Some say: Money can move the gods.
Some say: Money is the root of all evil.
Money can turn the smartest person into a fool, and it can turn the best of friends into enemies.
But no matter what is said, everyone must admit one truth:
In modern society, money is something no one can do without.
"That's what they say."
Kiana lay sprawled on the table, a gel pen balanced on her pouting lips. "It's not like we'll fall into the Pacific Ocean just because we have the Well of Fuli. This young lady survived by wandering from meal to meal before, so why make it sound so dramatic?"
"Hmm? Did this girl just casually say something super heartbreaking?"
Kallen hugged the poor girl from behind—the same girl who had been wandering the streets just three months ago. You couldn't tell at all that they were at each other's throats earlier.
By the way, after awakening the Void Stigmata, one of Kiana-baby's pupils had inexplicably turned gold. Combined with her long, silky, straight white hair—
Void Drifter, making a dazzling entrance!
"Surviving alone and supporting a whole family are two completely different concepts."
Bronya, who had also grown up not knowing where her next meal would come from, wagged her finger. "Why do you think young people these days don't want to get married? Isn't it exactly because the pressure of supporting a family is too great?"
"Saving the world, huh."
Fuli, now burdened with a massive estate, had a splitting headache. "If we had money, forget soaring through space; going to the moon wouldn't be a problem."
Kiana lay there, unmoved. "What's so good about the moon?"
"There are oppai on the moon that never sag."
"Hiss—!"
Kiana sucked in a breath of cold air.
That was the most soul-striking sci-fi concept the girl had ever heard in her life, the one that most ignited her longing for that unreachable sci-fi world.
"It is true that the primary core of organizational development is always the economy."
Bianka put down her teacup. "People ultimately have to live in this world. Without material support, many things that seem beautiful will fall apart in an instant."
The most stable relationship in the world is one where each takes what they need.
Fuli agreed deeply. "If you have rice, people will even love cockroaches."
"Exactly, exactly! Is the name of our Guangdong Twin-Tailed Fairy in vain?"
Kiana clamored, "Ah Li, Ah Li! Is there any way for us to get money?"
Fuli waved his hand, exuding immense confidence. "As long as I don't have to write code, my inspiration gushes forth like the tide!"
Bianka reminded him, "Provided it's nothing illegal."
The boy sat back down obediently. "Oh, then let me think again."
"How about we steal money from the merit box? The incense money never reaches the Bodhisattvas or Buddhas themselves anyway."
Kiana started gesturing wildly, coming up with terrible ideas. "Look at the Bodhisattva sitting there making the 'OK' sign all day—that definitely means she allows everyone to take some incense money from her when they can't survive!"
"Exactly, exactly. Our ancestors taught us: When you are poor, you change; when you change, you find a way; when you find a way, you succeed."
Fuli nodded in profound agreement. "One must know how to be flexible in all things. For example, those new believers who cry their eyes out because they can't see God when they go to space—why don't they just take off their helmets? If they take off their helmets, wouldn't they see Him?"
Bronya shook her head. "Truly ancient sects not only have expert guardians but also cooperate with the local government. As for the obscure ones, even if you dig through the bottom of their merit boxes, you won't find more than a few melons and dates."
Bianka was stunned by the enthusiastic discussion of the three. You guys aren't seriously going to do it, are you?
"Then how about making a mobile game?"
Seeing one plan fail, Kiana had another brainstorm. "Isn't there an action game from Shenzhou called Mi-something-Yo that's making a ton of money recently? Why don't we make one too? We can use our experiences as the prototype for the main characters. This young lady thinks it will definitely go viral!"
Patting the guy on the shoulder, Metal Gear Bronya spoke with earnest gravity: "Don't touch mobile games. Mobile games are sh*t."
Her tone was incredibly weary, as if she had already seen the future of major gaming communities—utterly toxic and filled with constant bickering.
Seeing that this group was getting shot in the head like Kennedy—their "brain holes" (wild ideas) getting bigger and bigger—Mei, who was resting her chin on her hand, glanced sideways at a certain blonde with big wavy hair who had suddenly appeared.
"Why do I feel like someone just naturally appeared here?"
