It's all true, just put it up!
Chen Shu shook his head, picked up a wooden sign, and began to benefit the public, making potions for everyone for free.
Of course, only flame potions, ice potions, and lightning potions were made.
As soon as the wooden sign was placed, it immediately attracted everyone's attention.
The reputation of the Great Strength Potion Shop was already established, and there was no need for much publicity.
Ten minutes later, the first customer arrived.
"Boss Chen, are you making potions for everyone for free again?"
A man walked into the shop, holding a packet of medicinal herbs.
"Give me the herbs."
Chen Shu took the herbs and walked towards the shop's restroom.
"Never forget your original intention, and you will achieve success."
"Hmm? These herbs?"
While the man was waiting, he looked at the shelves around him.
When he saw various fire-attributed medicinal herbs, his expression instantly trembled.
"Could they all be Black Iron grade herbs?"
The man looked at the various prices below, which were basically market prices.
"Did your boss raid a beast lair?"
His expression became more and more shocked. The herbs on display were incredibly fresh, clearly not harvested long ago.
Wang Tianba and the others shook their heads.
In fact, they suspected Chen Shu had robbed someone.
Soon, the news of free potion making spread throughout Nanjiang City.
As the saying goes: "He who does not take advantage of a bargain is a turtle's egg!"
Countless people rushed over, and the Great Strength Potion Shop was bustling with activity. The crowd also noticed the herbs on the shelves.
Although most people couldn't afford them, there were still some wealthy individuals.
Chen Shu's original intention was to use the traffic brought by free potion making to quickly sell the medicinal herbs.
Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
Chen Shu's medicinal herbs sold for twenty million.
If this pace continued, the herbs would be sold out in less than half a month.
At the same time, his potion-making proficiency was also rapidly improving.
Nanjiang Second High School,
Special Training Class classroom.
"Students, I will be your teacher this month!"
An elderly man with glasses and white hair walked onto the stage.
He looked at the students below, coughed, and said:
"In February, I will teach you cultural subjects. This is the only month dedicated to learning cultural knowledge, and I hope you will all take it seriously!"
"The cultural subjects in the college entrance examination are also extremely important. If you only have strength but no culture, people will only think of you as a brute or even a bandit. Can you accept such a title?"
The students remained silent. Upon hearing the word "bandit," they all looked towards the back of the classroom.
However, Chen Shu was not there.
Today was the first day of school, and he hadn't shown up at all.
But the students were not surprised; they felt it was natural.
"Everyone, please check if any students are absent. If not, we will begin the class!"
The teacher said, actually just a perfunctory remark.
Over the years, the special training classes had always consisted of students with excellent conduct, and truancy was unheard of.
Even Fang Si back then, if he couldn't attend class, would at least take leave.
The students fell into silence. Although they all knew Chen Shu was absent, no one spoke up.
Without him, everyone could learn better.
The busy life of the second semester of senior high school began.
The students in the special training class attended cultural classes during the day and cultivated their Beast Taming Power at night.
Students from well-off families not only trained at the Beast Taming Dojo at night but also supplemented their training with Beast Taming Beads and cultivation potions, leading to rapid progress.
With the college entrance examination approaching, which was crucial for their future achievements, families spared no expense, even taking out loans.
In addition to car and housing loans, banks even offered beast-taming loans with very low interest rates.
As long as the child's beast-taming talent and contracted spirit's potential rating were provided, approval was generally guaranteed, serving as a form of support from the state for students from disadvantaged backgrounds.
As for Chen Shu, he was still making potions for free in the black market, having completely forgotten about the start of school.
Time quickly passed until the end of February.
Chen Shu put away his wooden sign, and the welfare activity of giving back to the public was temporarily suspended.
His proficiency in all three types of potions had reached the "Mastered" level. To advance to "Grandmaster" would require too much time.
Meanwhile, all the fire-attributed medicinal herbs in the shop were also sold out.
His account now held one hundred and twenty million Chinese Yuan, an absolutely enormous sum.
"Xiao Huang!"
Chen Shu used a partial summoning, and space tore open beside him, revealing a giant mouth.
He threw thirty bottles of potions directly to the slime.
These were the three elemental potions he had made in excess. The normal yield was two bottles, but he always made three, allowing him to keep one.
The slime had already been fed elemental potions before.
Now, with Mastered proficiency, it could consume an additional ten bottles.
Although it was a spirit without attributes, consuming elemental potions provided almost no improvement.
But Chen Shu had OCD!
If he didn't feed it until it was full, he always felt something was off.
This was no longer perfect cultivation, but rather wasteful cultivation!
"Hey, boss, aren't you making potions anymore?"
A person walked in with medicinal herbs.
Chen Shu's mouth twitched. What did he mean by "aren't you making potions anymore?"
"I'm not making them for you temporarily. As for the next activity, you can follow the latest news from Great Strength Potion Shop!"
The person could only leave in disappointment.
"What should I do next?"
Chen Shu muttered to himself, "I feel like I've forgotten something."
Just then, his phone suddenly rang.
"Shen Wushuang? Who is it?"
Chen Shu's expression flickered, and then he jolted: "Holy crap! Shen Wushuang!"
His eyes widened as he finally remembered what he had forgotten.
"Damn it, I think I forgot to go to school!"
He took a deep breath and finally pressed the answer button.
"Chen Pi, do you want to die?! It's been almost a month since school started, where have you been!"
Shen Wushuang's furious roar came through.
To prevent Chen Shu from forgetting, he had specifically reminded him three days in advance.
He hadn't expected the guy to still not show up for school!
If he hadn't wanted to check on the students' learning situation at school today, he probably would have never known about this.
"Teacher Shen, if I said I forgot, would you believe me?"
"Get lost! You don't need to come to school! Come to Zimu Mountain in the west of the city!"
"Zimu Mountain?"
Chen Shu's expression faltered, and then he was startled.
That was a mass grave in Nanjiang City!
"Teacher Shen, I was wrong!"
If Chen Shu really went to Zimu Mountain, Shen Wushuang would definitely bury him there.
"I'm coming to school now! Immediately, right away!"
He sprinted out of his black market shop and headed towards Nanjiang Second High School.
"Master, hurry, hurry! Nanjiang Second High School!"
"Young man, what's the rush? You're not rushing to be reincarnated."
"Master, if you're any slower, I'll really be reincarnated!"