330,000 Cosmic Coins!
This was the savings Fan Lang had accumulated through several rounds of robbing other criminals, plus system rewards.
In the universe, this amount of money was not particularly large, but it was certainly not small either. It was enough to buy stars or a starship.
When the office worker saw the Currency Card in Fan Lang's hand, his expression changed. He truly had not expected a lowborn person to produce such a sum of money. Fan Lang was not the pauper he had imagined.
With such financial resources, paying the registration fee was more than easy. There was no need to sell everything he owned.
Many people nearby saw the Currency Card as well, and the mocking voices immediately dwindled.
Even many middleborn people could not come up with such a large sum.
The office worker came back to his senses and said sourly, "Hehe, is 300,000 Cosmic Coins really that much?" As he spoke, he took the Currency Card, transferred the money to the public Currency Card, deducted 1,500 Cosmic Coins, and returned the card to its owner.
Fan Lang accepted the Currency Card and idly turned it over in his hand. "You're right. 300,000 Cosmic Coins isn't much. This card doesn't prove that I'm rich. It only proves that I'm not poor, nothing more. Goodbye. You can keep sitting here and collecting money for others."
Fan Lang put away the Currency Card, turned around, and left triumphantly.
The office worker was choked up badly, as though an iron weight had lodged in his throat. He could neither spit it out nor swallow it down.
Bai Yun saw the strange look on the office worker's face and covered her mouth as she snickered.
Mu Zhanshan curled his lips and cursed inwardly, *He's just a lowborn. What