Of course.
We’re talking about a small-scale ground war here.
If it really turns into a civilization warfare, a single shot from the "Akanon Light Energy Main Cannon" would blow up the entire planet; these steel plates naturally beco useless then.
"Pretty simple,"
Chen Mang chuckled as he looked around, lighting a cigarette and leaning against the conveyor belt railing: "The food tastes good. You’ve made so much money over the years, and the house is just this plain? Not enjoying it at all?"
"Nothing much to enjoy,"
The middle-aged man said softly: "As long as my wife and kids have a good life, it’s enough. No matter how wealthy, life has its limits—having billions versus trillions doesn’t make a huge difference in material living."
"No matter how expensive, it’s just that much money,"
"Spiritual wealth is the true wealth, and it has no limits,"
"Moreover—"
"The wealth I’ve earned over the years was all thanks to Master Mang’s little gadget. Since we talked last ti, I realized that this wealth didn’t actually belong to ; I’m just temporarily holding it."
"I’ve already converted it all into physical resources and stored it in the fresh-keeping warehouse along with that ’fridge.’ Now it’s ti to return it to its rightful owner."
"Don’t."
Chen Mang furrowed his brows slightly, raising his hand to stop the man’s words: "I ca here for one purpose only, to see Little Fatty and take my Celestial Palace away. I wasn’t planning on robbing your house; you might have mistaken for being petty."
"Over the years,"
"I’ve always plundered civilizations. Since when did a rchant qualify to be robbed by ? That bit of wealth isn’t even enough to cover my travel expenses."
"Of course,"
"I know you’re very wealthy, having accumulated quite a fortune, but leave this wealth to your son. Alright, there’s no need to talk about this anymore."
The middle-aged man hesitated a little, seemingly wanting to say sothing more, but after thinking for a mont, he kept his mouth shut. At this mont, the conveyor belt stopped, and the man imdiately stepped off, arriving at a giant safe door embedded in the wall.
Once he placed his finger on the tablet on the door surface,
The sound of gears turning slowly accompanied the flash of green light.
"It’s right here."
The safe door slowly opened, revealing... nearly endless iron ore, filling the entire warehouse. Looking as far as the eye can see, there was no end in sight, like an ocean.
"..."
Just stepping off the conveyor belt, Chen Mang stared at the scene before him and suddenly stood still, though his expression remained calm, his mouth couldn’t help but twitch...
The warehouse’s height alone was 10 ters.
The iron ore piled up to a height of seven ters and looked quite spectacular, akin to a courier sorting center’s warehouse. Most importantly, each piece of iron ore was a noble 10th-level iron ore.
Just one piece of 10th-level iron ore is 10 billion units!
A thousand pieces would be 1 trillion...
To put it bluntly, even if this warehouse were only three ters deep, the iron ore piled here would have at least 8-9 trillion units of iron ore!
It really is a damn astronomical number!
Moreover, it’s clearly more than three ters deep here.
Chen Mang suddenly felt at a loss for words, glancing sideways at Little Fatty’s Father, not knowing what to say for a while. The wealth he plundered from the "Extrely Evil Civilization" and the "Good Cat Civilization" might not even rival the wealth in this warehouse.
You really are a businessman...
He’s seen wealth rivaling a nation before, but this is the first ti... seeing wealth rivaling civilization...
He suddenly regretted being so resolute just a mont ago.
But...
What’s said is said, resources are abundant, but he can’t afford to lose face by going back on his word.
After half a mont of silence, he finally bowed his head, lit a cigarette, and softly said: "Not bad."
At this mont—
Little Fatty’s Father awkwardly spoke again: "The ’Nami Civilization’ prohibits privately building advanced trains and strictly controls Murphy Stone. I have no way to consu these resources; over the years, my wealth has almost entirely accumulated."
"Almost all of it is here."
"If it’s possible..."
"I was thinking of possibly giving this wealth as a dowry to Master Mang."
"Dowry?"
Chen Mang was slightly stunned, a trace of shock flashing in his eyes. This was even more shocking than the resources: "Little Fatty is masquerading as a woman?"
Wait!
It seems...
He seems to have never seen Little Fatty’s thing!
This might really be possible, but who would check if a friend has their thing when making friends!
"No, no,"
Little Fatty’s Father quickly shook his head, denying, "That’s not it. My son is a proper man. A few years ago, my wife and I had another child, a girl—natural beauty, I thought maybe..."
"How old?"
"Three years old."
"Such sin, starting to arrange marriages for your daughter at just three?"
"She could be a child bride."
"No need,"
Chen Mang shook his head: "I’m not fond of rigidly binding marriage relations. Let’s not talk about this. Where’s your refrigerator?"
"At the deepest part of the fresh-keeping warehouse."
"Let’s take a look at the refrigerator."
"Sure."
Next mont—
Chen Mang watched as countless robotic arms extended from the warehouse ceiling, grabbing a large amount of iron ore and sending it to the opening at the entrance. Following that, the iron ore slid into a pocket at the bottom of the pipes.
That pocket was extrely small, yet its internal space was unexpectedly large.
Like it would never be full.
This scene was... extrely captivating. As he watched, Chen Mang even began to be srized, his expression gradually becoming dazed, while an AI constantly calculated, displaying the outbound resources on the external screen of the warehouse in real ti.
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