"Among everyone present, I'm afraid only you, Raiden Mei, would object to my occasional appearances."
Bianka picked up the husky that had come over to nuzzle her leg. "Right, Sauce?"
"Woof!"
Sauce nudged her hand with his snout, then quickly ran over to rub against Mei's calf, perfectly demonstrating the art of balancing a bowl of water without offending either side.
The burden of Hyperion's "Two Capitals and Thirteen Provinces" rested entirely on his shoulders!
"This won't work, that won't work... we have to think of a way to scrape together some money, right?"
Kiana rubbed her chin. "According to the Records of the Three Kingdoms, when Dong Zhuo first arrived in Luoyang, he had no money but couldn't afford to pay the soldiers. In desperation, he used Empress Dowager He to reward the three armies."
Bianka: ?
"Yes."
Fuli, as a loyal flag-bearer of the old Shenzhou, confirmed it. "That's where the idiom 'He Zu Gua Chi' (Nothing to speak of / He is enough to hang on the teeth) comes from."
Bianka: ??
"Wrong. Actually, it was Dong Bai who was used to reward the three armies."
Lying on the sofa, Bronya lazily rolled over, then rolled back because the charging cable wasn't long enough. "People in the Three Kingdoms era weren't all wife-lovers like Cao Ah-man (Cao Cao). Empress Dowager He was old and fading; she wouldn't have been accepted."
Bianka: ???
"No, no, no, the truth is Dong Zhuo sent Lu Bu to reward the three armies!"
Kallen spoke nonsense with a straight face. "The history books got the order wrong. Lu Fengxian wasn't a 'Slave of Three Surnames,' but a 'Star Slave of Three Families.'"
"That's enough!"
Bianka, whose brain was being assaulted by the Logic-of-Four-History-Fictionologists, slammed the table and stood up. "Why don't you just say Dong Zhuo personally rewarded the three armies himself?!!"
"Ooohhh!"
Everyone quickly stood up and applauded, their gratified eyes seeming to say: Dudu, you've joined our family of History Fictionologists too! Congratulations, congratulations!
Bianka rubbed her forehead and sat down. Immediately, she saw Fuli leaning in close.
"Just adjusting the atmosphere. Being anxious won't help anyway. Look, isn't your anxiety relieved a bit?"
What am I relieved for? I'm not the one with no money! Did you guys forget I'm not part of the Hyperion crew?
The knight-princess was made to laugh and cry by them, accepting their good intentions.
Then she saw the young man in front of her clasp his hands together and shout loudly, "Super Bianka King! Please save this lowly one!"
Kiana kicked him with her white-stockinged foot. "Are you on Schindler's List? Why is your smile so oily?"
"What do you know!"
Fuli rebuked angrily.
As Schicksal's current strongest and the world-renowned workaholic, Durandal's small treasury was so abundant that it surpassed the foreign exchange reserves of many small nations. And it wasn't just banknotes—literal waste paper in the broad sense—but solid supplies and rare mineral deposits.
As long as they could borrow a sum of capital from her for turnover, the Hyperion could immediately turn danger into safety!
Understanding the hint, Kiana's expression changed. She immediately stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Fuli, clasped her fists in greeting, and shouted a request: "Senior Moneybags! Please go out with me!"
The person in question was confused at first, but soon realized something from the expressions of the boy and girl transforming into (¥▽¥).
She crossed her legs, wrapped in over-the-knee boots, and a playful smile traced her lips. "Sponsoring the Hyperion isn't impossible... but, I have conditions."
Fuli: "As long as you help us tide over this difficulty, I'd be willing even if you let me hack my way straight to S-rank!"
Kiana: "If my Lord does not abandon me, I, Kiana, wish to take you as my adoptive mother!"
"It's very simple."
Bianka took a sip of black tea, imitating Rita's slow and methodical manner of speaking. "For the past few months, I've been running over to the Hyperion constantly. While I wouldn't say I returned empty-handed, I did waste a lot of time."
