Chapter 2: There's simply not enough money to spend it all.

The bar wasn't very big; otherwise, there wouldn't be a long line outside every weekend.

However, the place was small but well-equipped, and you could tell the owner had put in the effort.

Although the equipment was a bit old, you could tell that the hygiene and other aspects were well-maintained.

Many pretty girls were drinking beer and chatting in small groups, looking quite relaxed.

Mu Xin didn't know much about foreign liquor, so he ordered a Corona and found a random seat at the bar.

After a long, exhausting day, Mu Xin was quite thirsty and finished the bottle of beer in just a few gulps.

"Another one," Mu Xin said to the guy behind the bar, shaking the empty bottle.

After taking the beer bottle from the guy, Mu Xin casually gave him an extra 100 dollars as a tip.

"How long have you been working here?" Mu Xin asked after taking a sip.

A 100-dollar tip was quite a lot, especially in Oxford Town; it was definitely a considerable amount of income, so the guy's attitude was very good.

No matter where you are, money always talks.

"Almost two years. I started working here during my junior year. The owner is a good guy," the guy said with a chuckle.

"Business must be good here. I waited in line outside for half an hour just now; there were quite a lot of people," Mu Xin asked.

"I can only say the owner doesn't make much. You know how Oxford Town is—for half the year, there's nobody around..." the guy said, shrugging.

"I see everyone here spending freely on drinks, so how could he not make much?" Mu Xin asked, curious.

"Our school has about 20,000 students, but how many actually come here?"

"Besides, people don't come here just to drink, you know what I mean." The guy smiled suggestively and then pointed to some young men and women not far away.

Mu Xin followed the guy's gesture and saw that many of them were already kissing; it looked like they wouldn't be long before they went back to "communicate" further.

That was true; for young people in their early twenties, there really wasn't much else to do in such a remote town.

"So now you know why business looks booming but doesn't actually make much money," the guy said in a low voice.

"You're a year ahead of me. Where do you plan to go after graduation?" Mu Xin didn't pursue the topic and changed the subject.

"I'm from Arizona, so I'll definitely go back after graduation. As for what I'll do, I have no idea," the guy said, shrugging helplessly.

"Why not consider staying in Oxford Town?"

"I think this place is pretty good. The cost of living isn't high, and life is comfortable," Mu Xin countered.

"You're going to stay here after you graduate?" The guy paused and asked back.

"I'd like to, but I don't have a visa," Mu Xin said, spreading his hands.

"It's hard to find a place more remote than this. Honestly, this place is perfect for shooting a horror movie... the kind with a twisted serial killer," the guy joked.

"The town looks like it has everything, but it's all middle-aged and elderly people. And every industry just meets the basic needs. If you want better, you have to drive an hour to Cincinnati."

"Anyway, I'm definitely not staying here..."

Mu Xin knew he was telling the truth; Oxford Town was indeed just as he described.

It was full of middle-aged and elderly people, which meant consumption would only decline, not grow.

If something were to happen to the university one day, the development of Oxford Town would be completely finished.

Fortunately, Miami University Oxford Campus had produced a president before, so it wouldn't collapse in the short term.

But to fundamentally increase the population of Oxford Town, real industry is needed.

To be precise, it needs an industrial chain, or a complete manufacturing sector, to achieve stable population growth.

The problem is, Mu Xin didn't know how to do that... His major was Mathematics and Statistics, which had absolutely nothing to do with these things.

Feeling a bit annoyed, Mu Xin rubbed his face and drank several Coronas in one go.

A bit dizzy...

Mu Xin cursed under his breath and decided to go back to sleep first; as for how to increase the population, he'd think about it tomorrow.

...

Saturday morning, Mu Xin woke up feeling thirsty and only felt better after downing a large glass of water.

[Oxford Town Current Population: 23,004]

[USD Distributed Today: 23,004,000]

[USD has been deposited, please check]

[Note: The USD can only be used in Oxford Town]

Mu Xin stared at the population line and paused. It was one person less than yesterday. Did someone die?

But luckily, the dollars were real. In just two days, he had nearly 50 million USD in his hands. He was definitely a tycoon!

Can't spend it, I simply can't spend it all!

Even if I go to the bar every day, or even take a bath in alcohol, I still won't be able to spend this money.

Mu Xin started to worry. It wasn't that he didn't know how to be extravagant or indulgent; having spent two years in America, there wasn't much chaos or nonsense he hadn't seen.

If it weren't for the lack of money, he would have been corrupted by capitalism long ago.

The key was that now that he had money, he couldn't spend it. Things like private jets, yachts, supercars, and luxury mansions weren't even for sale in Oxford Town.

He couldn't just buy hundreds of Corollas and arrange them into an "S" shape, then an "B" shape, right?!

That would truly make him an idiot...

He got up, took a shower, and checked the time. It was 10:00 AM on Saturday, so Mu Xin decided to go have a good meal.

Having money really is different. Mu Xin drank three glasses of fresh-squeezed orange juice in one go and spent over 60 dollars on brunch all by himself.

Rubbing his slightly bloated stomach and basking in the sun, Mu Xin felt like life was just so damn good.

Buzz—!

The vibration of his phone brought Mu Xin back to his senses.

"Meeting at the main library at 3:00 PM. There are some issues with the data."

Mu Xin replied "OK" and then put his phone back in his pocket.

To be honest, Mu Xin hated his major, mainly because it was too hard...

As a Chinese person, he was quite good at science subjects back in China, and his grades were decent during his freshman and sophomore years.

But coming into his junior year, the difficulty of these math courses skyrocketed like a rocket.

The new Topology course made Mu Xin's head spin even more.

As for Statistics, it was even worse. He couldn't even get an 'A' on exams where he was allowed to use a calculator. It was honestly a bit embarrassing for a Chinese student.

Thinking of this, Mu Xin suddenly realized how he should spend his money.

Since he couldn't study well, he would just donate to the school to guarantee his grades. As long as he threw enough money at it, getting good grades wouldn't be a problem at all.

Plus, he could get a better dorm room. It was simply perfect!

Taking out his phone, Mu Xin sent an email directly to the school president.

The content was very simple: I want to donate money!

Although it was Saturday, he hadn't even reached noon before Mu Xin received a reply from the president.

He hoped to discuss the details of the donation with Mu Xin in person at the president's office at 3:00 PM.

Money talks, and the devil walks. These capitalist countries are really something else!

Mu Xin looked at the president's reply and chuckled. The feeling of having money was just too good!