You Actually Want to Be a Merchant

The Old Angel King had suddenly realized that they had originally thought this was a backward planet, one whose way of life surely could not connect with extraterrestrial civilizations.

But he had not expected it to not only connect with extraterrestrial civilizations, but for some of its unique features to be done even better than those of extraterrestrial civilizations.

He had never imagined that such clever minds existed in this world.

"If we moved this project to Merlot Heavenly Court, wouldn't those Little Angels have the time of their lives? They could even earn more angel feathers there."

Ever since the Old Angel King had retired, he had had nothing to do and found life boring. But if he could set up a project like this in Merlot Heavenly Court, he could not only enjoy it himself, but also collect money from it. Wouldn't that kill two birds with one stone?

Little Nezha looked at him with particular contempt. "You're an Angel King, at least. Look at how little ambition you have. More importantly, you actually want to fleece your own people. No matter what, those people are still your descendants."

"And the most important thing is that you actually want to become a merchant. What kind of ancestor are you? If the Little Angels under you found out, who knows how much they'd look down on you."

The Old Angel King looked utterly unconcerned. He had long since washed his hands of Angel Clan affairs.

In everyone else's eyes, he was especially irresponsible. Since he had already done irresponsible things before, why should he be afraid of doing them again?

"It's fine. I've done this sort of thing before. After enough time, I got used to it. Besides, even the current Angel Queen can't do anything to me. I'm