Chapter 1103: Wealth Accumulation (1000 1200 Supplement)

"Everyone... please, have some pity!"

In the Virtual Universe, Ning Chen was dressed in rags, with a broken bowl placed in front of him: "Alms, give me some money to get rich..."

Although he was speaking Blue Star language, the translator could perfectly convey his meaning.

This caused a group of strange-looking aliens to stop and watch, feeling it was quite novel.

Yes!

After discussions by a group of experts, the final conclusion for the easiest, most convenient, and safest plan for the first pot of gold was to be an internet beggar!

After all, due to different civilizations, those aliens still found it quite novel to see a beggar from a primitive planet.

He started using his Golden Finger, and then Ning Chen was shocked... he felt the consumption was insanely fast!

"No chance for the grand prize!"

Do you really have inside information?

But you didn't tell me the numbers before, and I still have 10,000 Lang!

If I had known, I would have bet everything, damn it! Huge loss! Huge loss!

Ning Chen's thoughts churned; he felt that the dream of financial freedom—no, the dream of saving Blue Star in an instant—was drifting away from him.

Aaron added another sentence: "And they live even worse than the clansmen who were sold... Don't underestimate the private zoos of interstellar tycoons. At the very least, they set aside land as large as the Eurasian continent as an exhibit area. The slightly more particular ones dedicate an entire planet to free-range a single race. In the zoos, there are even those indigenous people who build nations and become kings or emperors..."

Ning Chen acted like a gambler with bloodshot eyes, betting 1 Lang, then another 1 Lang...

One of the smaller aliens looked at Ning Chen, a curious expression appearing on its face: "Daddy... what is he doing?"

Listening to the various annoying voices in his ears, Ning Chen acted very impatiently and closed the Blue Star communication.

"An adult Photosynthetic Orc is a little superman on Blue Star... It can flip a Psionic Tank, and without missile carpet-bombing, there's basically no way to deal with it..."

"I'm currently being broadcast globally... begging on a global broadcast... I, damn it, have lost face in front of all the people on Earth, all the way to the aliens!"

"Oh... there are also some aliens who take the initiative to sell some of their clansmen to increase the exhibit slots for the tycoons' private zoos..."

"Sigh... I really have deep feelings for Blue Star."

Pop!

In front of the shop, a virtual firework suddenly appeared: "Congratulations to this guest for winning the third prize—10,000 Lang!"

"So this is a Ritual... we don't see this on our planet anymore? What is money? Isn't it that everyone just gets what they want?"

"Yes, let's go buy some interstellar gambling tickets!"

Ning Chen manifested a five-Lang coin and tossed it in his hand: "Next... what should I do? Go win a large sum of capital? Uh... that would be too conspicuous, right? But luck is something no one can say for sure, right? Let me see... there seems to be a gambling activity similar to a lottery here..."

The powerful emotional contagion instantly enveloped Ning Chen again, leaving him at a loss: "Then... you..."

Aaron lit a cigarette and took a deep, soulful drag.

Ning Chen looked at Aaron again: "Why are you telling me so much?"

"Haha... I won, I won!"

"Fortunately, I don't need to look for patterns."

Ning Chen looked toward Aaron.

The lottery tickets sold here are not simple numbers, but hundreds of digits long!

"This is the place, a gambling shop opened by Galaxy Bank... using a Chaos Algorithm to generate numbers!"

At least, he wouldn't have to go begging again.

"Although our civilization is still in a low-level form in the interstellar space, it can already fully satisfy the needs of all the clansmen on the entire planet... This person looks like an indigenous person... This skin color is completely inferior to ours, and it's a burden... Our skin can directly perform photosynthesis, but they can't!"

The expert group was in an uproar.

Is Galaxy Coin important?

Of course it is important!

"Fine..."

A huge head, similar to a dragon's, stretched out and nodded at Aaron: "Won the grand prize, received a prize of—one million Lang!"

Ning Chen heard the conversation between the father and daughter perfectly through the translator and wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Looking at the pitch-black screen, the group of experts was dumbfounded.

Hum!

Blue Star, in the virtual conference room.

Nowadays, the entire Blue Star can only rely on him to connect to the Virtual Universe; what he sees and hears is what the people of Blue Star see and hear on the broadcast.

When one's stance is skewed, it's no surprise to spout theories that go against common sense.

"I said it before, the target's emotions are very unstable; he cannot be used like a tool!"

But more importantly, it is Ning Chen's psychology, his subjective initiative!

