When it comes to dealing with Lin Wang, the more preparation the better.
Through this conversation, Ren Zhong collected a lot of information again.
He placed his hands behind his head, gazing at the slowly rising silver twin moons, and subconsciously sighed, "Pursuing personal power isn’t an easy task. Truly, one can’t underestimate the heroes of the world."
"You’re too kind. Actually, I’m only impressive in my own little space. My mentor is a Level Six warrior, and he could take on five of me with one hand."
"You say that there are so many capable people on Source Star, but what about beyond Source Star? Who exactly is conducting interstellar trade with the Alson Group?"
Ma Xiaoling shrugged, "Who knows."
"What is traded in interstellar trade? What is the currency unit?"
Ma Xiaoling thought for a long time, "Hmm, I don’t know either. Although, every now and then, one or several Year-class large spaceships come and go, I, as a Third Level Citizen, really have no right to know what goods are inside. My dad probably doesn’t know either."
"So what do you know?"
"Anyway, those who trade with us must be a very advanced civilization. Many of Source Star’s cutting-edge technology products are built on the components obtained through trade. A lot of our technical standards are also derived from the specifications provided by them."
Ren Zhong suddenly understood.
A third-world country’s factory? That’s the feeling.
Ma Xiaoling: "Oh, wait! I remember something."
"I vaguely remember someone saying that the currency for interstellar trade is also Contribution Points, the same Contribution Points we use."
Ren Zhong suddenly sat up straight.
In the 21st century, when the United States traded with weaker countries, it was almost impossible for trade partners to use their own currency, treating the dominance of the dollar as more important than oil.
Considering the technology gap and the overall disparity in strength between the advanced civilizations and Source Star, which is probably greater than that between the United States and Cambodia, why would they use Source Star’s Contribution Points for bilateral trade?
By controlling the currency, they could benefit from the exchange rate and occasionally inflate the trade currency pool, wouldn’t that be advantageous for them?
This is very illogical.
After pondering for a long time, Ren Zhong couldn’t get an answer.
He could only look up at the starry sky with a mind full of questions.
The more he learned about this world, the more doubts he had, rather than fewer.
"If there’s a chance, I’d really like to visit the planets of advanced civilizations. It must be a very prosperous, highly developed, and happy place, different from Source Star."
Interstellar fleet, giant cannons and warships, traversing the stars, stellar ships, black hole engines, cosmic wonders...
As a scientist, who wouldn’t yearn for such a world?
Even if it’s just a fantasy, at this moment, Ren Zhong felt a surge of passion within him, along with a complex emotion to ask "why."
Ma Xiaoling: "What, a happy planet?"
Ren Zhong shivered all over.
Completely taken aback.
After crossing countless light years and sleeping through countless epochs, he still ended up hearing this catchy meme-like tune?
"By the way, Mr. Ma, I have one more request."
"Please go ahead, Mr. Ren."
"Let’s meet in the hibernation space tonight. I want to continue extra training in Virtual Reality, and you must connect with me online and guide me."
Ma Xiaoling shook her head like a rattle, "No way, no way. I have to lead the guild in a national war tonight."
Ren Zhong: "I’ll give you a two-hour stock trading class! To be efficient in your work, you must first sharpen your tool. Learn how to make money first. In the future, you can invest more gold, and you won’t just be a small guild chairman. You could become the strongest chairman on Source Star!"
"That makes sense. Alright, it’s settled then. Overtime, overtime!"
Ren Zhong thought for a moment, "Tomorrow at noon, I have to go to the new mining site with Lin Wang and others. We’re on a tight schedule, so tomorrow morning, I’ll be counting on you."
"I’m still a Guard Captain! Don’t push it too far!"
"Mr. Ma? The strongest chairman?"
"Alright... I guess."
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