For those who contribute to the Spirit Beast Gang, the highest reward is fifty thousand dollars plus material prizes, while the encouragement award, initiated by Master Fuli, starts at ten thousand dollars, with a maximum of one hundred thousand.
As for the apprentices at the Homeless House, with the inauguration of the awards ceremony, each beast gets an extra leg of lamb in their bowl, and herbivores receive fifty pounds of forage as a reward, with over ten million poured in.
"They exchange Dollar for Xia Country currency, and for the shopping matters, kindly ask Grandma to follow up, so they don't get swindled by those rogue dolphins into buying cups..."
Seated in the meeting room, on the boss chair, patting his belly, Master Fuli side-eyed Grandma Hedgehog and said with a smile.
Although the Spirit Beasts have gained intelligence, from a certain angle, they are still somewhat naive, or simply innocent. And yet, amongst them, there are many old-timers like Grandma Hedgehog who have ventured into society early.
Issuing Dollars to the Spirit Beasts, aside from Old Lin directly transferring Dollars, Master Fuli's larger concern is the Hall Masters encountering scams.
"Alright, I'll record their deposits in the ledger and calculate interest based on an annual rate of three percent," said Grandma Hedgehog, accepting Master Fuli's commission with a wave of her hand.
This evening's gains far exceeded Grandma's expectations; she completely underestimated the broad connections of Master Fuli.
With affordable sources for procurement upfront, and later breaking through the import-export channels of the European continent, even acquiring Soviet and American, and French machineries. Miyel's reach was beyond Grandma Hedgehog's expectations.
Miyel is quite a heavyweight, a representative among the capitalists.
"Old Feng..."
After dealing with the company's affairs, Master Fuli looked towards Feng Wenyu, who was seated on the side sofa, listening in, and waved them over: "You guys should know the stuff about the research ship better than Grandma Hedgehog, go on, tell me."
"They're searching for a meteorite, according to the data recorded by our satellite monitoring, it's a flesh meteorite."
Hearing Master Fuli's inquiry, Feng Wenyu explained what he knew: "A meteorite with an exterior covered by a similar metallic shell, damaged. It emits a red bloody glow. Uh...very, very fantastical, possibly a relic from the [Era of Ultra-Primal God Tribe]."
"Our task is to cause some trouble and obstruct the search, but there's no need for major conflicts; the Security Bureau's database holds relevant records, not worth the blood and life sacrifice to seize it."
"The core of the mission is to use low-cost consumption to impede the enemy and hinder their easy acquisition of the 'meteorite'."
Feng Wenyu spoke leisurely: "Led by the Longevity Club, research institutions have deployed sonar detectors in the ocean, with various types; single-beam detectors are fifty thousand each, if it's a deep-sea detector, the cost might reach over ten million."
"Within there are tens of thousands or million-level shallow geosphere profiling devices. The leaders of those research ships probably dream of wondering where their sonar went."
The Security Bureau offers five thousand per unit for sonar recovery, whether given to the Spirit Beast Gang or fishermen.
The fleets under Grandma Hedgehog generally band together to the sea during suppressive actions or poor market conditions, primarily focusing on salvaging oceanographic survey sonars to earn some government subsidies for household maintenance.
Those research ships hung striking red banners on both sides of the hull: [No copper in sonar, pointless to salvage], which was hilariously stated, leaving them flustered.
However, the "fishermen" don't care, following closely behind them all the way, sometimes, sonars haven't even touched the water before being caught by fishing nets in the air.
Now, because of the Spirit Beast Gang, the Security Bureau can invite the Orca Family through the Spirit Beast Gang, and under the Orca's command, there are lots of rogue hybrid dolphins.
The Security Bureau is having a blast recovering detectors priced in the millions.
The Spirit Beast Gang inflicted a direct economic loss on Longevity Club members amounting to 3 billion to 5 billion dollars.
"With such losses, just one destroyer? Not even bringing in frigates to boil the sea?" Master Fuli asked with confusion.
