As Ren Zhong was about to return to Zheng Tian’s courtyard, Wang Zhaofu sent him a ssage.
"Forty perfect and excellent level crystal chips, I can offer you forty-eight thousand after tax, with each chip valued at twelve hundred."
Ren Zhong imdiately replied, "That high? Brother, you must be scraping off your own profit."
Ren Zhong clearly rembered that the special chips from the Dream Weaving Maze Stink Bugs only sold for fifteen hundred.
Among this batch of forty chips, not many matched the quality of the Dream Weaving Worms.
Even if Ren Zhong sold through the professional team’s account at Starfire Resources, the average price would at most reach around 1350.
Wang Zhaofu selling elsewhere, even if finding a professional team’s account, would incur only an 8% commission, but would still need to earn so profit for the team.
But Old Wang offered Ren Zhong a post-tax price, which was highly favorable.
Wang Zhaofu cleared his throat, "Hey, little brother you’re overthinking, I’m a professional businessman, never a loss-making one, it’s just about how much I earn. We’re not dealing with a one-off trade, earning less from you is only right."
"Well, alright, thank you, brother."
"Additionally, the ninety chips have indeed been stored too long, significantly reducing their stability. So I can only offer you seven hundred per chip, totaling sixty-three thousand."
Ren Zhong: "Okay."
Next up was the main event.
Micro corps are worth much more than the equipnt of professionals of the sa level because they can allow soone with no combat capability to achieve the fighting ability of a professional of the sa level with basic operation training as simple as learning to use a TV.
The third-level micro corps in Sima Wan’s hands, crafted by a War Artist, can single-handedly fight a team of third-level professionals and remain invincible.
"This micro corps is no ordinary item, constructed with top-notch materials and advanced programming. If it were a complete set and undamaged, it could be worth two to three million points, capable of buying twenty sets of third-level basic exoskeleton armor. Now it’s severely damaged, with missing parts and a broken control center, and requires a full repair to be usable. I can only sell it to a professional War Artist to repair and resell, likely at a pressed price. So I can only offer you 720,000."
Wang Zhaofu carefully suggested.
Ren Zhong imdiately replied, "That’s acceptable, thanks for your efforts, brother."
"Alright then, I’ll transfer the money to you. Oh, wasn’t there supposed to be an extra pair of fourth-level Demolition Master gloves? Are they damaged? They’re worth several thousand as well."
Ren Zhong: "I gave them to Chen Hanyu."
Wang Zhaofu: "Oh! I get it now, it’s that tall little beauty from Zheng Tian’s squad, right? I rember she’s quite aloof, isn’t she? Wow, little brother, you’ve got sothing. No wonder you weren’t interested in joining for battle the other day."
Ren Zhong roared internally.
To hell with battling side by side!
I’m already running out of idioms that are safe to use, can’t you leave so?
Also, I clearly haven’t done anything, so why can’t this LSP joke just be left behind?
It feels like the whole world knows I’m LSP.
Is it my problem or the fault of the tis?
"However, little brother, let give you so advice. I’ve known this little girl Zheng Tian for many years. She and Chen Han have been relying on each other for so many years, which isn’t easy, and unlike typical female Scavengers, they haven’t experienced much emotionally. Now that they’ve aligned with you, you should treat them well in the future."
Ren Zhong responded weakly, "No need to worry about that, brother."
"Uh-huh. Also, Captain Lin’s armor... heh. And those dual pistols..."
"That’s fine, let’s reconnect in a few days."
"Okay!"
With Wang Zhaofu’s funds arriving, Ren Zhong’s personal assets once again reached seven figures, reaching 1.05 million.
Looking at the account balance, Ren Zhong sighed deeply.
Sigh.
Once you’ve seen the grand sea, it’s hard to consider anything lesser as extraordinary.
Having possessed a wealth of over 3 million before, he’s no longer the young man who would be delighted for a long ti simply by freeloading off Brother Sun for a few hundred points.
People, the more money they have, the less joy they find.
The troubles of the rich are beyond the imagination of the poor.
Ren Zhong pushed open the squad’s door, where it was bustling and lively inside.
Everyone was preparing for a feast.
Although the joy was short-lived, it was still worth celebrating.
Amidst the cheerful dinner, Ren Zhong received a communication request from Starfire Resources, from that voluptuous but plain-looking female staff mber he had interacted with multiple tis.
They were familiar enough that there was no need for excessive formalities.
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