Buy, Buy, Buy

"Isn't he looking to buy a house? Let him come and look at some."

Kang De got straight to the point.

The man in the suit paused for a moment, then his chest tightened with anger. "You made those threats yesterday, and now you're still thinking about it..."

Kang De immediately retorted, "None of your business. Go and deliver a message to your master."

The lackey was enraged by this repeated provocation—damn it, we're all just bootlickers, why are you acting so arrogant in front of me?

He roared, "Shut up! You think you can make money after offending Young Master Xie? You're as good as dead!"

Kang De said coldly, "Are you sure you can refuse on his behalf without even asking your master? Aren't you afraid of getting beaten to death?"

The man in the suit was about to speak when he remembered Young Master Xie's strange behavior yesterday. When he heard the words "You're all going to die," his expression changed drastically, and he even broke his phone. He also wanted to buy a haunted house that he could have bought for two million with four million... All these signs pointed to something abnormal.

Although Young Master Xie didn't say it directly to him, he still vaguely sensed Young Master Xie's determination to get the house... The lackey immediately became suspicious and uncertain.

Kang De sneered, "Have you figured it out yet? No wonder you can only become a lackey. You're in the prime of your life, born of parents, and you go to be someone's dog? You must be out of your mind. There are plenty of people kneeling and working for capitalists, that's not unusual. But kneeling and being a dog for capitalists is rare."

The anger on the other end, which had subsided slightly, flared up again. "Shut up! You fucking..."

Kang De yawned. "If you utter even half a swear word, I won't sell this house. You'll have to bear the consequences."

A seller's market is truly terrifying. A house bought for two million can be bought for four million, and it still depends on the seller's mood—the housing market is insanely bad, and the government must continue to regulate it.

The man in the suit fell silent.

For a lackey, the most terrifying thing in the world is to be disliked by his master... If he didn't care about such things, he wouldn't have become a lackey in the first place.

He paused for a moment, then said in a cold, hard tone, "I'll give you an answer after I've asked Young Master Xie..."

Kang De rolled his eyes. "Making Xie Guangjun call me! That's fucking ridiculous. He wants to buy a house, why would he need you to contact me? Doesn't he have hands and feet? Is his mouth only for pooping? Doesn't he have a cell phone? Is he mentally challenged? Or is he afraid the powerful ionizing Fallout from the cell phone will kill his few remaining sperm [beep--] and that's why he needs to borrow sperm?"

Then he heard increasingly heavy breathing on the other end of the phone. The lackey's inner rage was burning fiercely, and the other person roared, "Show me some respect!"

Kang De remained silent upon hearing this.

Then he spoke, but his voice was much softer and more sincere.

"Dude, buddy, you're a real gem."

He sighed and said, "I was scolding Xie Guangjun, not you. Why are you so upset, as if your father has died? Do you really consider Xie Guangjun your father? You're so devoted to your master's worries and joys. Don't you think there's something wrong with your character?"

There was a deathly silence on the other end of the phone.

One can even easily imagine the stiff expression on the sycophantic man's face after he comes to his senses.

After a while, the other party said in a very fast voice, "Young Master Xie stayed up all night at the nightclub last night, partying until four or five in the morning. He just fell asleep now. I don't dare to disturb him. After he wakes up, I will repeat what you said to him in full. That's all."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Kang De shouted, "You said it yourself! Remember to repeat exactly what I said to him!"

"--Neuropathy!"

The call was disconnected.

They completely adopted an attitude of avoiding it altogether.

Kang De tossed the phone aside, rubbed his face, and a satisfied smile spread across his face.

"Damn it, it feels good to swear for a moment, it feels good to keep swearing, it's so fucking fun to insult people."

He's insulted people in this other world before, but they were all natives who didn't understand the jokes or have a high level of education. Besides, his reputation and status have been rising rapidly lately, so if he insults others again, it will only frighten them rather than anger them—that would be pointless. The point of being foul-mouthed is to see the other person fly into a rage!

It's definitely more satisfying to hurl insults at others on this side of Earth.

We should continue to increase our efforts in this kind of exercise that is beneficial to both body and mind.

Kang De laughed for a while, then his smile became playful.

As a refined and easy-going Civilization, he would not speak ill of others without reason.

These are all strategies.

The other party has been verbally abused by this "nobody" for so long, yet they don't dare hang up, don't dare to retaliate, and don't even dare to curse back. What does this say?

This shows that Xie Guangjun was determined to get this house.

They even figured out who the lackeys around them were.

Kang De gave a cold laugh and tossed his phone aside.

Now we just have to wait for this Young Master Xie's call. We need to see what kind of person he is, try to bluff him, and then decide how to deal with him...

He paused for a moment, realizing what he was thinking.

Etc.

