Chapter 20

The male student instantly beamed with joy. “Thank you, Brother! Today you’re my real Brother!!”

Eric Bennett’s eyelid twitched even more violently.

With the example set by the student in the back row, even though the warning bell had already rung, quite a few boys still scrambled to shout, “Good Older Brother, just look at Younger Brother once! Younger Brother also wants a piece of Older Brother’s heart, a bit of love!!”

“Older Brother, from today on you’re my real Brother!”

“Brother! Older Brother! Good Older Brother!!”

“Younger Brother is fine, Younger Sister is fine too! Please, Older Brother, look at Younger Sister!”

Andrew Foster, in high spirits, pulled all the cash out of his wallet with two fingers and tossed it into the air. “Don’t mention it, I’ll treat you all to a meal!”

Eric Bennett’s eyelid was twitching so much it was about to catch fire.

Suddenly, the dean appeared at the door. “What’s all this noise! Don’t you know the warning bell has rung?”

More than half the class was still bent over picking up money. Hearing the dean’s words, they hurriedly sat up straight.

The dean looked closely and saw quite a few students still clutching bills in their hands. She turned to the girl at the door and asked, “What’s going on here?”

The girl replied enviously, “The new student is handing out money to everyone.”

The dean’s eyes widened. “What? Handing out money??”

Ten minutes later, under the watchful eyes of the dean and Steven Martin, every last cent of the money Andrew Foster had thrown was collected and returned.

The dean handed the thick stack of bills to Andrew Foster and said sternly, “This isn’t a small sum. I hope you take good care of it and don’t spend it recklessly.”

Students these days really have no idea how hard it is to earn money. Tossing out tens of thousands just like that—who does that?

The dean stared intently at Andrew Foster; in all these years, he’d only ever seen one like him.

Andrew Foster, however, didn’t have the bad habit of disrespecting teachers like some in his circle. He nodded and obediently said, “Yes, teacher.”

After the dean left, Andrew Foster sat down next to Eric Bennett. Steven Martin was taken aback and said, “Andrew Foster, your seat is in the back.”

Andrew Foster said, “Teacher, I want to sit here.”

Steven Martin said, “If you sit here, the students in the back won’t be able to see—”

Before she could finish, all the boys in the row behind Andrew Foster chimed in together, “It’s fine, teacher, we can see the blackboard!!”

Steven Martin: “……”

Eric Bennett turned his head away and looked out the window.

What a bunch of slaves to money.

After class, Andrew Foster pulled out that thick stack of bills again and said, “Line up, Older Brother will give you money.”

Quite a few people cheered.

They actually lined up one by one to take the bills from Andrew Foster’s hand.

Eric Bennett didn’t look, instead immersing himself in the sea of knowledge to help resist the corruption of capital.

He handed out a hundred-yuan bill to some of the students, though most of those who came up were boys; the girls were too shy to go.

Judging by the thickness of the remaining stack, it was safe to estimate that there must have been twenty or thirty thousand at the start.

A high schooler, barely in their teens, actually brought twenty or thirty thousand in cash to school to hand out?

Is this normal? No, it’s not! This is a living, breathing God of Wealth sent to save the suffering!!!

At this moment, in everyone’s eyes, Andrew Foster was simply dazzling!

At this moment, everyone was a slave to money!

Andrew Foster rolled up the remaining bills and said, “Alright, alright, go back to your seats.”

He turned to look at Eric Bennett, and said smugly, “I saved some for you, here you go.”

With that, Andrew Foster placed the roll of bills on Eric Bennett’s desk.

The rolled-up bills instantly unfurled like a blooming flower bud. Eric Bennett glanced at it, then quickly looked away, saying coolly, “No, thanks.”

Andrew Foster asked, “Everyone else took some, and you don’t want any?”

He was a bit frustrated. He remembered that Eric Bennett liked cash the most.

Eric Bennett had a strange quirk—he always kept a thick wad of cash in his wallet, and even when given pocket money every day, he refused to use Alipay or WeChat, insisting on cash.

Aside from loving cash, Andrew Foster couldn’t think of any other reason. That’s why he’d specially brought cash.

Andrew Foster was quite pleased with himself. He had a big advantage—he knew all of Eric Bennett’s preferences and habits. Now, the initiative was in his hands!!

Andrew Foster was very handsome. His maternal grandfather was German, so he was a quarter German. This showed in his pale skin and deep-set features; his eyelashes were thick and dark, his double eyelids clear and delicate, making his eyes especially bright, like a stream you could see straight to the bottom of.

With eyes like that, it was hard to believe he was a schemer; on the contrary, you might suspect he was just a naive sweetheart.

In short, Andrew Foster’s looks radiated a kind of pure, wholesome handsomeness.

Looks aside, his casual way of throwing money around made Eric Bennett a bit repulsed.