"Poor kids from remote towns like me don't get that lucky."
Phainon scratched his head.
"Thirty percent depends on hard work, seventy percent is fate..."
"Ha, I let too much slip out."
"As an outstanding warrior, the most important thing is to have virtue and wea... virtue and talent."
"I can tell you really want to make money. I used to want to make money too." Yan Huan looked up at the mottled bark ceiling and reminisced.
"Until a rich lady gave me a whole lot of money right from the start."
"Later on, I spent a lot, but the rewards for saving the world were pretty substantial too."
"Besides, I'm now a shareholder in several major companies. My day-to-day expenses are basically covered."
"So that's how it is." Phainon suddenly understood.
"No wonder you had so many signal towers, generators, and those mechs Brother Dan Heng dismantled..."
"Oh, right, and all that food the Elder Council confiscated."
Phainon looked at him seriously.
"Brother Yan Huan, if things were as chaotic now as they were during the Golden War, you might have become an outstanding leader with those things."
"Really?" Yan Huan blinked.
"Actually, you don't need to bring your own capital into the group, do you? If your combat power's high enough, you can just take other people's resources."
"That's true..." Phainon said thoughtfully.
In fact, during Amphoreus's war-torn years, the first pot of gold earned by many leaders was far from clean.
"Say, could I make money by streaming antique appraisals?"
Phainon asked.
"I've already thought it through. Anyone who wants me to appraise their treasure has to send gifts, like one lollipop..."
"One lollipop?" Yan Huan narrowed his eyes.
"Though I haven't done much business, that definitely won't work."
"If you appraise a hundred treasures a day,