Chapter 193: Only I Have Unique Law Chapter 193: Yun Village

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Chen Yi walked home unhurriedly, unaware of when he had arrived.

It was two in the morning; his parents had long since rested. He took off his dirty socks and tiptoed back to his room. Though he lived at school, nothing in his room had changed, giving him a familiar sense of security.

Lying on his back on the bed, Chen Yi carefully recalled every detail of Yun Village. His memory was quite good; after a little sorting, he had a relatively intuitive impression.

If that Light Gate was the same as the other Light Gates, how could he maximize his gains?

First, he should increase the capacity of his Space Storage Ring, because the volume allowed through the Light Gate was limited. To obtain gains, material exchange was inevitably necessary, and the size of the Space Ring actually represented the volume and quantity of material exchange.

Calculating it, he had once owed over 500 million gold coins from the Crystal Screen, and now had nearly 100 million left to pay off. But judging by the current situation, even if the Saint Qiao Kingdom could provide a larger ring, purchasing it would probably still be quite difficult.

Second, what kind of material exchange should he conduct to increase profits and reduce risks?

Chen Yi had no doubt that in the so-called Ma La there would be all sorts of strange products, but whether those things were worth exchanging was another matter.

As a millennium-old Magic Kingdom, Holy Qiao could provide a considerable quantity of materials, but an ordinary city on the West Continent was bound to make one suspicious.

Furthermore, Chen Yi had no interest in small-scale, low-priced items. Just as scholars of the Ming and Qing dynasties evaluated foreign goods, any commodity from outside a closed economy could be called a frivolous trick—because any necessity must already be produced or manufactured within that closed economy, or have a substitute. No matter how strong Earth's globalized trade was, compared to another continent in another world, it was still closed and unfamiliar. Both sides would inevitably have natural resistance and distrust toward each other. To put it bluntly, even if Transport Beast meat tasted better than beef, would anyone buy it to eat?

Furthermore, an exchange like that of the Saint Qiao Kingdom was unnecessary; it was merely repeated investment.

"So, where is the advantage of the Light Gate?" Chen Yi thought drowsily: The Light Gate could not only pass materials, but also people.

I can pass through; can West Continent people pass through? I should experiment on the Light Gates in New York or France first!

This was Chen Yi's first decision.

Next, he naturally thought: Konjac and branches could pass through the Light Gate, meaning materials passing through the Light Gate were not restricted, unlike the Crystal Screen, where they sold you whatever they wanted and your choice was pitifully small.

But whether it was Yun Village or Ma La, their resource abundance probably could not compare with the Magic Tower, which represented the national strength of Holy Qiao. If they directly conducted resource exchange, it would mean little.

"Should I first understand the West Continent, or should I invest?" Chen Yi slowly fell asleep.

The next day, he first went to the school and the Martial Arts Hall to check, and after confirming everything was normal, he headed straight for the Small Commodity City in the urban area.

Although Yun Village had many wonderful things, such as konjac from itinerant merchants, in terms of their own production, they only had Transport Beasts and various mountain goods.

In the boundlessly vast Small Commodity City, Chen Yi bought small mirrors, lighters, matches, paper, and cheap essences and perfumes—these were things he used to build rapport.

Besides that, cameras and sufficient batteries, plus two Stun Guns, were the serious goods. He also specially bought 50 pairs of sandals and 50 pairs of leather shoes, all brand-name goods from large department stores, spending nearly 200,000 yuan.

The natives' living environment was relatively primitive. Shoes and hats from the Small Commodity Market were fine for walking on the highway, but if stepped into a muddy pile, you had to pull the shoe uppers off.

"Maybe I should get a gun, or a Rocket Launcher or something..." Chen Yi thought, smiling to himself.

Night fell.

Chen Yi carried a bag of shoes on his back and went empty-handed to the Subway Station.

Inside the iron gate in the station, he casually took out a bag of fossils and paper, things he had saved long ago for occasional use. Since Holy Qiao was definitely arriving, if he didn't bring something out, Timothy and the others would be suspicious.

Information inequality between the two sides was the cause of today's huge status gap. If everything were known to the Mages inside the Magic Tower, Chen Yi had no confidence that he could guarantee his advantage. Now, separated by the Crystal Screen and Light Curtain, the transaction was actually a negotiation controlled by the Crystal Screen. Given the Mages' intelligence, their level surely surpassed that of any negotiation expert.

Chen Yi licked his lips, walked into the subway on time, and headed straight for the second car.

After a light and heavy feeling, tropical scenery once again appeared before his eyes.

In Chen Yi's impression, tropical regions meant broad leaves, broad animals, and broad meat; grass grew as dense as shrubs, shrubs grew as tall as trees, trees wanted to poke a hole in the sky, all kinds of insects, each bigger than rabbits and mice, countless perverted creatures darting through the dense forest...

This impression differed a bit from real tropical regions, but upon arriving at the Magic West Continent, the things of fantasy almost became real.

Not to mention the Transport Beast's shape surpassing that of a Brontosaurus, even the mosquito-like creatures sucking blood nailed to its buttocks were the size of swans. Chen Yi could well understand them; if they were too small, their mouthparts couldn't pierce thick skin.

