Chapter 370: Daring to Play Monkey with Me? Do You Think I Won

Woni Ma's irregular conduct.

Li Ye stepped forward with long strides, ready to storm the podium and beat someone up.

To be maliciously looked down upon and still not realize it—today's humiliation was enormous.

"No, no, no, everyone calm down."

Old Song finally seized the chance, stepping between the visibly furious Li Ye and the training class instructor.

"We're all family here—this is just a case of floodwater hitting the Dragon King's temple! Young Master Zhuangyuan, please sit down, sit down."

Old Song grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, forcibly pulling Li Ye into his seat, then bowed low to gesture for Wen Leyu and Fu Yiruo to sit as well.

But Wen Leyu and Fu Yiruo had already gone to sit beside Jiang Xiaoyan.

After all three sat down, Old Song pointed at the instructor on the podium and smiled: "This is my partner, Mr. Ai."

"Mr. Ai is well-versed in conditions over at the Lighthouse and has helped many people obtain visas abroad—he's a capable man."

Then Old Song pointed to Li Ye and introduced him to Mr. Ai: "This student Li is my fellow townsman and a top graduate from Jingda's Economics Department—he's also highly skilled in economics."

"Yes, yes! But computers seem really hard to learn, don't they?"

"This is my classmate, William Henry Gates III—he got into the world-class Harvard University,

which made him extremely proud."

Mr. Ai turned around and wrote on the blackboard a name that startled Li Ye—williamhenrygates (William Henry Gates).

"Oh, one hundred million dollars? That much money?"

"If someone says the Lighthouse is paved with gold, they're just talking nonsense—if it really were, gold would lose all value.

But it's true the Lighthouse is full of opportunities—every single one can make an ordinary person rich overnight and rise above others."

"That's unnecessary—I can learn to ride a bicycle in two days."

Is this guy running a training class—or a pyramid scheme?

The previously hesitant Mr. Ai now regained his confidence.

But now, Li Ye was even younger than them.

"Let's not even talk about how far behind Jingda is in global rankings—I'll tell you this: even at the pinnacle of academia in the Lighthouse, being a college student means nothing."

But later he realized college was useless, so he dropped out—do you know what happened after he dropped out?"

A bunch of country bumpkins who've never seen money—am I wrong to call you peasants?

"He founded his own computer company, became his own boss, and this year his company's revenue reached one hundred million dollars."

"What's so impressive about a Jingda student?"

Mr. Ai tugged at his tie and lifted his chin: "This fact proves that the conditions driving a person's success lie not in their academic credentials, but in their social environment."

Li Ye was stunned because Bill Gates wasn't famous yet at this time! How did Mr. Ai know about this man?

Bill Gates wouldn't become the world's youngest billionaire for another two years—later, this record was broken by Zuckerberg.

"How many RMB is one hundred million dollars? Are Lighthouse dollars really that easy to make?"

The instructor on the podium transformed into a success coach, rambling endlessly, portraying the Lighthouse as a "windfall" where even pigs could fly—if you could get there, just grab a sack and start picking up cash.

Mr. Ai looked down at the students and saw his words had stirred their emotions—especially that previously cold-faced "Student Li," who now wore an expression of surprise.

"The Lighthouse has plenty of computers—what's hard to learn? Give you a bicycle, you'll ride it in three days."

Li Ye listened, both embarrassed and impressed—this level of nonsense, not joining a pyramid scheme would be a waste.

But the other training class students, except Wen Leyu and Fu Yiruo, all had red-rimmed eyes; even Jiang Xiaoyan looked thoughtful, as if somewhat tempted.

Li Ye turned to look for Old Song, hoping to catch some clue in his eyes—but Old Song had turned his back, giving Li Ye no opening.

"Student Li, pay attention. Don't keep glancing around. If you find my class boring, you may leave now—don't disturb others."

"Did I disturb anyone?"

Seeing Mr. Ai unjustly accuse him, Li Ye was deeply confused.

Who gave you the nerve to provoke me?

Mr. Ai nodded at Li Ye: "Yes, you disturbed others. This isn't just an English training class—it teaches skills needed to survive in the Lighthouse. I see you have no interest in this."