Her provocative gaze swept over Mei, who was not far away. She flipped her hair, exuding dominance. "How about this: As long as Little Li returns to Schicksal HQ with me for a month to have a good ♂ spar ♀ with me using the improved Durandal-style Gun Kata, I will provide a loan sufficient for everyone to tide over this difficulty. How about it?"
"No!"
Hearing this, Mei couldn't hold back instantly.
Durandal, the sound of your abacus clacking is so loud even the audience outside the screen can hear it!
Stay at HQ for a month?
If he goes to Schicksal, there's no guarantee he'll come back. I, Raiden Mei, will take your surname for the rest of my life if that happens!
Thinking about it carefully, if Fuli gets eaten clean by Durandal, he'll probably take on the surname Kaslana (Atagina?). And if Mei bows her head and becomes a concubine later, she would seemingly have to take the same surname.
It's a weird logical closed loop.
"What about you?"
Rebuffed by her rival, Bianka didn't get angry. Instead, she looked at Kiana. "What is your opinion?"
Hyperion wasn't Raiden Mei's dictatorship; everyone should have democratic freedom.
"A loan? No way!"
Unexpectedly, Kiana's reaction was even more dramatic than Mei's.
Unbeknownst to the group, back when this girl was traveling north and south through Southeast Asia looking for her dad, she had once applied for a "Yama Loan" (predatory loan) due to lack of funds, being half-tricked and half-scammed by locals.
Kiana would never forget the moment she saw the incoming notification on her phone:
[Your loan has been released. Total: 10,000.]
[Deducting platform service fee 7,000, customer service fee 2,000, handling fee 500, my personal referral fee 499.5.]
[Actual amount received: 0.5. Please check.]
"I borrow 10,000, and I get fifty cents?"
"Motherf*cker! You can't bully people like this!"
The white-haired dumpling exploded on the spot. Without a second word, she grabbed her dual guns and raided over a dozen scam centers.
Not only did she rescue a bunch of unlucky people who were locked up, but she also obtained a ten-year visa-free entry qualification for Shenzhou because of it.
Even so, that experience of being scammed left Kiana with a deep psychological shadow regarding the word "loan."
Even when Bianka explained, laughing and crying, that it was indefinite and interest-free, the girl—who interpreted "indefinite" (Wu Qi) as "Life Sentence"—still put on a grimacing, vigilant expression.
This made the Knight-Princess a little sad.
Raiden Mei didn't matter, but she really liked this silly, clumsy idiot Kiana. Interactions with this girl always gave Bianka the déjà vu of having a cute little sister.
Of course, it might also be because she, like Fuli, liked cats, and Kiana's first impression was that of a lazy, clumsy, solid-white cat.
Who wouldn't want to raise an ultimately invincible, super-f*cking-cute Kiana-cat?
"I also don't agree with Little Brother going to Schicksal to sell his ass."
Kallen's tone was quite blunt. "No matter what, he is the BOSS of our Hyperion. If people know he sold his freedom for a little money, he's not just selling his butt; he's slapping the faces of us crew members."
"Fine."
Seeing that three people had already expressed their stance, Bianka, knowing it was impossible, had to sit back down.
At the same time, she thought to herself that she was still a bit too anxious. If Rita were here, she would definitely have handled it with more ease.
Fuli: ?
What about me? What about my opinion? I haven't said no yet—
Stare...
The gazes of Kiana, Mei, and Kallen hit him simultaneously.
"As the boss of the Hyperion, how could I possibly do something like selling my body!"
Righteous and awe-inspiring.
"Then what do we do without money?"
Bronya, who had been watching for a long time, asked the soul-searching question.
"Go help out on the battlefield in Eastern Europe?"
Kiana, withdrawing her gaze, raised her hand. "My friends over there sent a mass text saying they're recruiting. The pay looked pretty good."
This girl had lived in Russia with Siegfried before.
Fuli rejected it decisively. "Don't get involved with that sh*tshow."
"Oh."
The girl scratched her head, glanced at Bronya, and had a sudden idea. "I saw this guy analyzing red and green lines on the computer screen earlier to predict trends. Can we trade stocks too?"
Bronya: (ᗜ˰ᗜ)
"Bronya dared to buy stocks before because Bronya's Mom—Cocolia—is the Capitol Hill Stock God, the Leader of the Anti-Entropy Reformist Faction. How many dishes did Idiot Kiana eat to be this delusional?"
