Ser el patriarca del Dao en el multiverso

Capítulo 360

However, if a child wants to get into Qing Teng No. 1 Middle School, they will have to rely on their own abilities to pass the entrance exam.

Qing Teng No. 1 High School is extremely difficult to get into. There is a saying at Qing Teng No. 1 High School that once you get into it, it's like you've already stepped into the gates of a prestigious university, and those prestigious universities are some of the most famous in the world.

All the parents' eyes lit up.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, don't miss it!

"Alright! Now, let me briefly introduce the requirements for this activity!" the teacher said with a smile. "Since this activity is called a hands-on activity, all the parents and children here need to work together to complete it! The judges will score the activity based on various aspects such as material composition, structural features, appearance, and color! The activity will now officially begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the children and parents immediately sprang into action. Almost every parent prepared some materials for their child for this activity.

Some parents bought special folding paper, while others bought special paints. Some parents, like Li Xiaoyao's, even bought folding paper from abroad.

"Brother, you didn't buy me any special paper." Ma Xiaomeng pouted and looked at Ma Yunteng with a hint of reproach.

"Hmm, no rush, let's see how they fold them first!" Ma Yunteng lazily looked around. Many parents had started to get started, and the paper in their hands was a kind of white special paper that looked very sturdy.

"Look, Xiaoyao's paper is so unique!" one of the students suddenly shouted, and many parents and children looked towards where Li Xiaoyao and his son were sitting.

In less than five minutes, Li Xiaoyao and his son had folded fifty or sixty origami cranes, and those origami cranes looked lifelike.

"Wow! So high-end, even Xiaoyao's folded paper has fold lines."

"Yes, this is the first time I've seen such high-quality folding paper. You just need to fold it according to the lines."

"No wonder they folded them so fast! We've only folded three, but they've already folded dozens." Many parents were quite envious when they saw the dozens of origami cranes displayed in front of Li Xiaoyao and his son.

"Xiaoyao's dad, you've definitely won first place this time," one parent said flatteringly.

“Yes, your folded paper is not only sturdy, but the colors also look very lifelike,” another parent said.

"The origami cranes folded from your paper won't sink even if you put them in a lake."

"Xiaoyao's dad, this kind of paper must be very expensive, right?"

Hearing the praises from those around them, Li Xiaoyao and his father felt quite pleased. Li Xiaoyao's father turned to look at the other parent behind him and said disdainfully, "It's alright. A single sheet of paper costs a little over a thousand, not expensive at all! If I smoke one less cigarette, that money will come to me."

"hiss!"

The parents who heard this couldn't help but sigh. They all felt that Li Xiaoyao was really too willing to spend money on his child, and that the first place this time would definitely belong to Li Xiaoyao and his son.

"Haha, look what they're doing!" a parent suddenly shouted. This parent had previously tried to get close to Ma Yunteng, but Ma Yunteng had ignored him. So now he was holding a grudge and wanted to take the opportunity to mock Ma Yunteng.

Everyone turned to look in the direction where Ma Yunteng and Ma Xiaomeng were sitting.

"Um, folding origami cranes from newspapers is a good idea, that's creative!"

"And look at what they're folding, it's not pretty at all."

"You're so rich, how come you can't even afford to buy special folding paper?" Some parents took the opportunity to mock Ma Yunteng. Hearing this, Ma Xiaomeng pouted, very unhappy. Other parents prepared special paper for their children, but her cousin hadn't made any preparations at all.

"Oh dear, young man, how can you fold origami cranes from newspaper? Come, come, let me lend you some special paper. This paper is imported from abroad, each sheet costs over a thousand yuan. It's yours! Let's be friends!" Li Xiaoyao's father suddenly walked over and said loudly.

Ma Xiaomeng happily reached out to take it, but was stopped by Ma Yunteng.

"Excuse me, we never use such garbage paper!" Ma Yunteng said, realizing the other party was deliberately mocking him, and he couldn't possibly accept their insincere words.

"Kid, you call this paper trash?" Li Xiaoyao's father sneered. "This paper costs over a thousand yuan a sheet! You've never even seen one before!"

"Oh, really? You mean he's very valuable?" Ma Yunteng said with a playful smile.

"Need you even ask? My paper could buy a truckload of newspapers in your hands!" Li Xiaoyao's father continued to mock. He was right; even if there was a truckload of waste newspapers, how much could it be worth?

"Um, you look very rich."

"Of course, I smoke cigarettes that cost a thousand yuan a stick, and I rinse my mouth with juice every day," Li Xiaoyao's father said, patting his chest.

Ma Yunteng looked at him, laughed, and without arguing with him, walked straight out of the classroom and sent an electric arc towards the Calorie headquarters.

"Send me two boxes of US dollars! Remember, the largest denominations! Also, buy two boxes of diamonds and gold! Damn it, they're trying to show off to me!"

(End of this chapter)

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Chapter 255 Gilding and Diamond Inlay

Ten minutes later, two bank employees walked into the classroom carrying two boxes of US dollars.

"Hello Mr. Ma, your US dollars have arrived," the bank employee said respectfully.

"Okay, put it there!" Ma Yunteng pointed to the table in front of him, and then took out stacks of US dollars, each bill being the largest denomination of one hundred dollars.

All the parents were stunned.

"Wow... you can do that too."

"This US dollar is fake, isn't it?"

"If it was delivered by bank staff in person, how could it be fake?"

"These two boxes of US dollars must be worth tens of millions, right?"

"Poverty really does limit my imagination!"

Not only the parents, but even the teachers evaluating the creative space were dumbfounded! They had never seen anything like it! Was this some kind of money being used as folding paper?

Crazy?