"Of course it's true."
Andrew nodded and said, "But most planets with life already have owners. The unclaimed ones tend to be in extremely remote places, and finding them takes a lot of time."
"Owners? Finding them?"
Poison Ivy frowned. Neither option seemed suitable for her. She asked Andrew, "Mr. Wang, why are you telling me all this?"
"Poison Ivy, work for me, and I can give you a spaceship. If you make a major contribution, I can even transfer one of my small tourist planets to you."
Andrew's intentions were obvious: he wanted to recruit Poison Ivy. Her abilities were powerful, and she could also produce toxins that even Kryptonians weren't immune to.
She was a strategic asset.
Poison Ivy was astonished. "Work for you? Wait, you own a planet?"
"Not just one."
Andrew shook his head. "I own seven mining planets and five tourist planets, plus some livestock planets. I forget exactly how many."
"..."
The three women were speechless. They had known Andrew was the Richest Man in the Galaxy, but only now did they truly understand just how wealthy he was.
In truth, Andrew wasn't particularly interested in those planets. The entire universe belonged to him, after all. Those planets were payment the aliens had left when purchasing goods.
Poison Ivy said, "Mr. Wang, poaching Barbara wasn't enough? Now you want to poach me too? The God of Lies will be furious if she finds out."
Andrew scoffed. "So what if she finds out? That coward doesn't even dare talk to me."
"You make such a good point that I have nothing to say."
Poison Ivy quipped, then said, "Fine, I'll work for you from now on. But we need to keep a clear account of every job. I want a tourist planet."
One reason Poison