Chen Mu had spent the past few days improving the metal separator he had cobbled together. The metalworking equipment they had bought fell far short of the machines in Alfonso's laboratory, and he had racked his brains just to scrape together a working separator.
Looking at the hideously ugly machine, Chen Mu felt rather embarrassed himself. If Alfonso saw it, he would probably laugh himself into a fit. Still, Chen Mu seemed to have a "glorious tradition" in this regard: the Blue Moon Gun he had once made had also been infamous for its ugliness when it first appeared.
Unfortunately, the metalworking techniques here could not hold a candle to those of the Wanqi Clan. Otherwise, Chen Mu could have considered making Blue Moon Guns. Even ordinary people could use this sort of card machinery, and ordinary people outnumbered Card Adepts many times over in this world.
He still had no idea that these machines he looked down on had cost 150 million. Had he known that the list he handed Xi Ping had cost them 150 million, he would certainly have snuffed out that idea.
The optimization went fairly smoothly. He had been doing more hands-on work lately, and skills that had grown rusty were gradually coming back to him. After these improvements, the machine not only looked much better, but its efficiency had also increased considerably.
Just then, he received a call from Xi Ping.
"Boss, boss!" Xi Ping's old face glowed with excitement on the screen. The moment he saw Chen Mu, he could not stop exclaiming, "Boss, purple glimmer ore! Purple glimmer ore!"
Chen Mu was baffled. "What's happened with the purple glimmer ore?"
"Heavens! Purple glimmer ore! Boss, we're rich! We're rich!" Xi Ping was so excited that he could barely string his words together.