At six in the morning, the Thunderbolt Car drove into the town gates right on time.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Hanyu finally stopped reading.
Her heart could no longer stay calm.
She held the Chip Storage Box in her arms, her fingers trembling with excitement.
Inside were three perfect Third Level Crystal Chips, six perfect or incomplete Second Level Crystal Chips, and a large number of First Level Crystal Chips.
The chips and corpses of other First and Second Level Ruined Beasts had nothing to do with her; what concerned her were the Third Level chips and corpses.
Since there was a relatively rare and valuable Bloodthirsty Giant Mosquito among them, she could earn 38 points from it, by taking 10% of 380 points.
In just one hour, she earned what an entire team would struggle to make in a whole day of hard work.
Is this what it feels like to be carried by powerful allies?
Despite having the skills of a Fourth Level Demolition Master, Hanyu, who had hidden her identity to avoid enemies, never experienced the overwhelming impact of absolute power due to never having cooperated with High Rank teams before.
She felt the presence of economic disparity.
Also a Professional, what Mr. Ren harvested in one night was enough to match what the five others in the team achieved with two weeks of hard work.
His growth rate was truly terrifying.
Is this the world of powerful figures that the town’s desolate inhabitants could only long for?
How lucky we were to have found him back then?
Upon reaching the parking lot, Ren Zhong pushed out a motorcycle, "You ride back to the small courtyard. I’ll transfer your share in advance right away. Remember, if others ask, just say what I taught you earlier. For now, this has to remain a secret between us, not to be told to others yet."
"Okay. Thank you, Mr. Ren."
"Ha, no need to thank me. You deserve it. If it weren’t for you, I would’ve had to destroy at least two chips today, losing eighty to ninety points wouldn’t be surprising."
"Though you say that, accepting it with peace of mind would mean I’m ungrateful."
Ren Zhong gently patted Hanyu’s shoulder, "I invited you to join me, just like you invited me before. I’m very sincere, so I don’t feel like I’m giving charity. Your abilities deserve the share. We complement each other. Go on, don’t waste any time."
Hanyu clumsily drove away.
She was quite slow, so she wouldn’t crash into walls.
Watching her dazed appearance, Ren Zhong felt a surge of emotion.
Could Hanyu be the worst-off Fourth Level Demolition Master on Source Star?
Fate truly squanders resources.
With an hour left until work at Starfire Resources, Ren Zhong used the time to take a nap in the car, naturally entering hibernation space, and placed orders to buy stocks online, spending a total of 1579 points.
He could have set up automatic purchase orders, but Ren Zhong didn’t want to do that.
That would be too deliberate.
He even planned to intentionally incur a loss in a purchase sometime soon.
At 6:50, the Wrist watch’s alarm function woke him up with a gentle electric shock. He washed his face with a bottled water, turned on the small microwave next to the driver’s seat, heated the milk tea inside, and headed straight for Starfire Resources.
After selling the harvest and subtracting Hanyu’s share, he netted 502 points.
The money in his pocket was back to 707.59 points.
If there were to be a rankings list for daily cash flow among the town’s desolate inhabitants, Ren Zhong boasted that, aside from professional teams, no one else could match even a fraction of his funds.
He met others at 7:15.
Due to his personal habits, the team had changed the dining location. Usually, Wen Lei would go to the cafeteria to buy breakfast, lunch, and dinner alone, then carry it to the small courtyard.
Having made a small fortune yesterday, Zheng Tian was feeling bold.
She even had Wen Lei buy a lot of natural food in addition to synthetic food, including luxuriously-priced white bread made from pure natural wheat flour.
Still with dark circles under his eyes, Ren Zhong squinted and savored the rare delicious food, subtly noticing Hanyu’s shy gaze flickering over him repeatedly at the dining table.
He knew what she was thinking, but it didn’t matter.
However, Ou Youning, with his annoying curiosity, was again nosy and asked Ren Zhong where he slept last night.
His small eyes were eager and gleefully nosy.
Ren Zhong glanced at him, "I’ve heard of a disease before."
Ou Youning: "Bro, what disease?"
"The talking disease. For every extra word a person with the talking disease says, they lose one second of life."
Ren Zhong thought this would shut Ou Youning up.
Unexpectedly, this brat immediately pointed at Bai Feng, "Then Bai Feng, this silent gourd, could live till at least forty! By the way, bro, last night did you eventually..."