"Wait a moment."

Li Ye smiled and interrupted Mr. Ai: "Since you say I disturbed others, then let me disturb them further!"

Li Ye pointed at the name on the blackboard: "The Bill Gates you just mentioned isn't an ordinary person—he started self-studying computers in elementary school, and by middle school he'd already earned tens of thousands of dollars through computer skills,

and he didn't drop out of Harvard because he thought college was useless—he dropped out for several reasons, like failing multiple courses and being told to repeat a year,

plus he was lopsided in his studies: his English didn't meet graduation requirements, his physical education was terrible, he was bad at socializing, and people constantly cheated him out of money."

Li Ye rattled off a string of gossip, successfully "disturbing" the other students and stealing Mr. Ai's spotlight.

Mr. Ai stared at Li Ye in shock, then finally said: "Student Li, you can eat anything, but don't speak nonsense—what you just said… isn't true."

Li Ye replied coolly: "Whether it's true or not, Harvard has records, doesn't it?"

"Even if what you say is true, it proves that someone who doesn't study well can still succeed."

Mr. Ai recovered and said to Li Ye: "If someone as poor at studying and as socially inept as Gates can succeed, who can deny the superiority of the Lighthouse's environment?"

"Because he can rely on his father."

Li Ye sneered: "After Gates founded his company, his first order came from his father's law firm, the second from IBM—do I need to explain the relationship between Gates' mother and IBM?"

Li Ye glanced at Mr. Ai and said calmly: "And if you're talking about success, why not mention Wang An, the Harvard master's graduate, instead of focusing on the dropout Bill Gates?"

"In today's Lighthouse computer industry, Wang An's company is far stronger than Gates' Microsoft—and Wang An is Chinese."

Mr. Ai froze again—he never imagined a mainland kid would know so much about the Lighthouse.

This Li Ye was vastly different from the mainlanders he'd met these past days—he should never have provoked him.

But if he let Li Ye keep "disturbing" the students, this goldmine business was over.

After a moment, Mr. Ai coldly said: "Student Li, I don't know where you heard these rumors, but you only know half the story. Let me be clear: Wang An provoked IBM and ended up bankrupt."

"But Gates' Microsoft is different—he built a solid partnership with IBM. This year, Gates' sales are one hundred million; next year, five hundred million, then one billion."

"That's being wise and seizing opportunity—climb a high branch, and you become a phoenix. For us, going to the Lighthouse is climbing a high branch."

As Mr. Ai spoke, the students in the class finally began to split.

Many wore expressions of suppressed resentment.

Mr. Ai didn't understand mainlanders—he spoke too bluntly, too shamelessly.

Mainlanders who go abroad to make money must claim it's because of their own ability—not because they climbed a high branch.

"Hey hey hey, everyone check your watches—class is over! Time for a break."

Old Song stepped in just in time to stop Mr. Ai's further manipulation, then gave Li Ye a glance, signaling him to step outside.

The two left the classroom. Old Song bowed and smiled apologetically: "Young Master Zhuangyuan, I'm just partnering up for a small business—take your anger out on me, alright? Don't take it out on Mr. Ai."

"Also, I heard there's some Carlsberg auction house overseas—I want to learn foreign languages so I can expand my Zhuangyuan Building business abroad…"

Li Ye tilted his head and smiled: "Old Song, if you think you're not making enough, I'll raise your share."

"If you really want to learn foreign languages, I'll find you a hardworking student for one-on-one tutoring—guaranteed to teach you properly. Why the hell are you associating with someone who's forgotten his ancestors?"

Old Song chewed his lips: "I just got greedy—I invested my life savings. Young Master Zhuangyuan, give me a chance to recoup my losses—show some mercy."

Old Song meant he'd put his own money in and hoped Li Ye wouldn't interfere.

But Li Ye sneered: "Tell me, Old Song—what kind of scheme is this? If you dare play tricks on me again, do you think I won't smash you to pieces right now, you bastard?"

"Speak—who are you trying to swindle?"

(End of Chapter)

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