What did that lackey say again...? He partied at the nightclub until dawn last night and is only now going to sleep?

--Fuck your mother!

What were you having fun about? How did you get so excited? How are you sleeping now?

Damn it, Xie Guangjun, you're going to die!

After grumbling and cursing for a while, Kang De realized that he hadn't had time to enjoy the decadent lifestyle of extravagance and debauchery. With the idea that "if a monk can do it, so can I," he immediately felt the urge to go out and have fun.

However, almost immediately, he discovered a sad truth.

No.

There are two.

First, even a good kid like him with no experience knows that such a decadent and corrupt place wouldn't be open at seven or eight in the morning... maybe at night.

Secondly, as the Firebringer, Goethe's Prince Consort, Guardian of Valentan, Strategic Deterrent Weapon, Famous Orator, Elven Butcher, and Destroyer of the Six Twilight Royal Army Dragon Banner Legions, he, Kant, was penniless.

Damn it!

"Damn it, let's go exchange some gold first."

He borrowed some gold from the bank in the White Mist World, melted it down, removed all the markings and codes, and cast it into small goldfish. He then went to a gold shop to sell them, selling only a little at a time, which was no problem.

I checked my pocket; the gold bars were right there. Just as I was about to leave, my phone buzzed.

When I took it out, I saw it was a WeChat sent by Old Wang.

"I forgot to tell you, did you see the record? The gold you left behind last time, I can only try to sell it slowly, after all, I can't let my dad know, otherwise it will be very troublesome to explain. Fortunately, after buying the house last time, my dad gave me another million after he heard about it. I'll transfer 500,000 to you first, just let me know if you need more money."

Kang De paused for a moment, then opened his inbox. Sure enough, hidden among a pile of junk messages was a bank remittance notification, sent in several installments over several days, totaling 500,000.

"..."

"..."

Kang De paused for a moment, then muttered to himself, "Hmm, of course this isn't being a kept man; I gave him gold... How can money earned through one's own abilities be called being a kept man?"

As he said this, he wrote a reply.

"Yes, I saw it. Thank you so much for this month's allowance, dear sponsor! I love you the most!"

There are also extremely disgusting, affected, coquettish facial expressions.

Xiaoman recovered very quickly. "Damn, 500,000 in pocket money a month? Is your [beep--] diamond-encrusted gold with an enchantment?"

Kang De smiled but didn't say anything.

It's really not expensive. The American Empire spends $50 billion a year just on the maintenance of its nuclear weapons. On average, each nuclear warhead costs several million or even tens of millions of dollars to maintain. And the destructive power and threat of the Master Kang are actually much more deadly than nuclear bombs, since there is no way to defend against it. Such a powerful strategic weapon only costs $500,000 a month. If word got out, the five permanent members of the UN Security Council would be moved to tears.

In any case, the money problem is now solved.

But then Kang De discovered another problem.

What to do with money?

Five hundred thousand isn't a lot, but it's certainly not a small amount either; the key is to compare.

If you were to buy a house in a prime location in Beijing or Shanghai, it would be like a toilet—the kind where you could barely sit down to poop and stand up to shower. But in a fifth or sixth-tier city, it would be a two- or even three-bedroom apartment.

If you were to buy a car, you could get a pretty good one, but that would be a pretty good one for the average person. For truly wealthy people, it would only be worth a single wheel.

Kang De certainly wanted to buy a house; it was one of his foundations, the basis for becoming stronger, and a way to unlock his potential. However, as his activities in the other world and the roles he played changed, buying a house also required strategic and practical considerations. He now basically no longer needed to buy a house in a bustling city center, and even if he bought a house in a remote county town where the prices were ridiculously cheap, it would be essentially meaningless...

What's meaningful about it?

Next to military bases, nuclear power plants, factories, or even directly buying land, factories, ports, and warehouses—but clearly, to buy these places, you either don't have enough money or you don't meet the requirements.

As for buying a car... although I'm thinking of buying one now, the prototype for Iron Son is Humvee, which I estimate costs over a million, and I can't afford it with my current amount of money.

What should I buy?

Kang De thought of an improved version of his earlier attack on mass, replacing the car with something like a tungsten rod, and then he looked up the price of tungsten.

Grass.

One kilogram is approximately 230, 240, 250 or 260 yuan.

Five hundred thousand dollars can only buy two tons—barely enough to make one tungsten rod. To use tungsten rod bombs to launch a devastating Mass Projection of the scale of the Battle of Valentan, replacing things like cars and asphalt blocks, you'd need at least several hundred hundred thousand dollars. Are you kidding me...?

Everyone says war is a waste of money, that's utter nonsense, complete rubbish.

Kang De murmured, "How could money be burned so quickly..."