The actions of these people are no different from killing the goose that lays the golden eggs, which gave this special envoy much to think about.

In an instant, he made a decision and lowered his expectations: "I hope I can win a prize!"

"Sigh, alright..."

Although the experts possess professional knowledge, they possess even more bias.

"Daddy, he is so pitiful..."

Aaron shook his head with an expression of 'young people don't understand' and placed a bet.

What's more critical is... the savior who bears the life and death of all humanity is actually that Breaker who has a crush on her?

This really makes one not know where to start complaining...

Bang!

A cluster of colorful light, larger than the previous one, enveloped Aaron.

After a group of experts made the final decision, they let Ning Chen go beg.

A psychology expert roared.

No, he hurriedly shook his head, casting this terrifying thought out of his mind: "I've already come out and connected to the interstellar network, which means I'm not!"

"I was never a Blue Star person to begin with; guess what race I am?"

Ning Chen clenched his fists; this excitement was not feigned.

Aaron grinned and draped his arm around Ning Chen's neck: "Let me tell you... I have a secret number, guaranteed to win the grand prize!"

"Miss Shen Qingling..."

A smile appeared at the corner of the Alliance Envoy's mouth.

"Is it you, Forerunner?!"

Seeming to see Ning Chen's confusion, Aaron added: "You're wondering why aliens don't use engineering robots? Well... many interstellar civilizations have already developed powerful Artificial Intelligence and robots, which can manage to exploit only the robots and let their own people distribute resources according to need... but there are still some nouveau riche who just love using human labor to build luxurious planetary villas; this is called style, panache... understand?"

Without realizing it, Ning Chen felt his eyes moisten with hot tears.

The tall green-skinned alien could not withstand his daughter's gaze and said to Ning Chen: "Brother... give me your account!"

And through his virtual helmet, the expert group watching this scene in real-time grew excited: "This is the best target, Ning Chen... it's time for your performance; come on, a Lotus Chant, or some street magic! Go... the beginning of the Human Self-Rescue Plan depends on whether you can beg for this first sum of funds!"

Swish!

Ning Chen wanted to cry but had no tears in his heart.

Ning Chen rolled his eyes and followed Aaron to the interstellar betting area.

Ning Chen thought for a moment and transferred the ownership of 1 Lang over: "No matter what, you are an alien who expressed kindness to Blue Star... this deal is not a loss!"

Assets from Blue Star are simply not recognized by the Virtual Universe!

"Inside the Virtual Universe, as long as I shut off communications, the entire Blue Star has no Breaker capable of hacking into the virtual network, and instead, it becomes the only pure land... and a place to use a Golden Finger?"

Therefore, the importance of this precious foreign exchange is beyond doubt.

Just then, a person who made Ning Chen grit his teeth came before him: "Yo... you've logged in again?"

Who knows, maybe a nouveau riche will pass by and casually tip one or two Lang!

And... it's safe enough!

One must unify internally before one can go all out to handle external matters!

They don't even need the approval of the common people; they only need the approval of certain specific people.

'I'll beg your ancestors for eight generations...'

As soon as these words came out, even Ning Chen felt a chill.

"Great, we have startup capital!"

"Eh? Eh?"

And according to the expert group's assessment, the exchange rate between Galaxy Coin and Blue Star Coin might be a miserable 1 to over 1 trillion, and the key is that there's nowhere to exchange it anyway!

For example, some consortiums within the Blue Star Alliance!

Those top financial magnates are remnants from the old era and occupy vast resources; naturally, they know more news, but they don't care about the misery of ordinary humans and only think about securing more chips for the future!

As long as there is enough Lang, even immigrating or changing one's race is not impossible to achieve!

'But it doesn't matter... after this scene is seen by audiences across the globe, even the biggest consortiums will be boycotted into bankruptcy!'

"This... seems to be a very ancient Ritual... by sacrificing one's own dignity and personality... to obtain money from unknown entities passing by!"

The green-skinned father educated.

This is also a plan formulated by the Alliance's high-level think tank: first let the clowns jump out, and then round them and the people behind them up in one fell swoop.

And talents, inventions, technology, humanities, history, etc... there is no channel to cash them in for the moment, and the key is that they wouldn't sell for much money anyway.

"Do you know what race the alien who gave you money just now is?" Aaron asked an irrelevant question, then answered it himself: "That pair of father and daughter are of the Photosynthetic Orc race... aliens of this race have great strength, thick skin and flesh, and can even directly absorb starlight to perform photosynthesis... as long as there is starlight shining, they won't starve to death."