Here is a guaranteed profit method for stock trading for everyone:
First, join various investor chat groups, study stock knowledge seriously, and obtain inside information.
When a group member's stock hits the limit up, be the first to congratulate them and make them send a celebration Red Packet.
When someone's stock hits the limit down, comfort them promptly and make them send a 'change of luck' Red Packet.
Note: You just stay quiet and grab the Red Packets. Never, ever, ever buy stocks!
As long as you do this, your profits will exceed 99.9% of investors.
"Then why did you buy them earlier!"
Bronya's contact with Cocolia had long been cut off; otherwise, Mei wouldn't have allowed her to join the Hyperion so easily.
Kiana meant that since she dared to buy US stocks after cutting contact, she must have had other ways to make money.
Then she saw Bronya murmur in a tone that seemed to have seen through life and death: "So, I lost everything later on..."
Sorrow, unwillingness, regret, and anger mixed together, like a giant melting pot of emotions.
"Nii-san, wu..."
"Come, come, come. Big Brother will give you a hug, give you a hug."
Fuli quickly pulled the teary-eyed little sister who pounced on him into his arms, smoothing her hair to soothe her.
Clearly, it was a very sad thing. But combined with the little sister sobbing ying-ying-ying in his arms, he couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth that kept turning up.
Dying of laughter. This is called 'Scholars burying Qin Shihuang'—everyone falling into the pit.
But he had to hold it in! If he didn't hold it in! Bronya would definitely go berserk!
As the saying goes, only when you go to the toilet without paper do you realize why it's called a "Restroom."
At this moment, Fuli missed the [Vill-V Homemade Mourning Device] he had seen in the System Mall earlier. The powerful metal jaw could physically suppress the wearer's desire to smile, allowing you to maintain a dignified image at all times.
As for that metal mask design that looked like a reanimated Sanxingdui artifact... well, when attending a funeral, there always needs to be a priest crying for the deceased on the side, right?
...
Some say: Money can move the gods.
Some say: Money is the root of all evil.
Money can turn the smartest person into a fool, and it can turn the best of friends into enemies.
But no matter what is said, everyone must admit one truth:
In modern society, money is something no one can do without.
"That's what they say."
Kiana lay sprawled on the table, a gel pen balanced on her pouting lips. "It's not like we'll fall into the Pacific Ocean just because we have the Well of Fuli. This young lady survived by wandering from meal to meal before, so why make it sound so dramatic?"
"Hmm? Did this girl just casually say something super heartbreaking?"
Kallen hugged the poor girl from behind—the same girl who had been wandering the streets just three months ago. You couldn't tell at all that they were at each other's throats earlier.
By the way, after awakening the Void Stigmata, one of Kiana-baby's pupils had inexplicably turned gold. Combined with her long, silky, straight white hair—
Void Drifter, making a dazzling entrance!
"Surviving alone and supporting a whole family are two completely different concepts."
Bronya, who had also grown up not knowing where her next meal would come from, wagged her finger. "Why do you think young people these days don't want to get married? Isn't it exactly because the pressure of supporting a family is too great?"
"Saving the world, huh."
Fuli, now burdened with a massive estate, had a splitting headache. "If we had money, forget soaring through space; going to the moon wouldn't be a problem."
Kiana lay there, unmoved. "What's so good about the moon?"
"There are oppai on the moon that never sag."
"Hiss—!"
Kiana sucked in a breath of cold air.
That was the most soul-striking sci-fi concept the girl had ever heard in her life, the one that most ignited her longing for that unreachable sci-fi world.
"It is true that the primary core of organizational development is always the economy."
Bianka put down her teacup. "People ultimately have to live in this world. Without material support, many things that seem beautiful will fall apart in an instant."
The most stable relationship in the world is one where each takes what they need.
Fuli agreed deeply. "If you have rice, people will even love cockroaches."
"Exactly, exactly! Is the name of our Guangdong Twin-Tailed Fairy in vain?"
Kiana clamored, "Ah Li, Ah Li! Is there any way for us to get money?"
