Many days later, the Empire began discussing whether they should forcibly requisition it. But if they did, the repercussions would be enormous; it might even cause unrest within the Empire.
Private property was extremely well protected on this continent. Whoever broke the rules would earn the united hostility of nobles and wealthy magnates across the entire continent. Even the Three Great Empires could not bear the consequences.
Left with no other choice, the Empire went to speak with the original owner, hoping to find some clues. In the process, a clue that barely counted as a clue appeared before them.
After learning the situation, the original owner said something—a judgment of the new owner—
"I don't know who this person is, but I think he's a super sucker. It was obviously just a rotten mountain... at least back then, yet this sucker bought it for such a high price and never came looking for trouble with me. A person like that is either an idiot or a textbook Prodigal Son!"
Yes, if he had been a normal person, then knowing there was a problem, he definitely would not have bought it. Even if he did, he would have driven the price down and bought it at an extremely low price.
Yet this person had bought it at an exorbitant price. Could it be that he knew its value? But even if he knew its value, given the circumstances, he should still have acquired it cheaply!
He was absolutely a Prodigal Son, and not an ordinary one at that!!
After receiving this report, Seventh Brother frowned and said with some vexation, "Yes, even if he knew the value inside, he shouldn't have paid such a high price, unless... Wait, what did you say? Prodigal Son? Damn it, could that Prodigal Son Thirteen have bought it?"
Remembering Ye Lang's godlike extravagance, Seventh Brother immediately ran home to find the legendary Prodigal Son.
This was definitely not a lucky guess. Seventh Brother was eighty percent certain it was Ye Lang. Everything in the past pointed to this: whenever Ye Lang squandered money, there would always be a few things that made him a killing.
Take the most recent example. Three years ago, he bought a huge tract of land and houses from the poor, then built new homes for those poor people to live in. It caused quite a stir at the time. Though he claimed he was doing good deeds, many people knew that he had been bored for a long time and wanted to squander money on a grand scale. Buying land, buying houses, and building new houses—extravagant enough, right?
At the time, he had spent several hundred thousand gold coins, then said only one thing: "That felt great!"
That matter did not end there. Two months ago, the Imperial City announced a new plan to establish a new noble district. By sheer coincidence, it was right where he had bought that poor district three years ago. That land's value rose like water lifting a boat, and crowds of people rushed to buy it from him.
That was only one example. There were many more things that could neither be clearly explained nor understood, making people unable to deny that Ye Lang had been favored by the Goddess of Luck.
"Oh, found it. Let's see if it's this one." Ye Lang found a contract and casually handed it to Seventh Brother. "When did I buy this? Five or six years ago, I think. Back then, Tiger Girl was still..."
Seventh Brother was not listening to Ye Lang at all. He merely said excitedly, "That's right, this is it. Thirteen, I'll get you the highest price possible. I'm leaving first."
With that, Seventh Brother vanished like lightning and ran toward his workplace, where several anxious people were surely still waiting.
"..."
Come on, I wanted to squander money. Why did this always happen? Great, now I'm going to make another huge profit... Sigh...
Ye Lang sighed helplessly. Yet this thought of his would make people want to beat him up. Others racked their brains and exhausted every trick they had for such an opportunity, and still might not succeed. Yet he obtained them time and time again.
Of course, there were also times when he successfully squandered money, and there were quite a few of them. But overall, he was still unsuccessful, so his assets kept growing and growing, until even he himself had no idea how much he possessed.
Moreover, that was only speaking of the present. Perhaps similar things would happen again in the future, and more miraculous dead fish coming back to life incidents would appear on his list of assets.
Do not forget that this matter had also begun five or six years ago. Many things only happened years later, and he never forgot to squander money at every hour of every day. Therefore, the outcome would become unexpectedly interesting.
Perhaps this was what millionaires meant when they said: it was destined by fate!!
"Forget it, I won't bother with it. I'll mix those materials first. These are rare materials—I have to try..." Ye Lang no longer paid attention to such matters. If it was destined by fate, there was no need to care. Since it was destined by fate, caring or not caring made no difference.
And if it was not, then that was exactly what Ye Lang most wanted to see. Do not forget, he did all this to squander money.
"Little brother, it's rare for you to have a day off, and the weather is so nice. Why are you hiding at home fiddling with these things instead of going out to squander money?" Ye Lanyu made her grand entrance, walking straight into Ye Lang's little secret room and speaking to him as he continued tinkering with his materials.
"Not going. Not in the mood! I failed again today..." Ye Lang answered somewhat gloomily.
"What failed? Don't tell me you made another fortune? How much did you make this time?" Ye Lanyu thought for a moment and quickly understood. She knew Ye Lang's affairs like the back of her hand, so naturally she understood what he was upset about again.
"Don't know yet. We'll know when Seventh Brother comes back," Ye Lang replied casually.
Ye Lanyu sat to one side and stared at Ye Lang for a while, then asked in all seriousness, "Little brother, there's a question I want to ask you. You have to answer honestly."
"What question?" Ye Lang replied doubtfully.
"Are you sure you're not investing to make money?" It was simply too suspicious. How could someone squander money and make more than others did in business?
"... Of course not. Would I be that bored? Besides, I don't make money every time. Most of the time, I lose money."
"You're not bored? You go to every possible length just to squander money. What kind of Prodigal Son does that?"
"This is my lifelong ambition!"
"Ambition my ass! Who makes that their ambition?"
"Don't I?"
"..."
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