The Correct Way to Use Money Power

Making two young masters who transferred from a private aristocratic school stand at the back.

This was simply rubbing their faces in the dirt.

Dozens of pairs of eyes in the class, some curious, some probing, some gloating, pricked Ye Minghui's back like countless tiny needles.

This kind of experience was unbearable for just about anyone with a bit of money at home, let alone a young master of his billionaire caliber.

Ye Minghui's jawline tightened, a fire pent up in his chest, but a playful smile appeared on his face instead.

He turned his head, his gaze bypassing several heads to land precisely on Chen Xiaoya at the podium.

"Teacher, if we can find seats ourselves, can we sit down?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly spread throughout the quiet classroom, carrying a tone that brooked no refusal.

The question came out of nowhere.

Chen Xiaoya obviously didn't expect him to ask this. She froze for a moment, then frowned, her tone a bit perfunctory: "Just stand for a little while. You can get desks and chairs after class, there's no need to make a fuss."

"That won't do."

Ye Minghui cut her off directly, his smile widening.

"My legs aren't good. We are all classmates, so I'm sure people will be willing to help me, and I won't let anyone suffer a loss."

Before he finished speaking, with one hand in his pocket, he slowly pulled out an expensive-looking leather wallet from his pants pocket with the other.

Opening the wallet, a thick stack of red banknotes was revealed.

He casually pulled out four bills, pinched them between his fingertips, and waved them in the air.

"Two hundred bucks for one seat. Whichever classmate wants to show some fine moral character and stand for a while, this money is theirs."

Gasps of shock instantly echoed through the classroom.

Two hundred bucks!

For these students whose monthly living expenses were only a few hundred bucks, this was a massive sum of money!

Although students didn't have a strong concept of money, two hundred was really quite substantial.

Almost the moment Ye Minghui finished speaking, a tall, skinny boy stood up abruptly, the legs of his chair scraping harshly against the floor.

It was Zhang Yuzhong.

Everyone in the class knew his family was struggling financially. When he stood up, although surprised, the crowd also felt it made sense.

Ye Minghui's gaze lingered on him for a second, then turned with interest to his desk mate.

Mai Zirong.

Yes, it was our life committee member Mai Zirong, who later became desk mates with Zhang Yuzhong.

Stepping out with his long legs, he ignored Chen Xiaoya, whose face was getting uglier by the second on the podium, and walked straight over.

The whole class's eyes followed his footsteps.

Arriving at the desk, Ye Minghui pulled another four red bills from his wallet. This time, he didn't ask the whole class, but directly handed the money to Mai Zirong, tilting his chin up slightly.

"Four hundred for you. Give this seat to us, how about it?"

Hiss!

Four hundred!

Now even those students who prided themselves on their good family backgrounds were jealous.

This rich third-generation was too arrogant; he was literally smashing people with money!

Only Lin Mo and his group watched calmly. Lin Mo had no intention of speaking up at a time like this; saying anything right now would be tantamount to cutting off someone's source of wealth.

So there was no need.

Looking at the four hundred bucks in front of him.

Mai Zirong's eyes instantly lit up. With almost no hesitation, he snatched the four hundred bucks and nimbly began to pack up his books.

"Sure, sure, sure! It's yours, absolutely yours!"

As he packed, he pulled out one of the hundred-dollar bills and, without a word of explanation, stuffed it into the hands of the still-dazed Zhang Yuzhong beside him.

"Take it! Let's go watch the scenery from somewhere else!"

Zhang Yuzhong originally wanted to refuse, as the two hundred was enough for him, but Mai Zirong gave him no chance at all, grabbing his arm and dragging him to the back.

"People don't worry about poverty, but about uneven distribution. It's because you stood up that I got this four hundred. Giving you a hundred means we can both be happy."

Arm in arm, holding their money and books, the two marched proudly to the back of the classroom under the envious, jealous, and hateful gazes of the whole class.

Ye Minghui sat down with his legs spread wide like a victorious general, then tilted his head to glance at the pale-faced Chen Xiaoya on the podium.

He didn't speak, just leaned back lazily against the chair, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Zhou Nianqian also sat casually in Mai Zirong's seat without a word, a smile still on his lips.

Ye Minghui raised his hand to Chen Xiaoya on the podium in a casual posture, as if he were the one controlling the rhythm.

"Teacher Chen, you can continue."

What is a tactic? This is a tactic.

Chen Xiaoya took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger in her heart.

She had a strong premonition that with Lin Mo and Ye Minghui lumped together in the same class, sooner or later they would poke a hole in Class Eight's sky.

Lin Mo's fingers tapped rhythmically on his desk, the crisp thudding sound acting like background music for Ye Minghui's performance.

He turned his head and lowered his voice to say to Jiang Yunlu.

"See that? That's the correct way to use the superpower of money. Throwing thousands away, full of majestic momentum. Now think about yourself; back then you only gave me ten bucks to buy a sausage and fries. Your vision was too small, wasn't it? You should at least tip me a hundred bucks so I can experience the fragrance of money."

Jiang Yunlu's cheeks instantly burned, half from embarrassment and half from anger. This guy was actually bringing up old debts.

Unconvinced, she pulled out her delicate little wallet from her pocket, drew out a brand new hundred-dollar bill, and slapped it on the desk with a heroic gesture.

"Xiao Linzi, hear my decree! After class at noon, quickly go buy some sausages for this dowager, one for each of us, and make sure they are the biggest and thickest ones! We can't let others think we can't even afford a sausage!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Lin Mo was quick, snatching the hundred bucks and stuffing it into his pocket in one fluid motion, looking exactly like a little eunuch who had just received a reward.

Xie Yuling, who had been watching coldly from the side, said faintly in her clear, cold voice: "Xiao Linzi, this palace suspects you haven't been castrated cleanly and demands an inspection."

Lin Mo once again used his husky-pointing-at-people meme expression to point at Xie Yuling.

"Do you really want an inspection?! I'm too embarrassed to even expose you! You're just lusting after my body, you're despicable!"

A few classmates nearby who heard the commotion couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Watching Lin Mo's group joking around with such a lively atmosphere, Zhou Nianqian, sitting in the back, just frowned in displeasure, feeling they were being too noisy.

Beside him, however, Ye Minghui watched with relish and gently nudged Zhou Nianqian's arm with his elbow.

"Hey, Old Zhou, look at those chicks around Lin Mo, each one is prettier than the last, especially the one diagonally behind him with the high ponytail."

Ye Minghui's gaze fell unashamedly on Xie Yuling.

From the first moment he entered the classroom, he had been attracted to that girl.

A cold and clear face, a neat ponytail, and eyes carrying a sense of alienation that scrutinized her surroundings. This kind of thorny rose was the best at arousing a man's desire to conquer.