A big mouth friendlily stuck out its tongue and licked across the grass in front of Chen Yi. The acidic corrosive liquid in its saliva mixed with the dark green grass, emitting a stinking white smoke.

Chen Yi covered his nose and ran away, and the Transport Beast emitted a teasing laugh.

Not far from the Pasture Area, Transport Five could be seen moving Grass Valley. He carried about a ten-meter-tall green plant, walking easily on a road like muddy sludge. Judging by the posture, there were probably four or five hundred kilograms of stuff.

"Truly beast-like strength!" Chen Yi handed over a pair of leather shoes and said with a smile: "Good morning."

Transport Five split his big mouth saying something, and gave him back a Konjac. This kind of low-grade thing was grown in patches in some plantations; whenever merchants came, they would bring some over.

"I have gifts," Chen Yi said, taking out a stack of paper and handing it to him.

He deliberately did not bring selected good paper, but brought ordinary goods from the Small Commodity City, among which the chance of containing Scroll Paper was one in a thousand, and mostly red.

Transport Five was extremely happy, immediately spouting a pile of words from his mouth, and friendlily pulled him toward the village. Yesterday, Chen Yi's treatment had merely been staying in a small house near the livestock area, surrounded by villagers, with the Village Chief introducing him.

When not using battle qi, Chen Yi found his running speed was not faster than Transport Five's. This was a truly surprising answer. He asked: "Are you the fastest runner in the village?"

Transport Five replied: "Yes, Transport Eight is the strongest."

"Fine," Chen Yi sighed in relief, and asked: "How fast is the second fastest person?"

He thought for a long time, then said: "As fast as a Transport Beast."

The natives' level of culture needed improvement; the adjectives they came up with had no reference value at all. How would student Chen know how fast a Transport Beast ran, and besides, animals' constitutions were different.

He silently calculated: from the livestock area to the center of Yun Village was about four kilometers, taking six minutes, an average speed of one and a half minutes per kilometer.

"I run a hundred meters without stopping, speed should be within nine seconds. The locals' speed should at least reach the level of a hundred meters in 9.5 seconds."

Chen Yi thought: The natives don't pursue limits; they should have excellent stamina. If he brought Transport Five back to Earth, an Olympic Champion would be born immediately!

"Honored guest? Did you bring goods?" The magical Konjac translated another person's words.

This was an elder wearing feathers and bones; Chen Yi had seen him yesterday. He was the Village Chief of this livestock village.

"I brought them." Chen Yi had told him yesterday that he was a merchant.

"Good, good." The Village Chief immediately pointed to the largest house in the center of the village and said: "There, sell."

Under the house there was tree shade, seats made of wood, and a Spring Water.

Chen Yi looked up; what shaded the area below was actually a Big Tree with a diameter of over ten meters. The hollowed-out part at its base was the Village Chief's house.

He spread Plastic Cloth on the ground while taking Slippers and Leather Shoes out of the bag.

Things like lighters were still kept in his ring; upon arriving at Yun Village, seeing those primitive landscapes and gentle transport beasts, he felt a bit worried about lighters, matches, and such. Although the probability was very low, if they happened to offend some tribal religion, that would be trouble.

Yun Wu stared with a face full of saliva at the leather shoes on the ground, yet treated the slippers with disdain.

At first Chen Yi found it strange — why would natives of a pastoral village like leather shoes — but after seeing the men and women gradually gathering, he understood: all their leather was extremely thick and coarse, having undergone hardly more than the simplest tanning; imagining the discomfort of wrapping half a cowhide around one's feet made it easy to understand their fondness for leather shoes.

At the same time, leather was also a material familiar to them, more convincing than plastic.

Chen Yi felt that if he came a few more times, people's trust would increase, and perhaps they would come to like slippers or other new materials, but for now they would rather have slightly more advanced familiar materials.

Adding together all the men, women, old, and young of Yun Village, there were only thirty-odd people; besides a few who were out herding, the rest quickly gathered around.

Yun Wu introduced the leather shoes on his feet to the crowd with gestures — now cupping his hands over his heart, now spreading his arms wide, now hopping and jumping in an exercise-and-life pose — Chen Yi thought, this must be what advertising looks like in a primitive world.

However, what Yun Wu wore were Chen Yi's Italian calfskin casual leather shoes, a pair priced dozens of times higher than the brand leather shoes on the ground. Could this be counterfeit shoddy goods in the primitive society as well?

"What do you want?" The Village Chief's phrasing was quite smooth, but once translated it came out very strange.

"Anything works." He gave his answer.

The villagers instantly grew excited.

A group of people ran home at hundred-meter sprint speed, then ran back at the speed of a sprint victory. In three to five minutes at most, a pile of things stacked up before Chen Yi.

Crude pottery and woodware, some plant powders or animal tissues, wild fruits, the most abundant being meat and animal hides — almost every household brought out several tens of kilograms, and a few brought whole small animals, some resembling foxes.

What surprised Chen Yi most were the weapons. Hunting bows at least 1.5 meters long, bent from whole timber, paired with thumb-thick bowstrings, possessed an extremely rugged beauty.

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