The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

C575 – His Face Was Swollen!

The students surged forward in a frenzy, as the celebrity beauty they were accustomed to seeing only on TV and posters materialized before their eyes.

Eastsea University had suddenly turned into a hub for star-struck fans.

Thankfully, Su Ming had the foresight to notify Principal Ye before his arrival, and the staff were already in place. Otherwise, the situation could have been chaotic…

“Sister Chuxia!”

“Big Sister, you’ve arrived!”

Su Qiu and Zhang Qianqian burst out of the girls’ dormitory, embracing each other joyfully.

The surrounding students were left in shock.

Just moments ago, they were dismissing someone’s possessions as fake, and now they were being proven wrong in the most public way possible.

The turnaround was swift and brutal, like a tornado.

“Damn, who was the fool who said that diamond card was fake? Everyone recognizes Ann Chuxia!”

“Now, who dares to say Su Qiu’s card is fake?”

“I remember it was the president, Lyu Changping.”

“President my foot, his face must be swollen now, huh?!”

“F*ck! I’m done following the crowd. What the hell? Who’s the idiot that posted that on Tieba?”

“Do we even have to ask? It’s obviously our school’s infamous president, Lyv Changping!”

“That moron!”

……

The student body was in an uproar, with sentiments reversing in an instant.

Lyu Changping stood there, dumbstruck, feeling his face swell to a size that rivaled Mount Everest.

Ann Chuxia’s former roommates were particularly filled with regret, their insides turning with the realization that they could have secured a spot at the concert had they maintained a good relationship.

And considering Su Ming’s mysterious and formidable background, they wouldn’t have to worry about their future careers.

A golden opportunity had just slipped through their fingers.

“President, I’m sorry, but I’m quitting the student council. I can’t stand to be associated with a fool like you any longer!”

“Me too.”

“From now on, it’s farewell in the world of the living!”

“We part ways indefinitely.”

Many student council members resigned on the spot, unable to bear the embarrassment of any further association. Staying would only bring more shame.

“You’re not listening to me…”

Being publicly humiliated was one thing, but causing a mass exodus from the student council was a grave mistake. He might as well be nailed to a pillar of disgrace!

​The Student Council is a coveted destination for many students. However, due to my own misguided leadership, students began to leave in droves. If word of this gets out, it could blow up into a major issue.

Su Ming was driving with Ann Chuxia, while Principal Ye followed in a van along with Su Qiu, Zhang Qianqian, and a few security personnel. They left Eastsea University in a two-vehicle convoy.

“What was all the commotion back at the school?” Ann Chuxia, seated in the passenger seat, asked Su Ming, her face etched with confusion. Although she was accustomed to students being enthusiastic about her, she had overheard their conversations earlier.

Su Ming chuckled and recounted the entire situation.

​”So that’s what it was,” Ann Chuxia said with a smile, then suddenly remembered something. “You know, I skipped breakfast this morning, and I’m free for the rest of the morning. How about I treat you to a meal as a way of making amends?”

“Sounds good.”

Neither of them was strapped for cash, so a meal out was hardly a concern.

“You pick the place, and I’ll cover the bill,” Ann Chuxia offered cheerfully.

“Alright, no problem,” Su Ming agreed, turning the car toward a particular direction.

They headed toward a unique area in Eastsea City, known for its old architecture. These buildings were from the era of the Republic of China. At the turn of the century, amidst social unrest, an influx of Western culture made its way into the Central Plains, influencing local architecture.

The district was dotted with distinctive Western-style villas, typically two to three stories tall. They were not the sprawling mansions of modern villa communities but rather quaint and charming in their own right. Despite their smaller size, they exuded an air of cultural heritage.

In the days of the Republic, this neighborhood was home to prominent families and societal officials. Today, descendants of those families and some high-ranking officials still reside here. While modern trends favor redevelopment into skyscrapers, this area has remained untouched due to its deep historical roots, the complexity of its residents—who are not in need of money—and the government’s desire to preserve its cultural legacy. The neighborhood still retains the ambiance of a century past.

​The only hint of modernity was the external unit of an air conditioner hanging outside.

“Wow, does Eastsea really have places like this?” Ann Chuxia asked, her face alight with curiosity as she peered outside.

​Su Ming shared a bit about the area’s history, reminiscing about his college days at Eastsea University when he would often stroll around here. Each visit brought him a sense of inner peace.

“Besides the local residents, there’s an array of home-style eateries, mostly run by elderly couples whose children work overseas or in other cities. With the house feeling empty, they open these little private kitchens. They’re not crowded, nor are they about making money; it’s more about creating a lively atmosphere.”

​Su Ming had heard about this place but had never visited until now. This private restaurant was a well-kept secret, frequented by few, mainly neighbors or those from high society.

For the average person, it was nearly impossible to dine here due to the steep prices and exclusivity. It was a luxury beyond the reach of most.

Rumor had it that the couple running the place were quite accomplished: the wife, a former university professor specializing in Western culture, and the husband, a chef of national banquet caliber who had once crafted exquisite dishes in the capital.

Su Ming had called ahead to reserve one of the two small private rooms in the restaurant, which was actually a converted bedroom.

​Principal Ye followed suit, and upon arrival, their security detail remained outside. It wasn’t that Su Ming didn’t want them to join for a meal; rather, they insisted on not intruding, claiming such an occasion had no place for them. Su Ming respected their wishes.

The elderly proprietors, likely in their seventies or eighties, appeared to be in good health, greeting them with warm, welcoming smiles.

The private room was on the second floor, featuring a small window styled after ancient architecture, complete with intricately carved patterns and covered with traditional oiled paper instead of glass.

​To their surprise, upon opening the window, they were greeted by a quaint lotus pond. It was then that they realized the central courtyard of the surrounding buildings housed a modestly sized garden, complete with a lotus pond and a small gazebo at its heart.

Such a hidden gem could only be appreciated from a high vantage point or from the air, invisible to those walking by outside.

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