Chapter 132

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Just from the name, one knows the special nature of the "Space" "Storage Ring".

Of course, even if one didn't know, looking at the string of zeros behind it, one could understand it was far from an ordinary object.

560,000,000 (560 million) Gold Coins was the largest number Chen Yi had ever seen on the Crystal Screen, and the number itself was extremely high.

A minor Noble only has an income of 20 Gold Coins per year; if compared to China's labor level, 560 million means at least 56 trillion.

Even if Saint Qiao's labor costs are comparable to Africa's, 560 million Gold Coins should still be worth around 56 billion US Dollars, or 400 billion RMB.

Such a massive figure, for an individual, is already massive to an unimaginable degree — it is truly money that cannot be spent no matter how one tries — even if deposited in a bank, the roughly 4% annual fixed deposit interest would amount to 16 billion RMB in interest per year — of course, the perverted interest tax would have to be deducted.

But in fact, even the most brain-dead professional investor could make 400 billion maintain over 5% annual growth, let alone private lending and other forms of asset returns exceeding 10%.

Compared to the "Space Storage Ring", the other six items could only be considered somewhat interesting.

"Curse Ink" is a familiar commodity; the quantity behind it has become 17. It seems the Curse Mages joining up are still concentrated on the Eastern Front for the most part.

"Skill Copy Scroll" increased by 2 again; the originally terrifying 500,000 Gold Coins didn't feel like anything at all now, only they all displayed as unavailable for purchase.

"Hardener" and "Attribute Tendency Potion" had rather vague Explanations.

"Level 1 Fireball Scroll" is the first offensive Scroll to appear. One can imagine that with the Saint Qiao Kingdom's level of development, such Scrolls certainly exist, yet only spoils of war can be purchased — this proves the tendency of this Magical Subway to some extent.

Finally, a "Level 1 Magic Wand" is the first purchasable Magic item Chen Yi has seen — not counting the "Space Storage Ring".

After much hesitation, Chen Yi placed his hand on the "Space Storage Ring".

Heaven knows how many spoils of war can be chosen; best to prioritize the first item.

As for not enough money...

The Crystal Screen indeed popped up a solution — "Loan 524 million Gold Coins, daily interest five ten-thousandths."

Chen Yi immediately snapped: "You think you're a Credit Card? Credit Cards still have an interest-free period."

The Crystal Screen remained unmoved, flashing the same sentence again:

Daily interest five ten-thousandths!

Daily interest five ten-thousandths!

Banks need exactly this kind of lending Manager who remains unmoved even with a club raised over their head — head can be cut off, blood can flow, little brother can run away from home, but interest absolutely cannot go unpaid.

Five ten-thousandths of 520 million is 260,000 Gold Coins, equivalent to the total price of all the paper Chen Yi carried on his first trip.

Even if each time he picks up goods from Boss He for research, his current round trips to the Saint Qiao Kingdom, if he brings three full suitcases, yield roughly 2 million to 5 million in profit. But paying back 500 million Gold Coins...

Still sounds a bit far off.

Who dares say there won't be even more expensive things later.

Chen Yi hesitated a moment, then asked: "Timothy, how much can the Space Storage Ring hold?"

Timothy's smile had no small relation to this ring; he smiled and said: "Master, this Storage Ring is the best kind there is, forged with a Level 12 Spatial Spell, it can hold 2 cubic meters of items, several times the size of a Level 11 Spell Storage Belt."

2 square meters is said to be quite large.

The largest 28-inch rolling suitcase on the market has a volume of only 0.1 cubic meters; some that can expand to increase volume, tripling is considered a superpower.

The super-large rolling suitcase Chen Yi usually carries has only about 0.25 storage space.

2 square meters equals 8 large rolling suitcases.

Calculating this way, if each trip yields 10 million Gold Coins income, paying back 520 million Gold Coins would only need... 52 times — not counting interest expenses.

Chen Yi's vision went black; that's 2 months' time, and he'd have to make the trip every day.

But in reality, he roughly only makes the trip once every three days...

Forget it!

He decisively closed his eyes, tapped his hand, and clicked confirm in the prompt that popped up on the Crystal Screen.

I'm not someone who's never owed money!

I'm not someone who's never earned money!

Timothy watched the numbers changing before him with wild joy, almost losing his composure as he ordered the Mages to fetch the ring.

Not only would giving the item to the Master be more valuable, but this move could also tie the Master down a bit.

Compared to that, the 560 million Gold Coins set by the Crystal Screen, he didn't even look at.

Saint Qiao is in a wartime period; if someone truly could produce 560 million Gold Coins, that would of course be no problem, absolutely a good thing — equivalent grain, Minerals, and other supplies would naturally be even better. Large quantities of Magic war supplies would work too.

But in reality, besides the Master, no one can get their hands on that many ordinary supplies.

The final result would still be using the Space Ring to exchange for some Scarce Items, or land, Mines, ports, and other real estate — but in war, Scarce Items and real estate can't be eaten as food, can't be used as weapons.

