1141: Chapter 1127: The Cruel New World 1141: Chapter 1127: The Cruel New World Vacations are always pleasant but brief, and at this mont, Lu Ping’an once again began to busy himself with the future.
“…Procurent has been rather smooth.
We got the water facilities at cost from others.
But there’s still a markup of at least thirty percent, not just because of the military label but mainly due to the good developnt prospects of rcury 42, which has driven up the prices of related materials…”
Longyue Island has already entered sumr, or rather, two-thirds of its year belongs to the warm breeze and the vicious sun.
And on the tropical island, the team inevitably fell into a bit of slackness…especially when Lu, acting as the boss, spent his days in flip-flops, Hawaiian shirts, and shorts, paired with sunglasses, exuding the air of the king of salted fish.
Lu Ping’an didn’t crack down on this behavior; on the contrary, he laughed and turned a blind eye.
Lu Ping’an actually enjoyed the ergence of this “vacation ntality”.
He had always been adjusting the team’s rhythm, making most people think of Earth as a place for vacation and the Exotic Realm as a place for hard work.
In this process, not only did he lead by slacking off, but he also tried not to make those salaried “workers” work overti.
Lu might not be a qualified boss, but he was a senior part-tir.
At least he knew an annoying boss would only waste resources, and part-tirs can only give their all when provided with enough resources.
“Has the bonus been distributed?
How have most people spent it?”
“Resources and bonuses were distributed a while ago.
According to recent statistics, more than fifty percent of personnel and resources have been invested in self-improvent, which is undoubtedly a good trend.
It shows that everyone has a lot of confidence in our team and is willing to invest resources for greater gains…”
This was undoubtedly good news.
When the future was uncertain, people tended to conserve finance, but if everyone had positive expectations for future earnings, naturally they would increase their spending, especially on self-improvent.
On Lu Ping’an’s side, of course, he would provide the basic “combat resources”, such as various naval combat resources, equipnt, and even vouchers for free naval combat and diving packages…..but if it were a “normal team”, there would naturally be those who earnestly prepared and those who slacked off, with many returning to the fold on the last day before the battle.
But on Lu’s team, most people had accepted the full set of naval combat training and even spent their own money on various extra materials and resources to increase their chances of survival.
As far as Lu Ping’an knew, items like “Underwater Breathing Amulets”, “Anti-Harpoon Tricks”, and “Water Elent Absorption Shields”, although supplied by the team, were privately purchased by many in sets and boxes.
This undoubtedly made Lu Ping’an breathe a sigh of relief.
It seed not only he had entered the stage of combat preparation but also most of the team had begun to actively adjust their mindset.
“…Do they have any needs?”
“Their main need is to have a ‘Newborn’ before they leave.”
“…I’ll do my best.
My schedule is also packed.”
The “blessing business” that Lu Ping’an ran was booming.
Yet, considering the virtually unlimited demand, he was still on the journey.
Lu Ping’an flipped through the account book and the orders, then nodded in satisfaction.
His operation was a mobile, large-scale logistics warehouse and store, but at the sa ti, it also served as a part-ti base for agriculture, dicine, and industrial production.
The bosses among the Lin Nu, after realizing the strategic value on Lu Ping’an’s side, imdiately placed new orders, trying to use his services for transporting materials, producing supplies, and eting logistical needs…
Lu Ping’an painfully declined most of them, because no matter how tempting the prices they offered now, they were still “Earth prices”.
Once he really got to the Exotic Realm and sold directly to front-line warriors, the profit margin would be on the level of adding a zero.
He was also clearing and adjusting his inventory in preparation for the opening of his “store” in the Exotic Realm.
“Have you confird with them?
We are always an ard rchant group, primarily focusing on logistics and trade.
It’s fine to occasionally undertake so simple rescue and combat missions, but if they seriously start using us as a front-line battle group, we are bound to fail.”
Lu Ping’an had a clear understanding of his group’s positioning: a newcor warrior group with insufficiently deep experience, a battlefield speculator with a priority of “reaping benefits.”
At least until it’s confird that “the battlefield offers enough benefits to reap” and that “they can thrive in the new environnt,” the Rebirth Business Group remained a logistics provider.
“…Indeed, it is a battlefield with the presence of Quasi-Gods…”
On the other hand, when Lu Ping’an had unlocked the Great Gate of the local high-level powers through “Resurgence,” he was naturally regarded as one of them.
As a result, he got his hands on the “front-line information” that should have been received after setting off.
He flipped through it briefly and so expected facts were laid out in front of everyone.
Unlike the minor skirmishes in previous border worlds, rcury 42 was a true near first-line world, so naturally, the caliber and combat power of the contenders were not to be ntioned in the sa breath.
Both enemies and allies included Rule-level combat powers appearing on the battlefield and even real Quasi-Gods, along with similar tier formidable life forms.
When the entire world becos a battlefield, there are no novice periods or safe zones in real combat, and it’s within reason to encounter a big boss…
In such an environnt, the risks and rewards are trendous, but adopting a relatively conservative and steady developnt strategy would significantly increase the survival rate.
After all, nuclear weapons often aim at each other, and Quasi-Gods are restrained by other Quasi-Gods.
Not running around wildly on the battlefield and not drawing hatred is always the first priority for living longer.
Considering that his current “friends” might be the future “allied forces” leaders, in these days, Lu Ping’an also strengthened his interactions with them and incidentally received a lot of frontline news.
“…The planet has been torn into several pieces?”
Reality is often more brutal than storybooks.
Not every resistance army can win the final victory.
At least the residents of rcury 42 have decreased to less than 1% of their original number…
They went from an overwhelming ethnic group in the hundreds of millions to a “minority.”
The indigenous people are a tall species with long arms and legs, with fins on their limbs.
Although they are amphibious, in reality, they are very adept at swimming and diving.
The Blo people, or the “Long Hand Clan,” is the na given by Earthlings.
They once had a glorious civilization…
At least three hundred years ago, they had begun outer space exploration and deep sea developnt, being a powerful species simultaneously advancing in technology, psychic abilities, and supernatural forces.
But clearly, they took the wrong path; it might have been a research error, or they might just have been unlucky and caught the attention of an Evil God.
In any case, their world faced the invasion of Alien Invaders.
Due to the abundant natural resources of their Plane and its relative “high magic,” Rule-level combat powers intervened directly, resulting in the classic maneuvers of Godzilla fighting against tanks…
The local residents, after seemingly going through a bloody resistance that was both heroic and futile, were kicked directly back to the agricultural era.
When Earthlings beca involved, the first they ca into contact with were those Alien Invaders, even mistaking them for the natives.
And just by looking at these blueprints and data, while feeling the tragedy and bloodshed, Lu Ping’an also spotted so familiar faces…
“There are those Fishn again, and…
octopuses?”
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