The problem was, this was far too expensive.
People said that when the cannons roared, gold flowed by the tens of thousands. With a thousand missiles exploding at once, how much would that cost? Certainly hundreds of millions of Federal Coins. Once they exploded, all that money would be gone.
Not to mention the energy needed to start the ship, the nuclear bombs they might use, and the laser weapons. The moment they got started, money would flow away like water.
Even the federal police wouldn't dare spend money like that. Their department still had a budget, after all. If the cost of dealing with bandits was too high, it simply wasn't worth it, and they would give up.
"Young master, aren't you spending too much?" the black-clad, middle-aged man couldn't help asking.
Xia Ping said casually, "It's nothing. This is just an investment in making a name for myself. I'm spending this money to become famous and a big shot at school. It's barely a drop in the bucket."
"To be honest, there's not much my family lacks. We just have a lot of money."
He looked like a bona fide rich kid.
Damn, the wealthy really were wicked.
The people nearby turned green with envy. They risked their lives for tens of thousands of Federal Coins, sometimes paying a terrible price, breaking the law, and getting hunted by the federal police.
But this kid didn't even treat money like money. He spent it as easily as splashing water, tossing hundreds of millions of Federal Coins away just like that. The gap between people was simply too huge. Heaven was so unfair.
At that moment, the black-clad, middle-aged man understood. This kid was clearly the heir to some wealthy family, a spoiled rich brat who didn't lack money at