Chapter 1819 Feudal Insects and Slave Leaders

"Where did you get the information?" Li Cang looked An'er up and down. "Before you met me, you always called the three world lines blind spots. Can this obscure knowledge point be supplemented?"

An'er took out a pair of glasses and put them on. He adjusted the legs of the glasses, and the mirror reflected a strange light: "Because, I have touched that field! And what you saw is not the real subspace!"

"Little coin?"

"Okay, it's like this."

Hismore An'er's little trick successfully aroused Li Cang's interest. He was excited: "In theory, this is almost impossible, unless"

Unless the Picky Fang returns to its original stage.

Unless the Lord of the Nest is in its prime.

Otherwise, the so-called subspace door cannot be touched by ordinary jump channels alone. Without this road, how can you find the house number?

"What if I tell you that I only need you to provide an anchor point that you think is closest to those coordinates, Lord Li Cang, where do you think would be more suitable?"

"Of course it's Fantasy Island. Damn, do you know about the Fantasy Island Chain?"

"What is the Fantasy Island Chain?"

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Li Cang always speaks out his thoughts at inappropriate times. This habit is hard to change. Perhaps it's the sequelae of the alcohol test.

Damn, I should sober up before coming back.

Li Cang looked up and down at the thing in the glass jar: "I can't feel any fresh breath of life on it. It hasn't been endowed yet, but it moved last time. Is it your trick?"

An Er was angry and refused to answer the question. His expression vividly expressed his contempt for a guy who only spoke half of the words.

Li Cang smiled: "Okay, there is indeed such a place called Fantasy Island Chain that meets your expectations, but it is my private property-"

"I, I, I, I am also your private property, you, you, you can't favor one over the other!"

Li Cang pinched his eyebrows: "Business is very serious, don't be timi bullshit!"

"I have no money! I, I, I asked you to come here to get sponsorship!" His Majesty An Er was really dumbfounded this time, feeling like being bitten by a dog. After pretending to think, he hit the ball straight: "Can I pay off my gambling debt with my body? Look, I am still charming, and my claws are big and long enough. It's good for you and me. It's a win-win situation. It's a win-win situation!"

Your Majesty An Er has done enough homework to learn so many jargons.

Li Cang said nothing, squinting his eyes and repeatedly examining the experimental subject with three-phase anchoring. Hismore An'er was full of expectation and affection, as if he was being judged. The surrounding experimental personnel and various types of small fish and salted fish looked suffocated, and they were afraid of hitting their heels when they farted.

"Five hundred million!" Li Cang stamped his teeth and bit his feet, "Shh, don't make noise, for these five hundred million, I want to see the use report of each coin, and I want to see this thing move again and have preliminary combat execution capabilities!"

"Five hundred million? Only five hundred million? Less than one-tenth! Is there such a bargain? Five hundred million is not enough for this girl @#￥%...\u0026..."

Seeing An'er jumping and cursing without restraint, Li Cang finally let go of his hanging heart. This mental state can be often seen in both himself and Chengbei Xugong, usually meaning that she can really do it, but

It costs more!

"Reducing costs is also part of the threshold. Mr. Hismoore An'er, you don't want me to think that there is something wrong with your technology, right?"

"How is that possible!"

"It's just 500 million, and there will be no follow-up. If the sixth draft does not meet my expectations, you should prepare to sell Monroe to pay off your debts, including the investment I have given you before, and all the interest will be recalculated!"

"Okay, okay! What autonomy! What ideology! Bah! You liar! This world is so cold and thin, this society is so desperate that only extreme leftism is ideology, and the rest is business? I don't think you want to invest at all! You just want to eat me and Monroe up! You feudal insect! Slave owner!"

It has to be said that the scene of His Majesty An'er, the chief Monroe speaker of the Hismoore family, who is the head of the feudal slavery, denouncing Li Cang, a feudal insect slave owner, is indeed quite impactful. From this, we can see how angry our little comrade An'er is, and he has lost his mind.

"Just tell me whether you will do it or not!"

"Do it!"

Hismore An'er gritted his teeth, his tone sounding like he was cursing.

Of course, An'er did not forget to spare no effort to strongly recommend her Storm Red and Unit-01 plans to her sponsors, and even took out a plan with a very concise timeline and clear and orderly steps.

Li Cang did not even glance at it.

This little girl is so short of money that she is plucking the feathers of a passing goose. God knows how many copies of this plan she has made, and how many people's wallets she wants to steal. The key is that her stuff is simply not something that can be reached by the current amount of funds. It is a bottomless pit.

"Take it away, the abacus beads are falling on my face! What is Storm Red Unit-01? Please bear your own profits and losses, but if you use a coin of this money on it, I will pack up your semi-finished product and auction it directly on the forum!"

"You you you!"

"I don't have the money, but I do have some ideas. Wait for Big Wang to come back in a few days, and I will ask him to give you a constructed doll for reference. Of course, there will be no original code entries, only the finished product!"

"Got it!"

Having raised 500 million yuan in investment and unexpectedly obtained references, Heathmore Aner was overjoyed and focused on introducing the various technical prospects and monetization capabilities in the laboratory to Li Cang. From her tone, it seemed that as long as Li Cang was willing to invest money, this laboratory would become a money printing factory in minutes, even more magical than the Timi Transformers.

Li Cang pinched his brows: "You can't just eat whoever you want like this, you have to--"

Hearing this, His Majesty An'er immediately showed Tifa's disdain again as if he had succeeded: "You think I don't understand business, but in fact you don't understand politics, let alone the ways of the world. If Monroe has a self-reliant means of cashing in, do you think I will be in trouble or you will be in more trouble?"

Li Cang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized: "Tsk, your old Deng is really a wonderful person!"

"Why do you insult people?"

The one who was insulted was of course not old Hismoor, but our His Majesty An'er, so Hismoor An'er angrily ended this highly purposeful talent show and looked at the time: "Wesker has prepared a good humped cattle feast, shall we go now?"

"Well, the humped cattle business is very good. Have you considered using this to subsidize your family by slaughtering the trash around the base?"

Hismoor An'er was speechless. She was naturally uninterested in such a thing without any technical content and didn't want to care about it at all.

Okay, okay, I dressed up carefully but you turned a blind eye, and I racked my brains to prepare the project but you pretended to be deaf and dumb

Yes, I can tolerate all these.

But you showed such great interest in a cow with a tumor

Isn't it a bit too much?

Isn't it a bit insulting?

Your Majesty An Er suddenly looked back and found that although the money and references were in hand, everything was exactly the same as his expectations. Master An, who had been busy all day, worked in vain, and Timi was also angry in vain. What's more infuriating is that she could have gotten these without doing this, so what was the problem?

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