"Jun Mo, just how much explosives have you stockpiled? These can't be cheap, can they?"
Watching the Little Daoist dutifully set explosives on the ground, Lin Mu came over to chat.
He found the boy rather interesting. He never argued with what Ye Fei said, and when he wasn't doing anything, he stayed quiet. He really did live up to his name.
It was just that Ye Fei was so blackhearted, making the kid prepare so many explosives without even offering him anything in return...
"They're all right. I bought the materials and made them myself. Do you want to buy some? For orders over ten thousand units, I can sell them to you at five percent off the market price."
Jun Mo looked at the man who was clearly just making conversation, blinked his large, somewhat vacant-looking eyes, and automatically assigned Lin Mu the role of a buyer.
"No... I probably won't need them..."
Lin Mu's smile was strained. With that, he quickly returned to Ye Fei's side, gave him a strange look, then shifted diagonally behind him.
Ten thousand units, at the current market price of over six hundred each, meant over six million...
He was poor, very poor. He couldn't afford such expensive consumables right now!
"Little Jun, that far is enough. There should be more than one layer underground. Add two more high-impact charges in the middle..."
Ye Fei watched Jun Mo set things up. Feeling that the area covered was sufficient, he told him to add something different in the middle.
Explosives were indeed quite expensive. Ye Fei had bought some general-purpose ones before, and they had cost him quite a lot of money.
Everyone was pretty poor right now. Even all three of their current survival points combined came to less than a hundred