Upon seeing the four Golden Armor Talismans, Feng Wenhui and his wife exchanged a glance. Feng Wenhui was the one who spoke first.
His expression solemn, he asked, "This thing... I mean, these Golden Armor Talismans, how much is each one?"
"Other people couldn't buy them even if they had money," Feng Jun replied smugly. "Dad, these are the only four left on Blue Star."
Feng Wenhui frowned even more deeply. "Forget that... There are only four left? There won't be any more?"
"There can be more, of course," Feng Jun said seriously. "But like I said... only I can get them."
Feng Wenhui's expression became even more grave. "Then how much is one of these, these... Golden Armor Talismans worth?"
Feng Jun did a quick calculation. One Golden Armor Talisman was probably worth a hundred taels of gold?
A hundred taels was five kilograms. Gold was over three hundred per gram, so five kilograms would be... "Over a million."
"What?" Feng Wenhui and Zhang Junyi cried out together.
Feng Wenhui pointed at his son, practically splitting with rage. "Y-you... Over a million, and you just wasted it like that?"
"Dad!" Feng Jun spread his hands and looked at him helplessly. "What is money? You can't bring it with you when you're born, and you can't take it with you when you die. The important thing is that you can learn to use these and are willing to use them. To me, your safety matters more than anything."
Feng Wenhui fell silent. His son's filial devotion was real enough.
Zhang Junyi, as the mother, accepted the reality more quickly. After a brief daze, she scolded her husband, "Honestly, you... The child wants to look out for us. Is that wrong? It's only, it's only... it's only a little over a