Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System-Chapter 576 - 532: Tch, Shameless!

"So what you're saying is, this thing's really valuable, huh? Come on, come on, let me take a look."

Upon hearing this, Lao Cheng rolled his eyes in annoyance, but he still reached out and handed over the small piece of tea brick he had just put into the box to Lin Yi.

Lin Yi wasn't shy at all, directly grabbing it and opening it up, holding the small piece of tea brick in his hand without hesitation.

However, after examining it closely from all angles, he didn't find anything special about it. It was just hard, like a stone.

Why is this thing so valuable?

Isn't fresh tea more aromatic than this old antique stuff?

Who knows what these people are after.

Indeed, in Lin Yi's view, having the time to drink some freshly picked tea from this year would be much better than this aged stuff.

Especially since this thing, to put it bluntly, is just some leaves.

How could it not deteriorate and rot after being kept for so long?

"Well, did you figure out anything from this? But you, kid, I bet you can't tell much. I'm telling you, you probably can't even tell black tea from green tea, can you?"

Lin Yi, feeling irritated, put the tea brick back with some dissatisfaction and said:

"Listen to what you're saying! Am I an idiot, how could I not tell black tea from green tea?

Black tea is red, green tea is green, it's such a simple thing."

After pausing for a moment, Lin Yi continued:

"Besides, even if I can't tell them apart when they're poured out, it doesn't matter. But look at what they sell in the supermarket, green tea is in a green bottle.

I'm not color-blind, I can understand this.

But to be honest, I prefer black tea, it's sweeter. Like green tea, it tastes just like water, pretty bland."

Pfft...

Lin Yi's words almost made Lao Cheng spit out the tea he just drank.

Goodness, this kid has got some thick skin.

To be able to say something so shameless.

Talking about green bottles for green tea, you might as well mention iced black tea.

This kid sure knows how to talk.

Looking at the tea brick in the kid's hand and the pot of fine black tea he just brewed for the kid, Lao Cheng couldn't help but sigh internally.

Alas, it's like a cow chewing on peonies.

Giving such good stuff to this kid, he's probably going to say a glass of plain water would be better.

Actually, it's just like Lao Cheng thought.

Lin Yi isn't in the habit of drinking tea, and to him, all kinds of tea taste pretty much the same.

At most, better teas have a slightly sweet fragrance lingering after drinking.

Of course, they all share one common trait, they're bitter and astringent.

If Lin Yi had to choose, he'd rather drink a two-and-a-half-dollar bottle of soda than touch tea leaves worth thousands per ounce.

Don't talk about taste.

Let me put it this way, as long as the status is there, whatever you drink is tasteful.

A regular adult drinking a bottle of cola in a high-end western restaurant might get mocked as unsophisticated, tasteless, a bumpkin, or something.

But if a super-rich person drinks cola in a western restaurant? Everyone would say he's down-to-earth, cool, approachable.

This is the reality of society, where everything speaks with status, position, and money.

"I just can't connect with you on anything. Alright, out with it, what do you need from me this time? I know you like the back of my hand, you never show up for no reason."

Being called out by Lao Cheng, Lin Yi didn't feel embarrassed.

He just smiled and casually put the tea leaves into his pocket, saying with a laugh:

"Hehe, see? You really have sharp eyes. Before I even opened my mouth, you knew I needed something from you."

Hearing the kid's flattery, Lao Cheng rolled his eyes in annoyance, watching helplessly as this brat pocketed the small box of tea leaves he had just swiped from a friend and stuffed it into his own pocket, opening his mouth only to sigh and shake his head, saying nothing.

There's really nothing he can do about this brat.

But to be honest, he actually quite appreciates the kid's straightforwardness.

And honestly, he doesn't really see the kid as an outsider, more like his own junior.

"Hehe, but let me tell you upfront, I'm not here for myself this time, it's not like I have a new idea and want to contribute to our school..."

But this time, before Lin Yi finished, Lao Cheng interrupted him while pouring himself another cup of tea, saying:

"Alright, alright, stop with the nonsense and just say it, which department are you eyeing now?"

With the rate this kid's progressing, Lao Cheng didn't need him to say more, he already guessed that it must be some new research project that needs manpower.

And given that the kid came to see him personally, it's clear that this time it's quite the undertaking, probably needing an entire department.

Hearing this, Lin Yi couldn't help but give a thumbs up and continue with more flattery:

"Heh, that's why you're eligible to be the principal! You deduced it right on the spot.

I hadn't even mentioned it yet, and you already knew.

So let me not beat around the bush. It's like this, the Mechanical Design Academy keeps coming to me, asking for tasks to do.

I thought, we're all from the same school, can't favor one over the other.

So I pushed on, and finally, after relentless effort, made a little progress.

So, I was thinking of giving them a hand, setting up a small robotics company for them to practice on.

Can't help it, I'm just too soft-hearted."

Towards the end, Lao Cheng wasn't even listening to the kid anymore.

He just knew the kid was targeting the Mechanical Design Academy.

While Lin Yi was passionately recounting his grand achievements, Lao Cheng pulled out his phone and directly called the head of the Design Academy:

"Hey, Lao Ding, come to my office immediately. Don't say I don't have you in mind, I've racked my brains to get you guys some good news this time."

[To be continued....]