Everyone at the conference table instantly turned their attention to him.
"As far as we're concerned, those abandoned instruments and equipment aren't important in themselves."
Xue Brother spoke unhurriedly. At the same time, a conspicuous notification suddenly popped up on Wang Zhong's system panel:
[Schrodinger's Loyalist, Chapter Master of the Crimson Spirit Chapter, has initiated a transfer of 1,800,000 Imperial Coins to your Chapter Crimson Dawn's funds account.]
Wang Zhong's eyes flew wide open as he stared at the number, unable to react for a moment.
One million eight hundred thousand?!
"Old Xue, you... where the hell did you get so many Imperial Coins?!" Wang Zhong's voice was full of disbelief.
Only then did Xue Brother laugh. Oil-Guy, Tax Brother, and White Scar beside him also smiled.
"Because we reclaimed that empty outpost base," Xue Brother said, enunciating every word, "in its entirety."
He explained, "On the surface, that outpost only had rusted metal frames and crumbling ruins left. It looked worthless."
"But its main structure was made from an alloy unique to Aurelian, mixed with a large amount of Promethium."
"Eighty years of weathering had left its surface badly corroded, and more than half its energy had leaked away. But the upside was... its sheer quantity."
"As soon as I noticed that, I notified the brothers still in the Chapter and had everyone exchange for the cheapest large-scale cutting and dismantling tools in the store."
"We didn't look for any hidden treasures. We directly cut that fairly large outpost apart, from its foundations to its roof, chunk by chunk, like taking apart building blocks, and then..." Xue Brother made a gesture. "Sold all of it to the system store."
"One million eight hundred thousand was the system's recycling price."
After hearing this, Wang Zhong was overwhelmed with