"Ning Chen, keep up the good work... go continue begging!"

And as the sole owner of the communication equipment, Ning Chen can naturally choose to cut off communication!

"The scripts taught to you must all be utilized!"

He needs to think carefully about how to proceed next.

"Ning Chen, this is a small step for you, but a giant leap for all of humanity!"

The Alliance Envoy pushed up his glasses and looked at the financial experts who had been clamoring earlier: "I won't ask who you represent, but from now on, you have been expelled from the Countermeasure Group..."

Aaron explained: "The Chaos Algorithm is the universe's number one accident algorithm, claiming that no one can find any pattern..."

Aaron pointed to the 5 Lang in Ning Chen's hand.

Clang!

'I believe you, you ghost!'

"Don't look at the Photosynthetic Orcs as if they are miserable just because they can only work as construction crews; in the Milky Way, many interstellar civilizations want to be construction crews but can't even get the job!"

Could Blue Star... also be a zoo for some interstellar tycoon?

An exhibit specifically for keeping primates?

Ning Chen looked at the little green-skinned girl with teary eyes.

She had just lost her job because of a Breaker, and as a result, humanity made contact with aliens?

He seemed to see the future of humanity, a desperate situation where even selling one's labor is impossible.

"Very powerful, right?"

The results were all failures; not even a single hair was gained!

When it came to the final bet, he thought to himself: 'That should be about enough, right?'

And the next moment, a pair of green-skinned aliens walked by.

Ning Chen took a deep breath, feeling this rare moment of freedom.

"Every extra Lang is a contribution to humanity!"

Aaron blinked.

Aaron, however, wore a joyful expression: "Just in time... I'm going to the Blood Battle Martial Arts Hall to buy a package. Once I come out, I'll be a Universal Life, haha... I'm going to roam the universe and become a—Cosmic Adventurer!!!"

"The universe... is truly too cruel."

Ning Chen shouted: "You lied to me, you aren't even a Blue Star person at all!"

Inside, a young female white-collar worker was staring blankly, lost in thought.

Aaron was heartbroken.

He even designed several begging schemes, guaranteed to be novel and varied, ensuring the alien spectators would be satisfied.

"Don't speak, I want to try!"

The currency of the Galaxy Bank is naturally precious; on Blue Star, many millionaires and tycoons with trillions in assets... are paupers in the Milky Way, not even possessing a single Lang.

Ning Chen muttered to himself, placed a bet of 1 Lang, and then failed, as expected—yes, the lottery here is bought and revealed on the spot!

"Ah... why won't you listen to me?"

The green-skinned father laughed.

A few seconds later, listening to the mechanical voice of "Your account has been credited with 5 Lang," Ning Chen felt as if something precious to him was drifting away.

"Sigh... why are you in such a rush? Listen to me, I have the inside numbers!"

It wasn't that Ning Chen hadn't objected, but the representative of the Blue Star Alliance spread their hands and told him that although the Alliance had plenty of experts in stock trading and capital operations, and there were similar financial games in the Virtual Universe... they had no principal!!!

"Congratulations to this gentleman!"

The Alliance Envoy bowed ninety degrees: "For the sake of all humanity, please be sure to soothe Mr. Ning's emotions. We will hire you as a senior government employee. You have only one task... and that is to be a good helpmate to Mr. Ning, and even become his safe harbor. You don't need to say anything to him, and absolutely do not urge him to act... you can even resist or oppose us for his sake. In short, please support him unconditionally!"

"After all... the will of the people cannot be defied!"

As for Ning Chen's emotions?

The Alliance Envoy arrived at another room.

Shen Qingling was still feeling a bit dazed.

"I just wanted to tell you that I have a good impression of Blue Star and I want to help you all... but now, you need to pay a trivial price first!"

The little girl tugged at her father's pant leg.

Ning Chen was stunned for a moment, then his face flushed red: "Are you even human? You're even scamming a beggar's money?"

The little girl asked innocently.

"But such Photosynthetic Orcs are a famous labor race in the Milky Way, surviving by selling their own labor and serving as various test subjects..."

"The annoying guy is finally gone."

And Ning Chen's reaction—was that he wished he could strangle those experts!

"Big brother, big brother, don't go..."

Watching his back as he left quickly, unable to catch up no matter how he tried, Ning Chen was on the verge of tears: "Didn't we agree to save Blue Star together?"

(End of this chapter)