A ten-million-D mineral vein?
A mineral vein?!!"!"
Once John realized what Doran's so-called business actually was, his heart immediately began pounding uncontrollably.
When he looked again at the lieutenant general before him, who had somehow turned playing with shit into an art form, all his previous disgust had vanished, replaced by extraordinary warmth and enthusiasm.
At that moment, the man was no longer the stupid pig John had wanted to keep his distance from. He was a walking treasure vault radiating golden light!
John practically wanted to rob him right away... ahem, complete this "fair" transaction with him.
Realizing that this shit-loving lieutenant general was rushing to hand him money, John immediately focused with utmost seriousness.
Yet despite nearly drooling over the enormous sum, John still put on a surprised expression and said:
"What? Something like that actually happened? But according to protocol, shouldn't you report this kind of mineral extraction to the Finance Department first, Lieutenant General Doran? Only after receiving approval from the upper ranks can you begin mining. If word gets out that you mined it privately, I'm afraid it could cause quite a bit of trouble, no?"
Report it?
Report my ass!
Didn't this general know exactly what those idiots in the Old Guard Party were like?
If he reported it, he would be lucky to even get a sip of the soup as the discoverer of the vein.
What was more, this was a massive deposit. The ten million D figure had merely been tossed out to fool John. The total value of these three mineral veins was at least over one hundred million D.
It was a top-tier resource capable of directly elevating a small family into a great family!
Why share it with those idiots when he could pocket it himself?
Doran cursed