Fuli waved his hand, exuding immense confidence. "As long as I don't have to write code, my inspiration gushes forth like the tide!"
Bianka reminded him, "Provided it's nothing illegal."
The boy sat back down obediently. "Oh, then let me think again."
"How about we steal money from the merit box? The incense money never reaches the Bodhisattvas or Buddhas themselves anyway."
Kiana started gesturing wildly, coming up with terrible ideas. "Look at the Bodhisattva sitting there making the 'OK' sign all day—that definitely means she allows everyone to take some incense money from her when they can't survive!"
"Exactly, exactly. Our ancestors taught us: When you are poor, you change; when you change, you find a way; when you find a way, you succeed."
Fuli nodded in profound agreement. "One must know how to be flexible in all things. For example, those new believers who cry their eyes out because they can't see God when they go to space—why don't they just take off their helmets? If they take off their helmets, wouldn't they see Him?"
Bronya shook her head. "Truly ancient sects not only have expert guardians but also cooperate with the local government. As for the obscure ones, even if you dig through the bottom of their merit boxes, you won't find more than a few melons and dates."
Bianka was stunned by the enthusiastic discussion of the three. You guys aren't seriously going to do it, are you?
"Then how about making a mobile game?"
Seeing one plan fail, Kiana had another brainstorm. "Isn't there an action game from Shenzhou called Mi-something-Yo that's making a ton of money recently? Why don't we make one too? We can use our experiences as the prototype for the main characters. This young lady thinks it will definitely go viral!"
Patting the guy on the shoulder, Metal Gear Bronya spoke with earnest gravity: "Don't touch mobile games. Mobile games are sh*t."
Her tone was incredibly weary, as if she had already seen the future of major gaming communities—utterly toxic and filled with constant bickering.
Seeing that this group was getting shot in the head like Kennedy—their "brain holes" (wild ideas) getting bigger and bigger—Mei, who was resting her chin on her hand, glanced sideways at a certain blonde with big wavy hair who had suddenly appeared.
"Why do I feel like someone just naturally appeared here?"
"Among everyone present, I'm afraid only you, Raiden Mei, would object to my occasional appearances."
Bianka picked up the husky that had come over to nuzzle her leg. "Right, Sauce?"
"Woof!"
Thoth nudged her hand with his snout, then quickly ran over to rub against Mei's calf, perfectly demonstrating the art of balancing a bowl of water without offending either side.
The burden of Hyperion's "Two Capitals and Thirteen Provinces" rested entirely on his shoulders!
"This won't work, that won't work... we have to think of a way to scrape together some money, right?"
Kiana rubbed her chin. "According to the Records of the Three Kingdoms, when Dong Zhuo first arrived in Luoyang, he had no money but couldn't afford to pay the soldiers. In desperation, he used Empress Dowager He to reward the three armies."
Bianka: ?
"Yes."
Fuli, as a loyal flag-bearer of the old Shenzhou, confirmed it. "That's where the idiom 'He Zu Gua Chi' (Nothing to speak of / He is enough to hang on the teeth) comes from."
Bianka: ??
"Wrong. Actually, it was Dong Bai who was used to reward the three armies."
Lying on the sofa, Bronya lazily rolled over, then rolled back because the charging cable wasn't long enough. "People in the Three Kingdoms era weren't all wife-lovers like Cao Ah-man (Cao Cao). Empress Dowager He was old and fading; she wouldn't have been accepted."
Bianka: ???
"No, no, no, the truth is Dong Zhuo sent Lu Bu to reward the three armies!"
Kallen spoke nonsense with a straight face. "The history books got the order wrong. Lu Fengxian wasn't a 'Slave of Three Surnames,' but a 'Star Slave of Three Families.'"
"That's enough!"
Bianka, whose brain was being assaulted by the Logic-of-Four-History-Fictionologists, slammed the table and stood up. "Why don't you just say Dong Zhuo personally rewarded the three armies himself?!!"
"Ooohhh!"
Everyone quickly stood up and applauded, their gratified eyes seeming to say: Dudu, you've joined our family of History Fictionologists too! Congratulations, congratulations!
