five thousand points! Did you exterminate the entire race of exotic beasts on the wasteland?"

Lin Fan elegantly wiped his mouth, picked up the goblet next to him, and took a sip of... freshly squeezed watermelon juice.

"Keep it low-key."

"It was all luck."

"Mainly Young Master Tang... oh no, Martyr Tang, his contribution was relatively large."

At the mention of Tang Si, Qin Feng's movements paused for a moment.

He also came from a great family and naturally knew the twists and turns involved.

What martyr, what sacrifice.

That was fine for fooling outsiders.

In the eyes of those within their circles, this was a cruel game of chess.

Tang Si lost, and he even lost his life.

And Lin Fan won; the winner takes all.

Looking at Lin Fan's harmless smiling face, Qin Feng couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, but more than that, he felt fortunate.

Fortunate that although he had also looked for trouble with Lin Fan initially, he had knelt down fast enough.

Even more fortunate that he had later clung to this powerful thigh.

"By the way, Brother Fan."

Qin Feng lowered his voice and leaned in closer.

"The Tang Family's side has been making quite a bit of noise recently."

"Although they don't dare to say anything on the surface, since the military department has officially classified Tang Si's death."

"But in the shadows, they definitely won't let it go."

"You're fine while you're in the camp, but if you go out, you have to be careful."

Lin Fan nodded, the expression on his face not changing at all.

"Soldiers will block the advance, and earth will cover the flood."

"As long as they dare to reach out, I don't mind making a few more blind boxes."

This sentence was said nonchalantly.

But Qin Feng heard a thick scent of blood in it.

He shrunk his neck and quickly changed the subject.

"Let's not talk about that."

"Brother Fan, your blind box business is currently incredibly popular."

"I just passed by your dormitory building, and man, that queue was almost reaching the door of the women's restroom."

At the mention of this, Lin Fan's originally calm face instantly collapsed.

He rubbed his temples in pain.

"Don't mention it."

"My biggest regret now is making my reputation too loud."

These past few days, Lin Fan had been living a life that was simply hellish.

Ever since the day he sold the mecha, his dormitory had become a '5A-rated scenic spot'.

Every day before dawn, someone would be banging on his door.

Just as he fell asleep in the middle of the night, someone else would come to buy blind boxes.

Some people even laid out floor mats in front of his door just to cut the line.

If only Fatty were here.

Lin Fan missed his childhood friend immensely, who, although a bit wretched, was extremely efficient at work.

With Fatty around, these trivial matters of maintaining order and collecting money would not require his concern at all.

He would only need to lie on a rocking chair and be responsible for taking out the blind boxes.

But now, Fatty was still in Jianghai City.

He was all alone here.

He not only had to make the blind boxes but also deal with these fanatical customers, count the money, and explain the rules.

Even a donkey in a production team wouldn't dare to rest like this.

"I want to sleep."

Lin Fan sighed, his eyes full of resentment.

"I want to wake up naturally."

"I want to count money until my hands cramp, not count money until I want to vomit."

Looking at Lin Fan's humble-bragging appearance, Qin Feng's mouth twitched a few times.

If the students outside who were fighting for their lives for a few hundred points heard this, they would probably rush in and beat him to death.

Counting money until you want to vomit?

Is that even human language?

But on second thought, Qin Feng's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Brother Fan, are you short of manpower?"

Lin Fan raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

"Why? Do you have a recommendation?"

"The person is far away on the horizon, yet right before your eyes!"

Qin Feng patted his chest, looking like he was recommending himself.

"Me!"

"Brother Fan, although I'm not as good at business as that fatty... oh no, Brother Zhang Hao."

"But in terms of management and keeping things under control, I still have some experience."

"After all, back at home, I managed a few companies."

Lin Fan sized up Qin Feng from top to bottom.

Indeed.

Although Qin Feng's personality was a bit flighty, he was after all a son of a prestigious family, having been influenced by what he saw and heard since childhood; his management ability was definitely not a problem.

Moreover, he was now an S-Rank Talent, and his strength was definitely among the top in this batch of students.

Letting him be a 'Lobby Manager' seemed like a good choice.

Most importantly, he knew this kid's background well; although he was a bit slippery, he was clear-headed about major issues.

"You want to work with me?"

Lin Fan put down the glass in his hand, his tone becoming serious.

"Brother Fan, I won't hide it from you."

Qin Feng put away his playful smile and said solemnly.

"I want to become stronger."

"In the family, although I am the young master, I am restricted everywhere."

"I want to be like you, living freely and living with backbone."

"And..."

Qin Feng paused, a glint flashing in his eyes.

"I feel that following you has more of a future than hanging around in the family."

This was the truth.

The potential and mystery Lin Fan had shown had completely won him over.

This was definitely a giant dragon that hadn't fully taken flight yet.

If he didn't cling tightly now, he wouldn't be able to even if he wanted to later.

Lin Fan stared at Qin Feng for a few seconds.

It wasn't until Qin Feng felt a bit uneasy from being stared at that he suddenly broke into a smile.

"Fine."

"Since you call me Brother Fan, I can't treat you poorly."

"The position of Vice President is yours."

"Vice President?" Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, "What society?"

Lin Fan stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the bustling training camp outside.

His silhouette was stretched long under the lights.

"I've decided."

"Since business is so good, we can no longer play around like a street stall."

"We need to establish an organization."

"A standardized, large-scale, and monopolistic commercial empire."

"I've already thought of the name."

Lin Fan turned around, the corners of his mouth curling into a meaningful arc.

"It'll be called the Blind Box Society."