"The destroyer is not guarding against the Spirit Beast Gang, rather against the electronic surveillance ship behind them," Feng Wenyu clarified to Master Fuli: "The meteorite's fall location...how should I put it?"
"They are not a military-industrial complex; they essentially belong to a pharmaceutical consortium, causing limited influence on the American military side, um...those few destroyers are simply out to earn a side income, splitting the profits internally to enjoy bubble baths."
The meaning in Feng Wenyu's words, summarized, is merely four words: [Collusion and Misappropriation].
Because of the business order reason, the support destroyers can provide research ships is limited to deterrence.
"This thing can run business orders?" Master Fuli asked with a completely confused look.
"America is rich, not necessarily Americans are rich; American soldiers receive four sets of uniforms per year, if damaged, soldiers need to buy them themselves, eight hundred Dollars per set," Feng Wenyu said with a cheerful look: "High tech, you know!"
"Even during missions, if you lose equipment during the period, it is assumed you sold it, and you must compensate."
"Running business orders is quite normal, their war department's official website even has applications for fighter airplane tours, if the Dollar weight is right, you can make aerial displays."
Master Fuli: "......"
The old masters made money, the agents want to profit too, huh? Why don't they just display QR codes then?
The outrageous extent of the capitalists directly amused Master Fuli.
But he could hear an underlying unsaid subtext in Feng Wenyu's words: As long as the destroyer can move, hasn't sunk, or broken the sky, the masters and agents would all come out to cover things up.
A destroyer running business orders.
If this issue were exposed, not to mention the agents, the masters' positions would be unstable, the consortium bosses behind the masters would unhesitatingly abandon them.
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The awards ceremony ended, and Master Fuli also confirmed with Feng Wenyu the reason for the disputes on the high seas, guessing what transpired.
It can only be said the King is still exerting force, the two old men as capitalists relentlessly exploiting the King of the Universe.
That meteorite likely was a [Metallic Life Form] refined by Old Li in collaboration with Unos.
True con, letting the turtle stretch its neck, give it a slice, and chop off its evil-headed mutt.
"Going home to sleep!"
Master Fuli gently shook his head, for now, putting aside the meteorite battle, waiting for Old Li's notification when it's time for a massacre.
Master Fuli hopped onto Lin Ying's shoulder, appearing like a scarf lazily draping over it, swinging its tail, riding a black business car heading towards Changxi Town.
Lin Shu loaded the [Chain Air Cavalry] into a vehicle, and dragged it back to be stationed in Changxi Town.
"Master Fuli, good night～" Lin Ying placed Master Fuli at her doorstep, patted the small fox's head and smiled bidding farewell.
"Mm, you should get to sleep early too!"
Before parting, Master Fuli cheerfully bobbed up, nudged Lin Ying's cheek with the muzzle, bidding farewell with a smile.
The small fox graciously ambled home.
The house was brightly lit, Yu Zhenghong and Chen Peipei were seated in the air-conditioned living room, spreading out a large amount of tea leaves on a round sieve, selecting through the tea leaves.
Once the tea leaves have been manufactured and delivered to tea merchants, they aren't sold directly; they need further sorting, grading, and removing tea fragments before being deemed a finished tea product.
"Master Fuli, you've returned!" Yu Zhenghong exclaimed with joy seeing Master Fuli return, set aside the sieve in his hand, and invited Master Fuli to the shrine, speaking with solemn ceremony:
"The current situation is special, excuse my lack of filial piety, unable to offer incense and fire to Master Fuli, but I do have tributes!"
Yu Zhenghong rummaged around his front, pulling out a transparent plastic bag about 8 grams in weight, just the weight for one brew of tea, and placed it in front of Master Fuli.
"Hmm?"
Noticing the edges of the tea leaves turning red, large leaves, the tips drooping like a bird's beak, Master Fuli paused, glanced at Old Deng with inquiry:
"Isn't this the tea I gave to Old Chen?"
"You pilfered his tea leaves, didn't he beat you to death?"