Bianka rubbed her forehead and sat down. Immediately, she saw Fuli leaning in close.
"Just adjusting the atmosphere. Being anxious won't help anyway. Look, isn't your anxiety relieved a bit?"
What am I relieved for? I'm not the one with no money! Did you guys forget I'm not part of the Hyperion crew?
The knight-princess was made to laugh and cry by them, accepting their good intentions.
Then she saw the young man in front of her clasp his hands together and shout loudly, "Super Bianka King! Please save this lowly one!"
Kiana kicked him with her white-stockinged foot. "Are you on Schindler's List? Why is your smile so oily?"
"What do you know!"
Fuli rebuked angrily.
As Schicksal's current strongest and the world-renowned workaholic, Durandal's small treasury was so abundant that it surpassed the foreign exchange reserves of many small nations. And it wasn't just banknotes—literal waste paper in the broad sense—but solid supplies and rare mineral deposits.
As long as they could borrow a sum of capital from her for turnover, the Hyperion could immediately turn danger into safety!
Understanding the hint, Kiana's expression changed. She immediately stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Fuli, clasped her fists in greeting, and shouted a request: "Senior Moneybags! Please go out with me!"
The person in question was confused at first, but soon realized something from the expressions of the boy and girl transforming into (¥▽¥).
She crossed her legs, wrapped in over-the-knee boots, and a playful smile traced her lips. "Sponsoring the Hyperion isn't impossible... but, I have conditions."
Fuli: "As long as you help us tide over this difficulty, I'd be willing even if you let me hack my way straight to S-rank!"
Kiana: "If my Lord does not abandon me, I, Kiana, wish to take you as my adoptive mother!"
"It's very simple."
Bianka took a sip of black tea, imitating Rita's slow and methodical manner of speaking. "For the past few months, I've been running over to the Hyperion constantly. While I wouldn't say I returned empty-handed, I did waste a lot of time."
Her provocative gaze swept over Mei, who was not far away. She flipped her hair, exuding dominance. "How about this: As long as Little Li returns to Schicksal HQ with me for a month to have a good ♂ spar ♀ with me using the improved Durandal-style Gun Kata, I will provide a loan sufficient for everyone to tide over this difficulty. How about it?"
"No!"
Hearing this, Mei couldn't hold back instantly.
Durandal, the sound of your abacus clacking is so loud even the audience outside the screen can hear it!
Stay at HQ for a month?
If he goes to Schicksal, there's no guarantee he'll come back. I, Raiden Mei, will take your surname for the rest of my life if that happens!
Thinking about it carefully, if Fuli gets eaten clean by Durandal, he'll probably take on the surname Kaslana (Atagina?). And if Mei bows her head and becomes a concubine later, she would seemingly have to take the same surname.
It's a weird logical closed loop.
"What about you?"
Rebuffed by her rival, Bianka didn't get angry. Instead, she looked at Kiana. "What is your opinion?"
Hyperion wasn't Raiden Mei's dictatorship; everyone should have democratic freedom.
"A loan? No way!"
Unexpectedly, Kiana's reaction was even more dramatic than Mei's.
Unbeknownst to the group, back when this girl was traveling north and south through Southeast Asia looking for her dad, she had once applied for a "Yama Loan" (predatory loan) due to lack of funds, being half-tricked and half-scammed by locals.
Kiana would never forget the moment she saw the incoming notification on her phone:
[Your loan has been released. Total: 10,000.]
[Deducting platform service fee 7,000, customer service fee 2,000, handling fee 500, my personal referral fee 499.5.]
[Actual amount received: 0.5. Please check.]
"I borrow 10,000, and I get fifty cents?"
"Motherf*cker! You can't bully people like this!"
The white-haired Tuna exploded on the spot. Without a second word, she grabbed her dual guns and raided over a dozen scam centers.
Not only did she rescue a bunch of unlucky people who were locked up, but she also obtained a ten-year visa-free entry qualification for Shenzhou because of it.
Even so, that experience of being scammed left Kiana with a deep psychological shadow regarding the word "loan."
