Chapter 551: Dividends

"Willing, willing! Of course willing!" Adams quickly nodded, afraid that if he hesitated even a step Cheng Shuili would change her mind.

After all, the non‑aggression pact is also quite important; although they haven't allied with Black Feather, having this thing means they don't have to worry about Black Feather suddenly attacking the New Federation.

Even if they get closer to Dong Da Qu, they are still forces of Xi Da Qu.

Since Jack pulled this off, Black Feather will definitely not take it lightly; there will surely be a hard battle between Xi Da Qu and Dong Da Qu.

Today he signed a non‑aggression agreement with Black Feather here, so he won't be drawn into that fight later—still not bad.

As Adams lowered his head to sign his name, this thought ran through his mind.

He lifted his head and looked at Cheng Shuili.

If Cheng Shuili knew he thought that, she would definitely snort with a laugh.

For the New Federation, the danger from Dong Da Qu is indeed gone, but what about Xi Da Qu?

Since Mingri has already been turned, how many of his remaining deputies are still loyal?

If Jack's move fails, the next step will be to have the already‑turned deputies act against Adams.

Of course, Cheng Shuili won't be idle either.

How could it be that only Jack is allowed to make secret moves while Cheng Shuili is not allowed to expose what Jack did?

With Mingri as a cautionary tale, Jack's grand scheme may look beautiful and tempting, but before those people try to partake, they must first weigh whether they have the fate for it.

Cheng Shuili, of course, wouldn't say those words.

She simply took the already‑signed agreement from Adams, glanced at it, and signed her name.

The agreement dissolved into specks and officially took effect.

"Alright," she said, "the canteen meals should be ready soon; you can wander within Black Feather's territory and go eat when it's time."

Adams nodded, turned to leave, but stopped.

After a moment's consideration, he asked, "Um… Wuya Lao Da, what's on the canteen menu at noon?"

Cheng Shuili, who thought there was something serious, replied: "……"

"You'll find out at noon."

Cheng Shuili gave a perfunctory reply, then turned away, apparently not wanting to continue the conversation.

Adams, being sensible, led the group in a random direction; after a few steps he perked up and went off to tour in a jaunty way.

After he left, Cheng Shuili stood at the spot and gazed into the distance for a while.

The vacant ground below had originally been planted with vegetation, but after the harvest rush, it fell into neglect.

It wasn't that Zhou Zhuxing and Huo Po were unwilling to lead the servants to replant the seeds; rather, Cheng Shuili realized this wouldn't work.

Disasters refresh weekly, and the plants' growth cycle is nearly a month.

If a disaster like a flood occurs even once during that period, they can only rush to harvest.

This time the flood came when the crops were about to mature; what if the next one appears when the crops have just been sown?

Zhou Zhuxing and her team worked so hard, only to end up with a bamboo basket of water—nothing.

Cheng Shuili doesn't want to see that situation again.

But these lands won't remain empty.

The Eternal Power Core has been completed, and the blueprint for the planting farm should become reality.

The day Cheng Shuili received the plans, she already sketched them; each blueprint covers ten mu. The abandoned manor's territory spans 5,000 hectares; even after subtracting the area for faction buildings and members' activity spaces, the remaining land is still sizable.

How many blueprints are needed to cover it all?

Cheng Shuili silently calculated in her mind.

Five thousand hectares equal 75,000 mu. Ten mu per blueprint makes 7,500 blueprints.

Seven thousand five hundred blueprints require seven thousand five hundred sets of material.

She was silent for a few seconds.

Even if she emptied the assets of all Black Feather members, she still couldn't raise that amount.

"Lao Da," Xinxue, who had arrived at some point, stood behind her, "what are you looking at?"

Cheng Shuili withdrew her gaze, gave no answer, and asked, "Did Adams and the others leave?"

"No, they're wandering around the canteen," Xinxue said with a smile. "That person is really a self‑starter; just now he asked if he could peek into the kitchen. It's odd—others just want to tour our faction buildings, but they keep digging into the back kitchen as if trying to steal a formula."

Cheng Shuili laughed, then suddenly pulled out a paper and handed it to Xinxue, "Treat what's on this as a task; have the members collect it."

Xinxue took it, looked, and saw that the listed materials were those constantly posted in Black Feather's collection missions; her eyes lit up instantly: "These materials finally appeared?"

Seeing her like that, Cheng Shuili also became pleased, "Yes, didn't you just ask me what I was looking at?"

Cheng Shuili took out the blueprint and handed it to Xinxue.

Xinxue, upon receiving it, realized it was no ordinary thing; after reading the description she rejoiced, "With this, the crop yield will truly be stable from now on!"

"Exactly," Cheng Shuili nodded, folded the blueprint back, and said, "Stop standing there and go gather the materials."

Xinxue nodded, about to leave, then smacked her forehead, "Almost forgot, Lao Da, I came to find you because a little mouse arrived in our safe zone; when I asked why it came, it said only one thing: it wants to see you."

A little mouse wants to see her?

Cheng Shuili immediately realized it was someone from the Rat King.

They just issued a bounty and already sent someone to see her?

The Rat King's nerve is really thick.

Cheng Shuili chuckled lightly, lifted her chin, "Let's go meet it."

……

Cheng Shuili pushed open the door, and a little mouse was sitting in the reception room.

Not the imagined rat‑folk beastman, but a truly delicate little mouse.

Upon seeing Cheng Shuili enter, it stood, bowed twice, and said, "Greetings, Wuya Lao Da! The Rat King sent me to give this to you."

It was holding a card in its hand.

Cheng Shuili didn't take it, but asked, "What is this?"

The little mouse said matter‑of‑factly, "Your dividend, 40% of the revenue."

Oh, the revenue from the military factory.

Cheng Shuili raised her hand and took the card.

In an instant, Game Coin poured into her balance like a flood.

Cheng Shuili watched as her just‑over‑ten‑million Game Coin surged to nearly twenty million.

Forty percent of the dividend amounts to almost ten million?

At that moment, Cheng Shuili finally understood why the Rat King was willing to offer a ten‑million bounty for her.

What's ten million? It's only when you have to give ten million each time that the Rat King truly feels the pain.

Cheng Shuili took a deep breath; her expression remained calm, and not a hint of the shock in her heart showed.

The little mouse, seeing the item delivered, bowed and vanished somewhere unknown.

Only Cheng Shuili and Xinxue remained in the reception hall; Xinxue leaned in, eyes sparkling, "Lao Da, how much?"