webnovelvip Chapter 182 discusses how to elegantly transform "brain" into French foie gras.
Chapter 182 discusses how to elegantly transform "brain" into French foie gras.
The uproar at the First Experimental Middle School was like a stone thrown into a deep pool. After the ripples subsided, apart from a few hundred more students who suddenly fell in love with heavy metal rock and square dancing, Changxiang City seemed to have returned to its smog-tinged tranquility.
The roller shutter door of Renxin Pharmacy was half-closed, and a wooden sign hanging at the entrance read "Inventory Inventory Check, Temporarily Closed".
In reality, Wang Minyu was holding a spoils-dividing meeting.
The counter was piled with a jumble of random things: a few strands of dried black mycelium that had been peeled off the clock tower, a bottle containing a "brain sample" of dark red liquid, and a USB drive that was burnt and deformed.
Of course, the most eye-catching thing was the bank card with the money just deposited into it; the numbers on it made the air smell sweeter.
"Boss, this is the profit list for this time." Su Qing handed over the tablet, which was filled with densely packed Excel spreadsheets, and even included a pie chart.
Wang Minyu glanced at it and, apart from the 500,000 yuan "psychological counseling fee" and the hundreds of thousands of yuan in parent recharge cards, what interested him most was the inconspicuous prompt on the system interface.
[Mission Complete: Destroy the first valve (fake).]
[Rewards: Special Building Blueprint - Absolutely Soundproof Meditation Room (lv1); Skill Points: 500; Special Item: Mycelium Bio-generator (Incomplete Version)]
[Current sentiment score balance: 32000 points.]
"Generator?" Wang Minyu raised an eyebrow and clicked on the icon.
The instruction manual is very short: it uses highly active bacteria to consume organic waste to generate electricity, but the downside is that it is noisy and occasionally makes a sound similar to human chewing.
"Guan Shan, throw away that old diesel engine in the backyard." Wang Minyu tapped the table. "We'll use bioenergy from now on. Zero, can this thing handle your graphics card?"
A static microphone came from the speaker: "Theoretically, it's possible, as long as you can guarantee at least fifty kilograms of high-calorie kitchen waste every day. Also, I suggest installing a soundproof cover; I don't want to hear people eating sunflower seeds next to my ear while it's working."
"Kitchen waste?" Pierre poked his head out from the kitchen, holding the deboning scalpel in his hand, with a grayish piece of meat on the tip. "Boss, this is perfect. I've already processed the 'brain' slices brought back from the clock tower. High-temperature, high-pressure detoxification, and then marinated in Bordeaux red wine overnight. The taste now... tsk tsk."
Guan Shan was squatting on the ground wiping the banner that read "Cures Pretentiousness" when he heard this and shuddered: "You can eat that stuff? I feel nauseous just looking at it."
"You don't understand, this is called the highest level of molecular gastronomy—waste utilization." Pierre threw the meat into the frying pan, and with a sizzle, a strange aroma instantly filled the air.
It doesn't smell like meat; it's more like a mixture of nuts, post-rain earth, and some expensive perfume.
Wang Minyu sniffed. The system panel didn't flash red, indicating it was virus-free.
"Who is this for?" Wang Minyu asked.
"This is for those who are also 'mushrooms' (a derogatory term for people of high social standing)." Pierre flipped the pan, his movements as elegant as conducting a symphony. "In places like Seven Star Pavilion, only nouveau riche order ordinary foie gras. To sneak in, we need to bring some 'specialties'."
The black business card was pressed under the teacup.
Seven Star Pavilion, a den of iniquity in Changxiang City, is also the second of the seven underground valves.
Su Qing pushed up her glasses: "I found it. The owner of Seven Star Pavilion is called Jin Wanliang. He used to be a tomb raider, but later he went straight and started dealing in antiques. This club operates on an invitation-only basis. Without an invitation, you can't even get past the doorman."
"The business card that woman gave me was an invitation." Wang Minyu picked up the business card, his fingers tracing the gold-embossed patterns on it. The texture was strange, warm, with a faint pulsation, like touching a piece of living skin.
"That's for you." Su Qing pointed to Guan Shan and Pierre. "What about the other two? Security guards and cooks? The Seven Star Pavilion's security system is military-grade. If we just swagger in like this, we'll be thrown out as troublemakers in less than five minutes."
Wang Minyu looked at Pierre, who was frying "brain flowers," and then at Guan Shan, who had a muscular physique, and a calculating smile appeared on his lips.
"Who said we were going to sneak in?" He pulled a crumpled white lab coat from under the counter and tossed it to Guan Shan. "We're going there for 'technical assistance'."
"Technology-based poverty alleviation?"
"Yes." Wang Minyu pointed to what was in Pierre's pot. "Seven Star Pavilion has an auction next week, and the highlight is that 'living jade.' What those rich people lack most right now isn't money, it's life. And we happen to have the 'longevity elixir' that they've been dreaming of."
Although the processed "brain slice" lost its ability to control its mind, it has now become a high-purity "bio-battery" because it absorbed a large amount of students' mental energy.
Eating it can indeed rejuvenate people and even create the illusion of a brief resurgence of energy.
"Pierre, pack this dish up." Wang Minyu stood up, straightened his collar, and said, "I've decided on a name: 'Kiss of the Abyss.' As for Guan Shan..."
He looked the burly man, who was 1.9 meters tall, up and down.
"Put away your entrenching tool and go buy a decent suit. Remember, it should be tight-fitting, the kind that pops open with the slightest pressure."
"Why?" Guan Shan scratched his head.
"Because the female owner of Seven Star Pavilion is said to like men who are 'wild'," Wang Minyu smiled like a shrewd businessman. "That's called precise bait placement."
Just then, a sudden screech of brakes came from outside the door.
A Lamborghini with fluorescent green wrapping was parked sideways in front of the pharmacy. The door opened, and a young man wearing an extravagant studded leather jacket got out.
The man walked with a strange gait, limping, and his right hand was constantly covering his waist.
"Dr. Wang! Dr. Wang, help me!" the young man cried before even entering the room. "I feel like a tree is growing out of my kidney!"
Wang Minyu gave Su Qing a wink.
A job came in; I just happened to be short of travel expenses to the auction.
"Registration fee is two hundred. Scan the code first." Wang Minyu sat back in his chair, picked up his teacup, and resumed his aloof and deadpan demeanor. "A tree growing out of your waist? Did you eat a pitted cherry, or did you sleep on a grave overnight?"
The young man looked distressed: "No... I went to the Seven Star Pavilion. I had a 'Forest Breathing' spa there, and this is what happened when I got back."
Wang Minyu narrowed his eyes.
Forest breathing?
He activated the [Aura Observation Technique].
On the young man's lower back, a dark green mass of energy was slowly wriggling, indeed resembling a seedling rooted in a kidney.
That's not a tree. Those are fungal spores, using this poor guy's kidney as a culture medium.
"It seems our 'technology-based poverty alleviation' is quite necessary." Wang Minyu took out the thickest silver needle from the drawer, heated it over an alcohol lamp, and said, "Lie down. Take off your pants."
"Huh? Completely naked?"
"Nonsense, do you want that tree to grow out of your mouth?"
The young man turned pale with fright and obediently lay down on the examination bed.
Wang Minyu didn't administer the acupuncture immediately. Instead, he called out to Pierre, "Cook that piece of 'brain' a little longer, and give it to this kid to nourish him later. Taken from mushrooms and used back to mushrooms, that's called a closed ecological loop."