Even when Bianka explained, laughing and crying, that it was indefinite and interest-free, the girl—who interpreted "indefinite" (Wu Qi) as "Life Sentence"—still put on a grimacing, vigilant expression.
This made the Knight-Princess a little sad.
Raiden Mei didn't matter, but she really liked this silly, clumsy idiot Kiana. Interactions with this girl always gave Bianka the déjà vu of having a cute little sister.
Of course, it might also be because she, like Fuli, liked cats, and Kiana's first impression was that of a lazy, clumsy, solid-white cat.
Who wouldn't want to raise an ultimately invincible, super-f*cking-cute Kiana-cat?
"I also don't agree with Little Brother going to Schicksal to sell his ass."
Kallen's tone was quite blunt. "No matter what, he is the BOSS of our Hyperion. If people know he sold his freedom for a little money, he's not just selling his butt; he's slapping the faces of us crew members."
"Fine."
Seeing that three people had already expressed their stance, Bianka, knowing it was impossible, had to sit back down.
At the same time, she thought to herself that she was still a bit too anxious. If Rita were here, she would definitely have handled it with more ease.
Fuli: ?
What about me? What about my opinion? I haven't said no yet—
Stare...
The gazes of Kiana, Mei, and Kallen hit him simultaneously.
"As the boss of the Hyperion, how could I possibly do something like selling my body!"
Righteous and awe-inspiring.
"Then what do we do without money?"
Bronya, who had been watching for a long time, asked the soul-searching question.
"Go help out on the battlefield in Eastern Europe?"
Kiana, withdrawing her gaze, raised her hand. "My friends over there sent a mass text saying they're recruiting. The pay looked pretty good."
This girl had lived in Russia with Siegfried before.
Fuli rejected it decisively. "Don't get involved with that sh*tshow."
"Oh."
The girl scratched her head, glanced at Bronya, and had a sudden idea. "I saw this guy analyzing red and green lines on the computer screen earlier to predict trends. Can we trade stocks too?"
Bronya: (ᗜ˰ᗜ)
"Bronya dared to buy stocks before because Bronya's Mom—Cocolia—is the Capitol Hill Stock God, the Leader of the Anti-Entropy Reformist Faction. How many dishes did Idiot Kiana eat to be this delusional?"
Here is a guaranteed profit method for stock trading for everyone:
First, join various investor chat groups, study stock knowledge seriously, and obtain inside information.
When a group member's stock hits the limit up, be the first to congratulate them and make them send a celebration Red Packet.
When someone's stock hits the limit down, comfort them promptly and make them send a 'change of luck' Red Packet.
Note: You just stay quiet and grab the Red Packets. Never, ever, ever buy stocks!
As long as you do this, your profits will exceed 99.9% of investors.
"Then why did you buy them earlier!"
Bronya's contact with Cocolia had long been cut off; otherwise, Mei wouldn't have allowed her to join the Hyperion so easily.
Kiana meant that since she dared to buy US stocks after cutting contact, she must have had other ways to make money.
Then she saw Bronya murmur in a tone that seemed to have seen through life and death: "So, I lost everything later on..."
Sorrow, unwillingness, regret, and anger mixed together, like a giant melting pot of emotions.
"Nii-san, wu..."
"Come, come, come. Big Brother will give you a hug, give you a hug."
Fuli quickly pulled the teary-eyed little sister who pounced on him into his arms, smoothing her hair to soothe her.
Clearly, it was a very sad thing. But combined with the little sister sobbing ying-ying-ying in his arms, he couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth that kept turning up.
Dying of laughter. This is called 'Scholars burying Qin Shihuang'—everyone falling into the pit.
But he had to hold it in! If he didn't hold it in! Bronya would definitely go berserk!
As the saying goes, only when you go to the toilet without paper do you realize why it's called a "Restroom."
At this moment, Fuli missed the [Vill-V Homemade Mourning Device] he had seen in the System Mall earlier. The powerful metal jaw could physically suppress the wearer's desire to smile, allowing you to maintain a dignified image at all times.
As for that metal mask design that looked like a reanimated Sanxingdui artifact... well, when attending a funeral, there always needs to be a priest crying for the deceased on the side, right?
...