The cannon fodder awakens and kills like crazy with the God of Wealth

What? Get rich?

Wang Mingyue’s ears immediately pricked up.

"Money-grubber." Xu Chaochao commented on Wang Mingyue with a smile.

I don’t know why Chaoxi Studio loves money so much even though it makes so much money.

"Classmate, how did Huada make a fortune?"

"I heard that the CEO of the Asia Pacific region of the Raw Stone Group just donated 12 million to Huada University to establish the Chuci Award. A professional skills competition is held every December. The winning individual or team will receive a maximum prize of and a minimum prize of . They can also get an internship opportunity at the Raw Stone Group."

The Yuanshi Group is one of the Fortune 500 companies. If you can intern at the Yuanshi Group, even if you cannot stay, it will be a brilliant addition to your resume.

Wang Mingyue turned on her phone and was about to gossip on the campus wall when her WeChat messages exploded.

Wu Heng: Senior sister, you are so mean. You didn't even tell me when you donated money to set up the Chuci Prize. I can't donate more than you, so I will just donate 299 million.

Chi Yuan: As the eldest senior brother, I will donate 300 million like Qianxue.

Yang Yan: Great! If I don’t donate, wouldn’t it seem like I’m out of touch with the group? But your junior brother Xiao Karami, whose annual salary is just over a million, donated 30, which is one zero less than you.

Jiang Qianxue: Yang Yan, you kid, don't join in the fun. If you donate 30, your husband will skin you alive.

Yang Yan: I am Yang Yan, not Yang Bailao. I have the final say at home. If I want chicken, she dare not cook fish.

Wu Heng: [questioning expression] Just blow it, or your tigress will twist your ears off next time you touch it.

Qian Hao: Lao Yang, don’t give me your 30 yuan. I’ll give you a share.

Yang Yan: Are you embarrassing me?

Yun Xianyu: Come on, Yangzai, everyone knows that you have a good relationship with Xiao Qianzi, so just let him take you there.

Jiang Qianxue: I have the final say in my group's affairs. Yang Yan, I'll just give you your share of the money and take you with me.

Chi Yuan: Where are the others? Why aren't they showing up?

Wang Mingyue: I’ll give you two million.

Yang Yan: How much?

Qian Hao: Are you blind? Two million.

Yang Yan: My junior sister comes from a wealthy family.

Wu Heng: Junior sister started from scratch, does Chaoxi Studio know about this? It's hers.

Yang Yan: Okay, okay, I shouldn’t be in the group, I should be under the bus. My junior sister is only a freshman and she’s so stupid. I’m the only loser in the whole group.

Wu Heng: As everyone knows, Lao Wu's job is special. We often can't contact him. If we don't take him with us on this kind of thing, he'll make a fuss if he finds out. He's a state employee and lives a relatively poor life. I'll help him pay 500,000 yuan first.

Shi Qingyun: I'm in the capital, just got off the plane, just like my junior sister. Sister Xue, I've transferred the money.

There is news in Wang Mingyue’s WeChat window.

You have added Shi Qingyun and can now start chatting.

Shi Qingyun, transfer eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight.

Shi Qingyun: I'm sorry, little junior sister. I thought you were a salesman before and didn't get through your WeChat. I'll take this small amount of money as a gift from you. Don't refuse it.

Shi Qingyun felt dizzy after getting off the plane, so he sent the transfer message directly to the group.

Wu Heng: Junior sister, your profile picture does look like a sales pitch.

"Chao Chao, does my avatar really look like a sales pitch?"

Wang Mingyue was a little puzzled.

"You use a leopard as your profile picture, and your WeChat name is Make a Fortune. Don't even mention your senior brother. Even Yaxin's expression when she added you on WeChat is hard to describe. If you weren't the boss, she would have started to complain."

Chi Yuan: Shi Qingyun, you kid, did you deliberately send the transfer message to the group and target us?

Jiang Qianxue: Shi Qingyun was the youngest junior brother before Mingyue came. He took advantage of the teacher's birthday to cheat us out of the gift. Is he holding an umbrella for himself and also wants to hold one for his junior sister?

Wu Heng: I am not like some people who don’t care about the news about my master at all. Before my junior sister officially became my disciple, I had already given her resources in the entertainment industry.

Shi Qingyun: Junior sister, are you opening an entertainment company? I invested in one, and yours is just starting out. If you have any questions, come to me and let me know. Don't be shy.

While we were chatting, the Chuci Prize had been increased to more than 10 million. There were still a few disciples of Chuci in the group who had not had time to read the news. It was estimated that the final amount raised would be over 20 million.

The Chuci Prize has been awarded for more than a hundred years.

Not only that, Wu Heng, Chi Yuan and Jiang Qianxue all provide internship places for the winners of the Chuci Award.

Shi Qingyun was making a fuss about why his company was not included.

Wu Heng: Yours isn't even among the top 500 companies in China. My opinion is that it's not as good as Mingyue's studio. Stop messing around with your own company and just inherit the family business.

People at Huazhong University of Science and Technology are talking about the Chuci Prize, and there is not a single student who is unaware of the existence of the Chuci Prize.

As one of the top ten universities in China, BGI has no shortage of cooperating companies, but most of them are engaged in scientific research and production. This is the first time that it has established scholarships and provided internship opportunities.

Because so much money was raised, the Chuci Prize was doubled from a minimum of 5,000 and a maximum of 10,000 to a minimum of 10,000 and a maximum of 20,000.

As soon as you come out of the cafeteria, the most conspicuous place is the posters and small stalls for registration for the Chuci Award. The student union will set up the stall for half a month, and the official competition will be held at the end of December.

When Wang Mingyue went to the office to give Chu Ci the paper based on the government project undertaken by Lu Group, she heard the old man sighing while deliberately frowning and shaking his head.

"Neither of my two female disciples is worry-free. Jiang Qianxue organized such an award, causing a stir in Hua University, and she didn't even discuss it with me. I'm really pissed off."

Qin Chengfeng sorted out his own information without even turning his head, completely ignoring Chu Ci.

While tidying up, Qin Chengfeng felt angry about why he had to come to Chu Ci's office today.

I secretly sent a WeChat message to Chu Yi using my mobile phone, asking Chu Yi to come over and get angry with me.

"And my little apprentice is only a freshman. Although he has a small studio, it's just that. He pretends to be rich and powerful and donated two million. He just spends money lavishly without any planning or calculation."

"Are you here to see your teacher?" Chu Yi saw Wang Mingyue eavesdropping at the door and patted her on the shoulder, almost scaring her to death.

"Professor Chu, why are you here too?"

"Professor Qin asked me to come over to discuss some data." At this time, Chu Yile was in a good mood, as if he knew nothing about the Chuci Prize.

These days, Chu Yi has been helping his disciple, who has become a doctoral supervisor, to revise the thesis of his disciple, who is also Chu Yi's great-grandson. If he doesn't publish his thesis in a core journal, he will not be able to graduate.

Once it was changed, it was changed to the time when Qin Chengfeng sent him a message just now.

It is really a sin to read his disciple's thesis. It is so bad that it makes him doubt how he accepted such a disciple. He is already studying for a doctorate, but the water in his brain has spread to his thesis.

So as soon as Qin Chengfeng sent him a message, he hurried over to relax.