"You're right, but let me be clear with you. The inheritance you've received is extraordinary. Some of the technologies aren't simple, so researching them won't be easy. You understand."
"...Funding begins... from... the... novel... group... 9:8.0:2?0,5:8,5.6... I can provide some more, but you..."
"..."
The end.
"Pleasure doing business."
Both businessmen wore satisfied smiles.
Afterward, Han Fei took Zhao Xin for a massage, letting themselves relax and relieve their fatigue.
Amid the billowing steam.
Han Fei suddenly said to Zhao Xin, "Old Zhao, do you think we'll die if war breaks out?"
Zhao Xin had been lost in the masseuse's gentle hands. He froze for a moment before coming back to his senses.
He propped himself up. "Brother Fei, when people are killed, they die."
"But before I die, you absolutely won't die!"
"I mean it!"
"...Zhao Xin..."
Han Fei was somewhat moved.
"Hey, hey, hey, easy, easy."
Zhao Xin shouted and lay back down.
"...Damn it."
After enjoying a comfortable massage, Han Fei drove home.
After greeting the bodyguards outside, Han Fei entered the house and headed straight for the bathroom.
The moment he saw the bathtub, he rushed over.
"Eight, eight, 888, fortune, fortune, fortune."
But when he reached his hand toward it, he suddenly stopped.
Instead, he reached toward the washbasin beside it, which had been left filled with water.
He scooped once with his hand.
The familiar bottle appeared again.
He pulled out the wooden stopper.
Was it a letter?
And it was pink?
"Even though I call you a drifting bottle, I never actually thought you were a real drifting bottle."
After hesitating briefly, he opened the letter anyway.
"Happy Goat looked so handsome playing soccer today..."
Chapter 6: Foolish Powder
"Gray Wolf came again today. He sprayed out a whole lot of powder, and everyone became silly. In the end, Lazy Goat accidentally saved everyone..."
"So that's what it's called: Foolish Powder. Any creature that comes into contact with it becomes stupid. The village chief said he wanted to study it, so he kept some behind..."
"..."
"But Boiling Goat is really rude..."
Han Fei stared strangely at the letter, which he clearly did not recognize yet somehow understood perfectly.
Then he shifted his gaze to his palm.
Besides the letter, there was also a test tube about as thick as a finger.
Inside was a pink, powdery substance.
Han Fei smacked his lips.
He truly had never imagined that he could fish out something from the Happy Goat world.
Happy Goat—the animated series—was practically a childhood memory. But what use could this be?
It was a children's cartoon.
Would it be useful in a high-risk world like Super God?
Han Fei regarded it with contempt.
Emm.
However.
Since the Happy Goat world was real, could the things inside it possess real effects as well?
Thinking cautiously.
Han Fei furrowed his brows slightly.
He put away the letter and took out the test tube separately.
He decided to give it a try.
He took out a sheet of paper, poured a tiny amount of powder onto it, then made a call and had someone bring over a rabid dog.
Looking at the rabid dog barking nonstop inside the iron cage, Han Fei sprinkled the powder over it.
"..."
There was no change.
It was still barking madly.
Han Fei was a little disappointed. He had thought there might be some pleasant surprise.
Just as Han Fei was thinking this.
The situation changed.
The rabid dog gradually stopped barking. Its tongue lolled out, its eyes grew dull, and it crouched on the ground without moving. Its tail, however, kept wagging behind it, as if it were very happy.
"White powder?"
"But it clearly didn't inhale it?"
Han Fei fell silent for a moment.
But he soon realized the immense value contained within it.
Afterward, he immediately conducted an in-depth study.
He had just delivered it to the laboratory when, half an hour later, the researchers gave him their answer.
It was nothing more than ordinary herbal powder!
There was nothing strange inside. The researchers even listed several of the herbs it contained to prove that it was useless.
If they had to name an effect, it might help somewhat with colds.
"Mr. Han, our recent... has achieved a new breakthrough..."
"Get to the point."
"Very well. I hope you can increase the investment."
"I'll give you another fifty million."
After saying that, Han Fei hurried away.
Back in his room, Han Fei took out the powder, his eyes flickering.
At that moment.
The rabid dog in the cage became slightly more alert. When it saw Han Fei, it actually barked once.
Han Fei's brows twitched.
"Interesting."
"The tests clearly show it's nothing more than ordinary herbs, yet it can produce this effect. And it doesn't need to be inhaled—mere contact is enough to activate it. Unimaginable."
"It's like a unique set of rules that doesn't belong in this world."
"Completely illogical."
Countless guesses surfaced in Han Fei's mind.
Was the Happy Goat world actually a testing ground for a higher civilization?
Or were its world rules different?
Or was it a difference in materials that they simply couldn't detect?
Or perhaps some other possibility...
In the end, Han Fei chose to give up.
With just one bottle of powder, he truly couldn't make too many deductions. Even if he came up with something, it would merely be a mistaken guess full of personal speculation, completely worthless.
However, that didn't mean it had no value.
Quite the opposite.
Its value was enormous.
Han Fei decided to use part of it for research and carry the rest close to his body as yet another trump card.
By now, he had quite a few trump cards.
But this one was special among his collection.
Perhaps one day, if he encountered a Female Angel who wanted to spy on him with the Eye of Insight, he could secretly sprinkle some powder on her and gain a silly sweetheart.
Chapter 7: European Emperor and Recruiting Qi Lin
However, when he thought of angels.
He naturally thought of the Demons, followed by that entire string of crises.
Taotie, Sky Wolf, the Triangular Bodies, Sky Scum, and all the civilizations in the universe suppressed by the angels...
And the greatest threat of all, Carl!
"There really are enough crises. Every one of them is above an Aerospace Civilization, yet they insist on attacking a tiny ball belonging to a Pre-Nuclear Civilization. What terrible luck!"
Han Fei patted his face and tried to calm himself.
In any case, he would do everything he could for now. If things truly became impossible, he would preserve his life first, then follow the original plot. After all, he remembered that in the story he had watched before transmigrating, Earth had suffered heavy damage, but with the help of the angels and other civilizations, it had never been destroyed.
If things really developed to an irreversible point.
Then he could only run.
Han Fei glanced at the basement.
He drank another cup of coffee and rested for a while.
Only then did he return to the bathroom.
He still hadn't fished out the bottle in the bathtub.
He felt that his luck today was still quite good. He had fished out a trump card from the washbasin, and the bathtub had even better odds. Wouldn't that send him soaring?
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