Free Web NovelChapter 585: Chapter 320: Dongguo’s Secret Boss, Su Baitao
The sky was nearing dusk.
Fox Mountain side palace.
Amidst the rising white fog, two blazing red figures, Big Flower Arm and Hu Toujian, rushed out carrying boxes.
"Whimper, whimper!"
"Howl, howl!"
Both foxes were quite depressed!
Out of stock!
This time, the real world is truly out of stock!
Initially, today was a great harvest, quite a happy day, yet by the 47th trip to the real world, they were already out of stock!
Bai Mo stepped forward to pat his two disciples on the head.
"No need to be depressed.
"This... today’s wave of goods... uh... conservatively speaking, whether it’s enough or not, it’s enough for us at Fox Mountain for a few months."
He raised his head looking toward the side of the hall.
All the Great Tripods were used up, today’s harvest of Black Ghost Eyes could only be piled on the ground, from the floor to the ceiling, piece by piece, densely packed, piled into a mountain.
...
In the grassland taller than people.
The Ancient Immortal Que Shi sat cross-legged on the ground, spread out in front of her was a pile of White Mountain Pine Leaves just retrieved by her disciple.
She picked up a pine leaf and crushed it, extracting the juice, sniffed it with her nose, licked it with her tongue, and frowned.
"This... absolutely no change."
The disciple with the bushy beard nearby felt a shudder in his heart.
What does this mean?
So many Black Ghost Eyes fell into the real world, without creating any splash?
"Then... Senior Sister Wang Fangyue..."
The Ancient Immortal hesitated for a moment, contemplating for a long time.
"This West State Boss... holds so many resources?"
Some principles, regardless of ancient or modern times, are always applicable.
For instance, destruction is easier than repair.
Releasing is easier than capturing.
So many Black Ghost Eyes being thrown down, without seeing any splash, could only mean that the West State Boss paid a heavier price than they did!
"This... is not unacceptable.
"Go tell those Dark World people, the deal is not void!
"Before any upheaval occurs in West State, we must ruin this White Mountain Pine Forest!
"These Black Ghost Eyes, nourished by all Immortal Grasses in the dream, are essentially costless. He resolves the Black Ghost Eyes, yet has to pay unknown medicinal materials, an unknown amount of capital!
"This kind of mutual consumption, we’re not scared of him.
"From now on, I won’t rest every day, capturing more Black Ghost Eyes from this dream, waiting to hit him with another big wave!
"I want to see, exactly how deep his pockets are?"
The Ancient Immortal chuckled.
"Perhaps next time his support breaks down due to the consumption, declaring bankruptcy, hahaha!"
...
Night had deepened.
In the dormitory hall.
Foxes in inside circles and outside circles stared wide-eyed, not daring to make a sound, surrounding their master.
In the dormitory, only the gentle sound of the foxes’ breathing and the raging night wind brushing against the walls outside could be heard.
Surrounded by his disciples, Bai Mo sat at the bedhead, holding a small basin of Black Ghost Eyes, undertaking the final deployment.
He was expressionless, his pupils flickered with colorful flames, and his Divine Sense entered this small basin of Black Ghost Eyes, editing their neural bundle links, changing their computation logic, as if transforming, he made this small basin of Black Ghost Eyes into the control panel of the entire cloud server.
None of the disciples dared to speak.
Then saw their master’s eyes’ flame suddenly extinguish.
A smile appeared on the master’s face.
The master gently tapped the copper basin holding the Black Ghost Eyes.
Dong!
Dong!
The basin of Black Ghost Eyes writhed.
Sharp-eyed foxes immediately noticed that at the edge of the dormitory, the cloud server Ghost Eye Three, that kettle of Black Ghost Eyes, actually started trembling, writhing, lightly smoking!
Soaked in Hundred Flowers Juice, those Black Ghost Eyes also began to bubble up, starting to be consumed!
What they didn’t know was that Ghost Eye Three had already completed remote communication with Ghost Eye One in acres of medicinal fields, beginning to receive computing tasks!
And with enhanced computing power, Ghost Eye One began to implement more complex, more meticulous farming strategies in the medication fields amid the night and wind.
Bai Mo grinned, announcing to the disciples.
"The smart farm upgrade is successfully completed!
"From now on, while we’re asleep, Ghost Eye One won’t rest, helping us farm around the clock! Using better strategies, farming with more precision!
"Moreover... a total of twenty Ghost Eye Three units were produced this time, with a surplus of computing power, for a long future we won’t lack computing power.
"Additionally... there are substantial Black Ghost Eye surplus to create more Ghost Eye One chips, Ghost Eye Two Immortal Grass Detectors."
Each fox beamed with joy.
Although what the master said, they somewhat couldn’t understand.
But that didn’t matter!
Raising their front paws, cheerfully jumping up, just shout hooray!
"Whimper, whimper!"
"Howl, howl!"
"Whimper, whimper!"
The entire hall plunged into a sea of cheer!
Bai Mo was also delighted!
So many Black Ghost Eyes, purely accidental fortune.
"It’s highly probable those Ancient Immortals misunderstood something, or they wouldn’t have helped me this way."
But Bai Mo understood, such benefits couldn’t be constantly accrued.
"Such a pity, wonder if there’s a next time."
...
Autumn in West State City grew colder by the day.
The yellow leaves on the trees were close to falling off, white frost formed on the roadside green stones.
In the warehouse of the Traitor’s Wine Factory.
Wan Bocheng with Lan Fangfang and Yang Zhan, donned in work clothes, with intern badges, patrolled around checking.
In this warehouse were tree leaves necessary for production, packed in burlap sacks stacked one by one.
"What level decay are these leaves counted as?"
Wan Bocheng opened a burlap sack, took out a fir leaf, held it to the window sunlight, squinting to inspect.
"Level three?"
"Looking at the texture of the leaf veins, level three, right?"
The Traitor’s Wine Factory had now officially started production!
