System: My Doomsday Train-Chapter 682 - 308: Is this still a damn train?! (Ask for monthly tickets)_4
"Well, now."
He stopped walking, turned around, and softly said to the Celestial Secret Pavilion Master, "Do you wish for me to have eight children and distribute the resources to me in batches?"
"Or do you want a promise from me." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
"To give the resources to me all at once."
He looked calmly at the Celestial Secret Pavilion Master, patiently awaiting an answer.
He did not hide anything.
He revealed much about the foundation of the Constant Star Train, including its greatest asset, the unlimited upgrade, without any need for concealment. If this matter were leaked, it would naturally create many troubles, but within the train, it couldn’t be hidden, and many people were already aware.
Since he was already at the table, he had to put down a big enough trump card to gain a greater advantage for himself.
...
"..."
At this moment, the Celestial Secret Pavilion Master and the seven people behind him were filled with shock and disbelief. Especially among them, a stunning woman couldn’t help but step forward in agitation and tug at the Pavilion Master’s sleeve.
Afraid that the Pavilion Master would say something to reject.
This potential was something they were completely unaware of.
Without the need for Murphy Stone, as long as there were enough resources, train accessories could be upgraded without limit. This potential was totally SSS-grade, the strongest in the vast universe!
This means that the Constant Star Train could potentially, in a short time, explode in strength to rival the Kasha Civilization.
As long as the resources are sufficient.
The lips of the Celestial Secret Pavilion Master trembled slightly as he tried to maintain composure, but given his mindset and age, he couldn’t completely conceal his shock, putting him at a disadvantage in this negotiation.
This was a sure win gamble.
As long as Chen Mang remains loyal, then this gamble is a guaranteed win.
Eight children.
And a promise.
He did not turn back to ask the opinions of the other seven, as the seven scorching gazes on his back had already told him all the answers. Now he just waited to make his decision. He slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then looked up at Chen Mang with a slight bow.
"We want a promise from you."
"Just one promise, and tens of trillions of resources will be delivered in full within three days."
"It will not be given in batches."
In his mind, giving in batches was not a problem. After all, there wasn’t enough Murphy Stone, and such a vast amount of resources couldn’t be consumed in a short time. Giving in batches wouldn’t affect the Constant Star Train and would be safer.
But now.
It was obvious that giving all at once was more effective for the Constant Star Train.
Since it was already going to be given, and Chen Mang had shown enough sincerity by putting all his trump cards on the table, he naturally wouldn’t hold back, as that would anger the other side and cause more harm than good.
"Alright."
Chen Mang smiled, stepped forward, and helped the "Celestial Secret Pavilion Master" up with both hands: "I give you a promise, standing here today in front of all my confidants, I promise you."
"I, Chen Mang, will never forget this great favor from you in my lifetime."
"If one day, Chen Mang overthrows the rule of the Kasha Civilization, I will certainly protect the Black Tortoise Civilization. As long as I, Chen Mang, am here, the Black Tortoise Civilization will not suffer calamity, and I will vigorously promote the development of the Black Tortoise Civilization, allowing it to rediscover its past glory through means such as population migration."
"How about it?"
"Good, good, good." Two streams of hot tears ran down the eyes of the Celestial Secret Pavilion Master, as if he could already see the future glory of the Black Tortoise Civilization, yet a trace of sorrow flashed in the depths of his eyes.
Father, can you see this?
The "Apocalypse Plan" succeeded. We’ve found a candidate who is perfect in every way!
The glory of the Black Tortoise Civilization is almost guaranteed!
Only...
It’s just that you can’t see it anymore. You so wanted the Black Tortoise Civilization to escape the rule of the Kasha Civilization and restore its former glory. If you could see this, you would surely be very pleased.
"Then shall we... have a casual meal together next?"
"Since both parties have already reached a consensus, let’s chat and get to know each other better?"
After pausing for a while, Chen Mang softly said.
"Alright, just as Chen... Master Mang suggests."
...
The banquet began.
It was held within this city, "Goblin City", a banquet that wasn’t too grand, just a casual meal, where everyone sat together to eat and chat.
Meanwhile, at this gathering.
Old Pig kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, filled with lingering fear. Just a little more and today next year might have been his death anniversary.
The rebuilding of the city on "Water Blue Star" was his full responsibility.
Master Mang hardly inquired into it.
Helping the Goblin Civilization rebuild a city was part of the plan. Initially, he channeled all resources into building "Taiping City", really unwilling to waste resources on "Goblin City".
After all, there were only over 100 goblins, occupying a city was considered wasteful. He thought those 100 goblins could easily be settled in a neighborhood in any city.
However, he still strictly followed the requirements.
Rebuilding this city properly.
Thankfully, he didn’t act on his own little cleverness then, else if Master Mang had brought the Celestial Secret Pavilion Master to "Goblin City" to give a speech only to find it in ruins and shambles, he was sure Master Mang could find some words to continue.
But afterward, he would certainly bear the consequences.
Within the Constant Star Train, there were more and more people now.
Competition was becoming fiercer too.
With one slip, a huge mistake might occur.
The banquet was somewhat oppressive, everyone’s mood wasn’t great. To be precise, most people forced smiles, though the Celestial Secret Pavilion Master and others must have been in excellent spirits. They hadn’t expected their chosen target to be so suitable; recovery was almost certain. How could they not be happy?
