Full Firepower

Hearing the word "entrepreneurship," Shen the Butcher slammed his knife onto the cutting board and glared at Han Yang: "What are you messing around with all day?"

Han Yang rolled his eyes directly: "You wouldn't understand even if I told you, just sell your meat. Oh, and don't come looking for me during this time, I'm busy, no time."

With that, Han Yang turned and left, leaving Shen the Butcher cursing behind him in frustration.

Upon returning home, Han Yang immediately put on the Brainwave Control Device, connected the signal, and once again controlled the two robots to start working hard. He himself was busy assembling the third robot.

Time gradually passed until evening. After a day of work, Han Yang was exhausted.

It seemed the third robot wouldn't be finished today, so he decided to leave it for tomorrow. Han Yang went straight to the kitchen, stir-fried two pounds of raw meat, set aside what he would eat tonight, and carefully sealed the rest to preserve it longer.

He cooked some noodles, paired them with stir-fried vegetables and meat, and added some pig's head meat. Han Yang ate heartily, finally experiencing the feeling of meat freedom.

In the evening, he self-studied some computer technology, circuit knowledge, and mathematics, finally ending his day's work.

The night was already deep. Faint cries for help and screams could be heard from outside the small courtyard. The sound of speeding hovercars also began to drift from the night sky.

Han Yang had a feeling that the world outside was like a turbulent ocean, and this small courtyard was like a tiny isolated island in the ocean, providing him with solid ground and a safe harbor.

Looking at the two robots working tirelessly on the table, a gentle smile appeared on Han Yang's face, as if he were looking at his own children—although he didn't have children yet, and hadn't even been in a relationship.

Standing quietly behind the two robots, watching the constantly moving mechanical arms and the ever-changing computer screens, Han Yang seemed to see the light of hope shining brightly in the dark night sky.

Wearing the Brainwave Control Device, Han Yang lay down on the bed.

After this period of adaptation, he had gotten used to working and sleeping with this device on.

A night passed, and before dawn, Han Yang got up and once again threw himself into the assembly of the third robot. He finished assembling it around ten in the morning, and after testing its stability, he put it to work. Then came the fourth one, which he finally finished assembling around ten in the evening.

Controlling four robots simultaneously, Han Yang clearly felt that his computing power was being pushed to its limit, even requiring a slight overclock to support the current workload.

The production of a new generation of chips was imminent. Han Yang already had some ideas, but he still needed to further build up his knowledge and accumulate more experience. At least within ten days, he wouldn't be able to truly start working on it. Even if he did start, repeated trial and error, modifications, and adjustments would require a considerable amount of time to truly create it.

"Starting tomorrow, I need to focus entirely on self-study."

Han Yang made up his mind.

Han Yang couldn't afford not to be anxious. In the past few days, the shop's business had continued to improve, with a large number of customers flocking in and more orders coming in every day. Even with Han Yang operating at full capacity, with four computers fighting monsters day and night, he still couldn't handle all the orders.

The next day, the four computers and robots worked for a full day without stopping. Han Yang calculated the accounts and was pleasantly surprised to find that on this day, each computer earned an average of 168 yuan, and the four computers together earned a total of 672 yuan! His monthly income had already exceeded 20,000 yuan!

A monthly income of 20,000 yuan was comparable to that of senior white-collar workers working in office buildings!

In a chaotic area like the wet market district, apart from the gangs, Han Yang dared to say that his income was definitely at the top.

"In that case... it won't take three months, I can pay back Brother Shen's money in one month. But there's no rush to pay it back, let's expand the scale first."

Han Yang still felt that his money-making speed was a bit slow.

This income was naturally high for ordinary people, but for the rich, it was nothing.

The rich spend more than this amount on a romantic gesture or a dinner. A regular hovercar costs over a million yuan. In Da Jiang City, hovercars are flying everywhere in the sky, almost covering the sky during peak hours.

To achieve his future ideals, this amount of money was far from enough.

The hope of liberating all humanity was not within the solar system, but outside the solar system. To go outside the solar system, he would at least have to buy a starship first, right? If he wanted to build his own base and develop, he would also have to buy all sorts of industrial equipment, right?

Hovercars were expensive, but compared to starships, they were nothing. The most basic civilian short-range spacecraft, the kind that could only travel back and forth between the moon, Mars, and Venus, would cost at least a billion yuan or more.

"According to the news, the total sales of civilian starships manufactured by the Ita Civilization last year were around 1,000, with a total sales value of tens of trillions of human currency. This doesn't even include the sales of used spacecraft, as well as various transport and industrial spacecraft."

Today's human civilization had too many rich people. But what was the price?

It was the impoverishment of billions of people, the reliance of billions of people on cheap entertainment like online games to enrich their spiritual lives, the countless gangs, and the frequent, numbing shootings...

Han Yang knew very well that all of this was intentionally created by the Ita people. They were using this method, under the guise of interstellar friendship and the like, to carry out overall resource plunder and exploitation of human civilization.

The big share went to the Ita people, and the leftovers went to the lackeys who were dependent on the Ita people.

"Make money as quickly as possible, expand the scale as quickly as possible, and then make more money. Of course, all of this must be kept secret and must not attract the attention of the Ita people and the Earth Guard. Otherwise, I will die without a burial place."

However, relying on these four computers and this monthly income of 20,000 yuan, it was too difficult to expand the scale quickly.

A set of computer and robot configuration cost over 5,000 yuan. Excluding daily expenses, electricity and internet fees, and the cost of researching and experimenting with computer chips, even if he didn't pay back Shen the Butcher's money for the time being, he could only buy two more sets in a whole month.

It was too slow.

But at this moment, these four computers were running non-stop 24 hours a day. If they couldn't take on more orders, they couldn't earn more money.

"I must make these four computers generate more income..."

Just as Han Yang was thinking about how to expand the scale as quickly as possible, there was a ding-dong sound, and another customer visited Zhao Ning's shop and sent an inquiry message.

Since all four computers were busy working, Han Yang could only contact him through his mobile phone.

"Boss, do you take on the task of fighting the Serpent Emperor on Ocean Star?"