A fool's money was the easiest to make

"The shop's out of stock. I'm going on a long trip, so don't come bothering me."

"If you want goods, pay first. I'll notify you when the time comes."

With that, Mo Lin pulled a palm-sized metal block from his pocket and casually tossed it into Gu Rong's hands.

"This is a Communication Module. I call this thing a Senior Citizen Phone. Its main function is ultra-long-distance communication. Inject your Soul Power into it. I'll record your Soul Power wavelength first so we can contact each other later."

"Senior Citizen Phone? Ultra-long-distance communication?"

Gu Rong held the metal block, his face full of confusion.

Beside him, Ning Fengzhi had picked up on something else, but still did not quite understand what Mo Lin meant.

"Explaining things to people with brains as bad as yours is such a pain. Watch."

Mo Lin did not waste more words on them. With something like this, a single demonstration in the most direct, straightforward way would do.

Taking another identical Communication Module from his Storage Soul Tool, Mo Lin injected Soul Power into it, then held the module to his mouth and called out.

"Dumb*ss."

As his voice entered it, the module lit up, and the same voice came from Gu Rong's palm.

The three of them were left stunned by what they heard.

"Voice transmission?"

"Right. Its maximum range is roughly the distance from Heaven Dou City to the border with the Star Luo Empire."

"That far!"

This time, Ning Fengzhi could no longer remain calm. Was this not far faster than sending messages by pigeon or delivering letters?

After all, the speed at which information traveled could directly affect an affair's final outcome.

"Young friend, how many Gold Soul Coins does this cost?"

Yes, Ning Fengzhi had his eye on this so-called "Senior Citizen Phone."

He had to get his hands on it. After all, it was far too important to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, more than a hundred times as important as the Heavenly Eye from before.

No, he had to reassess the value of the person before him.

Ning Fengzhi calculated inwardly. For the first time, he genuinely felt that things like Soul Power were not actually so important. What mattered most was the person.

"Not expensive. One million apiece."

The opening price of one million instantly cooled Ning Fengzhi down.

This was bad. He was being slaughtered like a pig.

He had gotten too excited just now and forgotten that revealing one's true thoughts was the greatest taboo in business.

But who could have held back in that situation?

"Ahem, young friend, could you perhaps..."

"No bargaining. You're free not to buy."

What a joke. He wanted to bargain? Who did not know the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was rich?

Besides, when it came to this thing's value in this era, was Ning Fengzhi the one who did not understand, or was he, its maker, the one who did not understand?

Although its raw materials only cost two Gold Soul Coins, it was still a product ahead of its time. Charging him a little spacetime tax was not unreasonable, was it?

Leaving aside labor costs, intellectual property fees, and the explanation fee for explaining so much to him here, it was only a markup of a few hundred thousand times.

For a moneybags like the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, a mere million was pocket change.

If that really did not work, he could sell it to Spirit Hall. Qian Renxue paid far more readily than these three old bastards before him. (After all, she was not spending her own money.)

"Uh... young friend, how about this? I'll take fifty. Could you give me a discount?"

Realizing that he was definitely going to bleed heavily this time, Ning Fengzhi simply gave up haggling. Still, thinking that any reduction was better than none, he offered what he considered the most reasonable suggestion.

"A discount? Sure."

Mo Lin agreed readily upon hearing that, making Ning Fengzhi's expression brighten.

"Fifty at one million each. After the discount, the total is five hundred and ten million."

"Five hundred and ten million? Young friend, did you miscalculate? Didn't you say a discount? Why is there another ten million?"

Ning Fengzhi was dumbfounded. How could the discounted price be higher than the undiscounted price?

"There's no mistake. A hundred and ten percent of the price. Besides, who says a discount has to lower the price? Do you know how hard these things are to make? Are you trying to work me to death?"

Mo Lin spoke with righteous conviction, making it seem as though Ning Fengzhi and the others were the unreasonable ones.

"From the way you speak and how freely you spend, you look like someone who does big business. Do you not understand what this thing is worth, or do I not understand?"

"It's only an extra ten million. My damned production costs alone are more than that."

"If you're willing to resell them, you can make your money back in minutes, with plenty left over."

"If I weren't lazy, would you even get a turn at making this money?"

Listening to Mo Lin's somewhat strange argument, Ning Fengzhi suddenly felt that he made a great deal of sense.

Indeed, this thing's strategic value was immeasurable. One million apiece really was not expensive.

Just look at its exquisite, compact form. It was simple to operate and easy to carry.

Most importantly, it was not picky about its users and required little Soul Power. Anyone with Soul Power could use it.

Especially since hardly anyone knew about this place yet, he had to act as early as possible.

As for that ten million, he would consider it a friendship fee paid to the other party.

After all, it was only ten million. Even the pocket money he gave Ning Rongrong exceeded that.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect lacked everything but money.

"You make a fair point, young friend. My own understanding was shallow."

"About the goods..."

Ning Fengzhi rubbed his hands together, seemingly hoping to collect the goods right away.

Of course, judging by Mo Lin's tone just now, there probably were not many of these things made.

"There are only five. I'm keeping one for myself. You can take the other four. Pay first, and I'll notify you when I've made the rest."

"Four? Isn't that a little too few?"

Hearing this, Gu Rong could not help speaking up.

Only four? Who would that be enough for?

If word got out, people would think their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could not afford them.

"That's all the stock I have. If it's too few, I won't sell them."

Mo Lin made as if to put away the Communication Module he had just taken out.

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't, don't! It's enough. Four is enough."

Ning Fengzhi hurriedly stopped him. Fewer was fine. It was better than none.

He took the remaining three Communication Modules from Mo Lin's hands, leaving one for Mo Lin to contact them with.

Then he pulled a Gold Card from his pocket and handed it to Mo Lin.

"This card contains six hundred million Gold Soul Coins. Five hundred and ten million of that is for fifty Communication Modules."

Ning Fengzhi still preferred calling them Communication Modules. The name Senior Citizen Phone sounded a little off-putting, and he had no idea why the other party had chosen it.

"I'd like to use the remaining ninety million to buy Heavenly Eyes. Of course, you can decide the quantity yourself."

An order this large would certainly take quite some time for the other party to make alone.

Moreover, after their interaction just now, Ning Fengzhi could tell that the person before him had quite a personality, but as long as he was paid, everything was negotiable.

"You want that many? Speaking of which, what do you people do?"

Accepting the Gold Card, Mo Lin raised his eyes and asked casually.

Yet that single question caused a slight change in all three of their expressions.

"Hey, don't be nervous. It's business. As long as the money's there, I won't pry into anything else. May your business prosper, boss."

A little fun was enough. He should not scare them away.

After all, a pig this fat was hard to find.

After chatting a little more, the three of them left.

Watching Ning Fengzhi and the others depart, Mo Lin toyed with the Gold Card in his hand and smiled.

What Ning Fengzhi did not know was that Mo Lin actually had a warehouse full of these things. They were nothing but experimental scrap.

He called them Senior Citizen Phones purely because their functions were far too limited.

Without a sucker like him around, he would not even have known how to dispose of this pile of scrap.

"A fool's money really is easy to make."