Saint Qiao's thousands of years of Accumulation means the Treasury is full of Scarce Items gathering dust, but they're just scarce like that.

However, contributing the ring to the Master is completely different.

War supplies worth 560 million Gold Coins?

Timothy swallowed a shout in his throat: The war is about to end!

In the past 20 years, Saint Qiao hasn't even spent 100 million Gold Coins.

One can imagine, if one-tenth of that money were used for large-scale Acquisition, at least the merchants on the Western Front wouldn't mind who they sell supplies to.

500 million Gold Coins could let Saint Qiao leap back to pre-war levels in one bound.

Chen Yi was simultaneously sighing in admiration.

Saint Qiao's Gold Coins weigh about 6 grams each. 1 million is 6 tons; 520 million is 3,012 tons — 5 times China's 2003 Gold Reserves, equivalent to the reserves of Germany, ranked second in world Gold Reserves... the Crystal Screen really dares to quote a price.

Fortunately it doesn't require him to pay in Gold, otherwise he'd have no choice but to rob the Government.

Even if I have to rob the government, I must get the money out!

Three to five seconds later, Timothy flipped open the red box, knelt on one knee, and presented it to Chen Yi; the round, ancient-looking ring flashed with a captivating luster inside the box.

That tree-bark-like old face of His Excellency the Grand Mage truly made one lose the interest to take the ring.

But Chen Yi still took it.

No matter how tree-bark the face, he had to accept it.

Have you not seen female stars, always with tears streaming down their faces!

The ring was as wide as a big toe, two fine lines running from top to bottom, winding around the ring face; on the lines were more lines, like a miniature mural.

Chen Yi immediately put it on his hand.

Grand Mage Timothy revealed a delighted smile and said: "Master, please drip blood, then silently recite a word; from now on, whenever you speak this word, the ring will open."

Chen Yi fiercely bit his finger with his teeth, and after dripping blood thought: Scum, it even has to be an obscure word.

The ring space opened instantly, as if at waist height, a floating pavilion had been placed.

Stunned for two seconds, Student Chen understood; originally, "think" and "silently recite" meant the same thing.

"Scum!"

The ring's space disappeared.

"Sigh." Chen Yi sighed, glanced at the crystal screen, owed another 8000 gold coins, bought a Level 1 Magic Wand, and simultaneously asked: "How do you use this thing?"

Timothy looked at Chen Yi carefully and said: "A magic wand can increase the degree of focus; Level 1 gives about a 10% boost."

Focus is different from Intelligence, but is a talent originating from the brain.

In school, parents and teachers often say, if you listen attentively in class every day, exams will definitely be no problem — but in fact, except for a few exceptionally gifted people, rarely can anyone maintain focus for over 10 minutes, let alone keep attention for 40 minutes. Precisely because of this, a good teacher should divide a lesson's knowledge points into four parts, even eight parts, interspersing some meaningless but interest-arousing things, so that children who can only maintain attention for 10 minutes, even 5 minutes, can also understand.

But for Mages, releasing a spell once while maintaining focus for 30 minutes or even an hour is a common occurrence; for many people, a magic wand will inevitably become a necessity.

It's just that the proportion a Level 1 Magic Wand increases is truly not much.

But Chen Yi still received it into his hand. A palm-short little stick, like a fountain pen missing its nib. He turned it over and looked for a while, then said: "Just right, to dip in Curse Ink."

"Master is wise!"

The Mages all bowed in salute.

Even with Chen Yi's thick face, he could only cough twice: "Lord Grendel, let us begin."

The Mages retreated one after another, leaving enough space for the two to practice combat techniques.

A Holy Knight stepped forward and even said: "Master, your mount combat technique has been set up; please bring the Phantom Dragon next time to learn."

"Mm... understood." Chen Yi got a headache again; where to place Liu Xinyu.

When leaving the Subway Station, it was already morning.

The crystal screen's interest increased by 500,000 gold coins, not a single coin deducted.

They calculated time based on Chen Yi's survival time.

Chen Yi could only comfort himself: Still better than a bank; you die and still have to repay the debt.

The Raptor 150's huge body lay peacefully in the Parking Lot, surrounding windows shut tight.

Liu Xinyu lay asleep on the spacious back seat; the little lizard saw Chen Yi and specially "hushed": "Beauty is sleeping, don't disturb her."

Student Chen poked his head to look; the first thing he saw was the tender flesh spilling from the small V-neck at her chest.

"Viewed horizontally it becomes ridges, viewed from the side it becomes peaks! Ancient poets were all lechers, right."

He spoke with his mouth, yet opened the car door, preparing to crawl in and admire closely.

The morning cold wind rushed into the car; the little lewd dragon sneezed first, then Liu Xinyu also sat up blankly.

"Morning."

"Morning." Liu Xinyu spoke drowsily, habitually pulling down the thin T-shirt on her upper body, as if preparing to bathe.

Chen Yi really wished what he had on his hand was a space freeze-frame camera, not a Space Storage Ring.