After thinking it over, Kang De had to admit that the 500,000 yuan Xiaoman gave him was basically not enough to do anything serious, but it was more than enough for eating, drinking and having fun.

"It's not even nine o'clock yet, where the hell am I supposed to go for food, drinks, and entertainment...?"

Kang De lay back on the sofa, rubbing and rolling around.

Then ask yourself honestly, "What do I need most right now?"

The Battle of Valentan can almost be seen as a major turning point in his otherworldly journey. From then on, he was no longer a lone traveler on the world's journey, but a strategic deterrent force capable of influencing the world's situation. Goth would protect his personal safety at all costs, and A Xing was also a super bodyguard. Although his own combat power did not undergo a leap in qualitative change, the new skills given by Akatum were extremely suitable for running away and surviving.

So what does he need?

"Army."

Kang De muttered to himself, "But an army needs weapons, and even more so, it needs logistics."

Even if we could acquire airplanes, tanks, and artillery, what use would they be? Would we know how to operate them? Would we know how to maintain them? Would we know how to repair them if they broke down? Would we be able to replenish our ammunition when it ran out?

At this stage, the only weapons that can be used are probably light and heavy firepower at the company level and below.

"This means we have to go abroad..."

Kang De sighed.

"Alright, alright, don't think about it too much. Let's focus on handling Xie Guangjun's matter properly first."

He was too lazy to go out, so he took out his phone and opened the all-powerful Taobao.

Let's buy some odds and ends.

I promised to buy the shoulder-mounted camera for Kan Fantian...

Let's add another workstation for video editing and processing...

Hong San is currently organizing the hand-copying and printing of "The Valentan Speech" and is also compiling "The Chronicle of the Battle of Valentan". He has adopted Kang De's suggestions, added interviews with participants from all walks of life, and included various photos to make the documentary more factual. He is determined to thoroughly expose the evil spirits.

A printing press is needed.

And a projector...

Another 1800KW silent self-starting diesel generator set... Silva, that costs two million, too expensive, I can't afford it.

Furthermore, the generator is a bit sensitive; to get it to another world, we'd need to study its self-destruct mechanism.

Oh... right! And this too!

50W laser engraving machine, ultraviolet laser with water-cooled light source, applicable to metal hardware, wood, plastic, leather, fabric, glass products, nano-precision engraving, top-of-the-line version costs 30,000 yuan per unit.

The hope for mass enchanting, the brilliance of technology, the power of industry.

The enchanted arrows and spears that shone brightly in the defense of Valentan were handcrafted by Kang De. Although they were effective, their production was low, and they were tiring and troublesome. Later, Iron Son arrived, but that wasn't a long-term solution. We needed to find a way to free up the Autobots' productivity.

--After all, there's only one person to work with, so of course they should be assigned to more advanced and sophisticated tasks.

So, for the entire morning, Kang De lay on the sofa browsing Taobao, placing orders with the fervor of a tiger, buying more and more, bigger and bigger things.

I bought hundreds of axes from more than a dozen shops—wooden handles, stainless steel, self-defense axes, cool-looking axes, mountain-clearing axes, sappers' axes—I wanted them all.

I also bought some chainsaws; the green-skinned guys will probably like them.

Considering that these things are either big or numerous, and quite conspicuous, I filled in my hometown as the delivery address, so I can just go back and collect them.

I kept going like this until noon. Anyway, by the time I finished buying everything, it had completely turned into a Taobao adventure, and the product recommendations on the homepage had become both hardcore and masculine, full of the vibe of the industrial age.

I ordered takeout, two family buckets, here we go.

Around one o'clock, my phone started vibrating.

An unfamiliar number.

Kang De answered the phone.

The voice on the phone was somber and cold. "Kang De, you've got guts, haven't you?"

Kang De, feeling a bit dizzy from scrolling through Taobao, suddenly perked up. "Nonsense, you wouldn't be where you are if you weren't so tough!"

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PS1: Some friends have been discussing the characters' intelligence in yesterday's chapter, so let me explain briefly. Writing a book really does require a bit of life experience.

PS2: For example, since I hadn't been in contact with society much before, I often fell into a misconception that so-called successful people with money and status were all wise, rational, cautious, and decisive. In reality, that's not the case. Some people are indeed outstanding, but others can be described as stupid, foolish, and incompetent. I could do the same. The reason they succeed is simply because they were in the right place at the right time. Even if they were pigs, they would still fly.

PS3: Some friends also said that the idiotic behavior of the lackey yesterday was very strange. It would never appear in my books before because little people have survival wisdom and are more cautious... This is not right either, because it is obvious that little people often have no sense of proportion when facing "little people" who are the same as them or weaker than them. That's why there is the old saying, "It's easier to see the King of Hell than to deal with his underlings."