Feng Jun had truly put a great deal of thought into the Blue Star plane, hoping to find a suitable entry point in the Phone Plane—something he could bring back home and use to make money openly and legitimately.
But after thinking it over, he realized that the funds he lacked on Blue Star were not a trivial amount. He was not short on small money, but big money was not enough, so he felt that no matter what he brought back, he probably could not profit from it openly.
Bulk commodities were out of the question, while high-value-added goods... he could not provide a plausible source for them either.
Still, he made preparations—what if an opportunity came along someday?
Graphene was one of the things he favored. Processing it did not require overly complicated techniques—more precisely, the relevant techniques did not necessarily demand a powerful industrial foundation. The methods of cultivators could also be considered.
Secondly, the Phone Plane would definitely not understand what he was doing while processing these things, so he would not need to worry about exposing his origins.
Of course, the most important thing was that graphene was quite expensive. High-purity graphene could reach a thousand yuan per gram, highly conductive graphene sold for five or six hundred yuan per gram, and even the most ordinary graphene cost dozens of yuan per gram.
High-purity graphene saw little use in Xia Nation, only a few kilograms a year. In truth, it had a wide range of applications, but it was too expensive and production was limited, so people had no choice but to settle for lower-grade substitutes.
Feng Jun did not mind any of that. Even if he sold high-purity graphene as industrial-grade graphene, fifty yuan per gram was still expensive, okay?
More importantly, he had