When Wang Bocai heard that the Spirit Stone Generator technology could sell for twenty thousand Spirit Stones, he was completely dumbfounded.
He was only at the Fifth Layer Qi Condensation. He could earn that much in just over a year?
In truth, tinkering with generators had purely been a personal hobby. He had learned quite a lot and broadened his horizons. He had thought asking for five hundred Spirit Stones was already an outrageous price—Feng Adept had kept urging him to name one, so he could not quote too low a figure, could he?
In fact, of those five hundred Spirit Stones, he had planned to give Master Yan three hundred and keep only two hundred for himself.
Two hundred Spirit Stones was still quite a lot. More than ten Spirit Stones a month—he got to have fun, make money, and learn new things.
"Hey, hey, what are you thinking about?" Feng Jun laughed as he looked at him. "I'll split the technology sale proceeds with you... half the Spirit Stones each. Satisfied?"
"Absolutely. More than satisfied," Wang Bocai replied without hesitation. "I'd already be taking a huge advantage even with half each. How about an eighty-twenty split instead? I take twenty, you take eighty. Without the foundation you laid, I could never have built a Spirit Stone Generator."
To be honest, while the Phone Plane was not exactly a place of material abundance, most people knew how to be grateful.
"These ten thousand Spirit Stones won't be so easy to earn," Feng Jun replied with a smile. "When they build the generators, you'll have to supervise them and teach them until they understand. I don't have time for that."
"Isn't that only proper?" Wang Bocai patted his chest. He was quite prepared for such a task, and even smiled