System: My Doomsday Train-Chapter 797 - 327: Foundation Level Killing Weapon. (Requesting Monthly Tickets) _5
"It’s not a loan."
"No need to repay."
"Master Mang has been too busy recently, so he hasn’t paid attention to this matter. I just spoke with him, and indeed, there should be some complete retirement procedures on the train."
"Thanks to Master Mang, thank you, Master Mang."
Er Dan’s eyes reddened, and his hands trembled slightly as he took the check, his voice shaking: "I didn’t expect Master Mang to still remember me."
He used to drink shoulder to shoulder with Master Mang.
But...
So much time has passed, and now both sides don’t stand on the same level anymore. Meeting Master Mang now, he simply can’t relax like he used to.
"Don’t worry."
Ai smiled and said, "Your AI is my friend. With this relationship, what are you afraid of? Be bold and do it! There’s no way you’ll lose, is there?"
"Master Mang said we can have a drink together when he has time."
"I’ll go inside first."
"Contact me if you need anything."
"Okay, okay..."
Er Dan watched the backs of Ai and the others leaving, took a deep breath, raised his arm to rub his eyes, and then looked up to the sky as if he felt Master Mang’s gaze. He stuffed the check into his chest and strode away.
Human civilization!
He must make a name for himself in human civilization!
Human civilization is thriving now, and he believes he can definitely do it, especially with Master Mang’s favor.
However...
This is his only chance. If he loses again next time, he won’t have the face to ask Master Mang again. Although if he asks, Master Mang will likely still give him, but it would feel like self-humiliation.
...
Recently, quite a few people have retired from the Constant Star Train, leaving the front lines and finding their place within civilization.
As the train continues to develop.
Many people can no longer find their place on the Constant Star.
The Constant Star is developing too swiftly.
Not everyone can keep up.
The original residents of the Constant Star, needless to say, have all retired long ago. Only Cyberminers remain, while others like Zhang Yiren have retired early. Yet, they still often return to the Constant Star Train.
On the one hand, it’s about emotions.
On the other hand, not everyone has the opportunity to go to the Constant Star Train; it’s a kind of dimension reduction promotion.
For example. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
You have a competitor who occasionally pops over to the Celestial Palace. What do you feel inside? There’s no use competing, even though the Celestial Palace doesn’t offer any obvious support, it’s enough.
Let alone saying.
If you play dirty, you’ll understand why the Celestial Palace is called the Celestial Palace.
"It’s really nice."
The dwarf man stood at the entrance of a store in Taiping City, looking from afar at President Ai’s group entering the park, without going over to greet them, just murmuring wistfully, recalling the time he had a connection with Master Mang.
Master Mang even sent them resources at one point.
He even played with them in Neon City.
But as time flies, many relationships gradually fade into memories. Master Mang hasn’t looked for him in a long time, and he naturally won’t awkwardly reach out, only feeling dazed when recalling those memories.
Only a few years have passed.
Yet it feels like many years have gone by.
Just at that moment—
The shop’s welcoming cat chirped as it sensed someone: "Welcome!"
"Coming, coming."
The dwarf man quickly withdrew his gaze, smiling as he stepped forward: "Feel free to look around."
That’s right.
This is his store.
A "figurine store."
Selling various figurines.
But soon, when he recognized the visitor, he pursed his lips: "Why is it you? I thought there was a customer, got excited for nothing."
The young man standing in front of him is a friend he made during Doomsday. When Master Mang came to deliver resources to him, he also sent some to this guy.
This guy is impressive!
He once gave Master Mang an "oxygen generator", and because of this connection, he reaped quite a few benefits later.
"It’d be a miracle if there were customers."
The young man sighed deeply, looking at the large figurines of women in the store: "How many times have I told you not to imagine market preferences based on your personal likes? Nobody wants to buy these three-meter-tall woman figurines."
"Even if you like them, why not use them to attract customers and sell some smaller figurines?"
"You don’t understand. My niche is vertical enough. Instead of being a small fish in a big pond, I’m the king of a small pond. The reason there aren’t people is because the niche is tiny. There are hardly any potential clients. If people come, they can sustain you for three years."
"That’s not a vertical niche; it’s a niche from hell."
"Forget it."
The young man waved his hand, not dwelling on this topic, but looked seriously at the dwarf man: "I’ve found a good project recently. Do you want to join? I think you’ll be interested."
"What kind of project?"
"Women’s Country."
The young man leaned over and whispered in the dwarf man’s ear: "Haven’t you seen the women from Black Tortoise Star? They’re all lively and beautiful, and most importantly, once they reach a certain cultivation level, they don’t need to relieve themselves!"
"A fairy who doesn’t have to go to the bathroom; do you know how appealing that is?"
"Quite a few women from Cultivation Civilizations come to our Water Blue Star. They’ve seen our prosperity and refuse to leave, starting to look for jobs everywhere. My idea was to create a Women’s Country with..."
After a moment.
The dwarf man hesitated slightly, having understood the gist: "How much money would we need to start? I may not have enough."
