"Buy now, no tabs!!"
At that, the researchers' expressions changed again. Taking back what they had said before, they suddenly felt that Russell was a damn genius—if he couldn't research them himself, he could just sell them.
And sure enough, they fell for it, because no one would give up an opportunity right within reach.
Just then, a stern, indignant voice burst out.
"Kid, you don't understand their value at all. It can't be measured in money!" An older professor said angrily, "This is disrespectful to science! Do you know how terrible your behavior is?"
Russell rolled his eyes. "So?"
The old professor adjusted his reading glasses, his tone easing slightly. "To stop you from continuing to defile science, I... I'll buy them all!"
"Sorry, purchase limit!"
Russell really did need these researchers to spread the news that Prosperity Town had Mutant Spiders, but need was need; the researchers weren't doing this for free. If they wanted fame and recognition, how could they avoid paying a price? This debt had to be settled clearly.
Besides, one couldn't be too generous, or the other side wouldn't know how to cherish it!
The facts proved that anyone who could afford to do research belonged to the wealthy class, no matter how poor they seemed. Especially the older professors—those with patents in hand were hardly short of money.
The researchers didn't have that much cash, nor could they possibly have carried that much cash. They waved checks as they came before Russell. This was where having more people showed its advantage: with purchase limits per person, whichever team had brought more people could buy more spiders.
Samantha and Chris stood dumbfounded, watching Russell get surrounded by experts and professors asking after his well-being while hundreds of thousands of dollars flowed into his account