Jeston Wanted to Make a Fortune
Jeston was born into a wealthy family in the Federal Columbia. He has two older brothers who are both prodigies who have made significant achievements in the business and political worlds. Unlike his two brothers, who are both gifted and accomplished, Jeston only excelled in playing from a young age. Although he also wanted to achieve something, unfortunately, none of the fields he has ventured into so far have been suitable for him.
Later, he grew accustomed to his mediocrity, invested in some industries with the startup fund his family had given him, and escaped the elite community that made him feel uncomfortable.
However, as a second-generation rich kid who had lived in high society for many years, he still knew a lot of things that ordinary people didn't, such as Spiritual Possessor, and Magical Item.
It was this knowledge that allowed him to not mistake Fran, who was lying on the roadside with a broken leg and blind, for an ordinary madman, but to believe in his plan to "harvest a large number of Magical Item." This became the wisest investment of his life.
However, now, the word "most" may have to move.
Seeing Jeston's constantly changing expression, Feng Xue breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed she was safe for the time being.
Although there was a contingency plan in place for those who "couldn't survive," it wasn't activated immediately because it wasn't very effective.
Actually, if he had directly asked for something like Smart Phone or translation software, they could have started communicating much earlier. However, he didn't know how to say "phone" or "translation" in Victorian. He did know the word "Intel," but he was worried that talking only about the internet might arouse the other party's suspicion.
Although he wanted the other person to think of this, the man in front of him fiddled with his phone for a long time without realizing that a translation app could be used. Well, maybe foreigners don't encounter foreign languages as often as people in China? So he just didn't think of it for a moment?
However, dictionaries also have their advantages. After all, if the dictionary were in his hands, wouldn't the problem of not Reforge baseboard, which had been a headache before, be solved?
"Boss, I bought them! One Victorian-Yan Dictionary and one Yan-Victorian Dictionary!" After waiting for about half an hour, the man was getting a little impatient. The bodyguard he had sent out earlier finally returned, holding two huge volumes that looked like bricks. Although he didn't see any sweat on them, his slightly heavy breathing suggested that he wasn't having an easy time.
However, this gentleman clearly had no consideration for his subordinates. He eagerly grabbed the dictionaries and handed both to Feng Xue without a second thought. His thinking was simple: why should he bother if the other person could do it?
Feng Xue wasn't surprised by the other party's attitude. He took the dictionary and immediately began searching, but instead of focusing on questions about his abilities, he first chose two words—
"Paper? Pen?"
Watching Feng Xue repeatedly tapping back and forth between the two pages, Jeston waved to the person beside him. Although the doctors in white coats had already left with Fran, his secretary still quickly brought over paper and pen.
With paper and pen at hand, communication became much easier. Although Feng Xue's copied words were almost entirely grammatically incorrect, after considerable patience and time, Jeston left the prison with a beaming smile.
Stepping out of the somewhat cramped prison corridor, Jeston rubbed his hands together excitedly. Although the other person hadn't demonstrated on the spot, citing excuses like "needing conditions," "not knowing how to express it," and "needing time to find the words," Jeston's intuition told him that the other person was probably not lying.
Or rather, even if they lied, there was still that box of vanished Magical Item as a safety net.
That's Magical Item!
Even in high society, it is a very popular collectible.
Even the most useless item can fetch tens of thousands of dollars on the Black Market. If it has any special features, the price will increase tenfold.
For example, his father had a wine glass that automatically dispensed red wine. In Jeston's opinion, the wine dispensed from that glass was not even comparable to that of high-end wineries, let alone those low-quality industrially produced wines. But this thing cost the old man more than seven million dollars, which was enough to buy a decent winery!
But no one in the circle thought it was a waste. On the contrary, the old man would always take it out to show off at every gathering. Those Rich Person were used to drinking expensive wines would scramble to drink the cheap wine in their glasses, as if it were some kind of magic medicine that could prolong life.
However, these are merely toys that bring prestige; the truly valuable items are the Magical Item.
Even without any special features, the inherent toughness of these garments makes them surpass almost all soft bulletproof vests on the market. Even an ill-fitting vest can easily sell for over 100 million!
And now, he has already obtained one!
And it's a complete set!
Just as Jeston was striding confidently, pondering whether to give the White Robe to his father in exchange for a reward, or to wear it for self-defense, a figure blocked his way back to his office.
To be precise, it's a Wheelchair.
"Oh, Fran, our great hero, I thought you should be in the lab right now!"
Jeston opened his arms and gave a "sincere" smile, but Fran kept a straight face and said:
"Mr. Jeston, those demons are extremely dangerous species. Even without Magical Item, they possess all sorts of incredible abilities. Believe me, no one knows this better than I do!"
As he said this, the muscles on Fran's face began to tremble violently, and the constantly writhing scars made his expression even more ferocious.
"I know, so I have no intention of taking any risks." Jeston smiled and waved his hand. Having spent so much time with Fran, he knew how to deal with this guy whose mind was completely twisted.
"If he can truly bring us profit, he'll only be livestock we raise, not a partner, wouldn't you agree?"
"It's good that you think that way. After all, no amount of profit is more important than your own life, right?"
Hearing Fran's slightly threatening question, a hint of displeasure flashed in Jeston's eyes, but he still smiled and said:
"Of course, my friend, but are you interested in him? Of course, I don't mean dissecting him—I mean, if you could figure out how those things were made, I wouldn't care even if you dissected him."
"I'll do my best!" Fran's contorted expression softened slightly, and as the Wheelchair motor turned, he disappeared into the shadows of the corridor.