Picking Up Supreme Treasures in the Dream Realm-Chapter 764 - 422. The Reverence of Iron Fist People 2

What surprised the director was that Yang Fan actually took quite some time, looking at every photo repeatedly.

Director Chang sensed something was off and couldn't help but ask, "Is there a problem?"

Yang Fan pondered for a moment and said, "There might be an even larger extreme cold cyclone that hasn't appeared yet."

Director Chang was stunned for a moment and asked, "How big is this extreme cold cyclone?"

Yang Fan thought for a moment and said, "The extreme cold cyclones in Guangren City and Xiumei City, as well as these five extreme cold cyclones, should all be considered small cyclones.

"The larger extreme cold cyclone I'm talking about is likely a medium-sized cyclone, with a scope at least equal to that of six or more small cyclones."

Director Chang pressed further, "A medium cyclone? Is there even a possibility of a large cyclone?"

Yang Fan nodded, "It's just speculation, but based on the current situation, the likelihood of large extreme cold cyclones appearing in the future is very high."

Director Chang's expression was grave, "That's really bad news."

Half an hour later.

Global stock markets underwent another widespread decline.

This was because Great Xia had announced to the world the news of medium and large extreme cold cyclones.

The announcement clearly stated that the frost disasters brought by medium and large extreme cold cyclones are more terrifying, resulting in even more drastic cooling.

The stock market of the Carmenia Federation, which had just stabilized, unsurprisingly collapsed.

Because people are fundamental.

If a country's civilians were to die en masse, would the stock market still have meaning?

Obviously not!

Inside a greenhouse in Jindu City.

Ling Shuiling smiled and gave her boyfriend a thumbs up, "You're amazing, crashing the global stock market with just one sentence."

Yang Fan was firm in his refusal to take the blame, "What does this have to do with me? What must come, will come."

The female secretary switched topics, "Many new agricultural companies' stocks in the country have fallen a lot, but our Celestial Star Agriculture has actually risen by nearly 3%. Each share is now 86 dollars.

"The company's market value has increased by several hundred billion, and I feel the company should give you a billion-dollar red envelope to match what you said."

Yang Fan shook his head, "You're overthinking."

The group of directors sent by the Silver Group are all shrewd, how could they casually agree to give away so much money?

Ling Shuiling stifled a laugh, "Now some online are calling you the 'Wind Master'. I feel many people are buying our company's stock just to seek blessings from you, the Wind Master, as a form of psychological comfort."

Director Chang surprisingly nodded seriously, "I feel the same way."

Yang Fan was amused and exasperated, "That's ridiculous."

The Wind Master is a deity from ancient Great Xia mythology who controls the wind and has a significant impact on the climate.

The reason for the Wind Master nickname is clearly due to Yang Fan's divine-like performance in predicting frost disasters.

* 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Primordial World.

Sea of Death Black Sand.

Inside the World Gate passage of the Iron Fist Civilization.

Gabalabas walked at the front of the team, watching the torrent composed of shattered images roar past.

He was the leader of this exchange team, and it was also his second time entering the Primordial World.

Although Gabalabas was a high-rank warrior, he had never imagined that one day he would be appointed as the leader, leading nineteen team members into the Primordial World.

Because among the many high-rank warriors of the Iron Fist Civilization, his strength was not prominent, ranking outside the top five hundred.

And the process of being selected left Gabalabas a bit incredulous even now.

Lord Guardian, who guarded the World Gate, asked him only two questions before personally appointing him as the leader.

The first question: "You and Gaba Muda come from the same underground city, right?"

At that time, Gabalabas was a bit baffled.

Wasn't Gaba Muda dead from an exploration mission? Why would the Guardian ask such a question?

But he dared not ask, only nodding, "Yes, Lord."

Both came from the same place, hence their names both began with "Gaba".

The second question: "I heard you had a good relationship with Gaba Muda, didn't you?"

Gabalabas replied, "Yes."

The Guardian glanced at him and said mildly, "Then this time, you shall be the leader."

At that time, Gabalabas was dumbfounded.

It was only later that he found out that Gaba Muda did not die in the Black Sand Sea but was saved by a strong person from the Canglan Civilization.

Very soon.

The end of the spatial passage arrived.

Gabalabas stopped walking, turned around, and looked at the dozen or so team members.

He took a deep breath and a bit nervously said, "Lord Guardian mentioned that the Canglan Civilization might be a civilization world adjacent to our World Group.

"Due to some coincidence, the World Gate of the Canglan People happens to be very close to our World Gate.

"The Canglan Ghost is just a high-rank warrior, but his combat power can rival that of a Knight Level warrior.

"From this, it's clear the strength of the Canglan Civilization must be much greater than the Iron Fist Civilization.

"So this time going to the Canglan Civilization, everyone must be as cautious as possible, but we also should not show weakness or disgrace the Iron Fist Civilization."

All the Iron Fist People nodded in agreement.

Gabalabas waved his right hand, "Then let's set out!"

He pulled down his metal visor and was the first to step into the light curtain at the end of the passage.

The next moment.

"Woo~"

The howling of the fierce wind could be heard.

"Swoosh~ Swoosh~"

All-encompassing black sand instantly swept in, striking the armor with numerous fine clattering sounds.

With a "clang", Gabalabas drew his giant sword, squinting to recognize the direction, and walked to the right-front.

This direction was where Lord Guardian had previously met with the Canglan Ghost.

As agreed, the Canglan Ghost would receive them over there.

The other Iron Fist People quickly dispersed, forming a loose formation with twenty meters between each two.