Headmaster Tianxing has always been the supervisor of the Hall of Heroes.

In the past ten thousand years, the Tianxing ancestral land has moved from the Hall of Heroes to the earth. However, as the supervisor, how could the Tianxing leader not have a storage device?

Storage device!

He has it too.

But his storage is just a cubic meter of space.

The heads of the four major clans each have a storage ring, and it is said that the space is one million cubic meters.

Could it be said that Su Mu also has such a storage ring?

How could he know that Su Mu's was not a storage ring, but something countless times more advanced than a storage ring.

Yang Jiyan and others were confused.

What the hell is this imaginary number space?

What is that?

Feng Siming forced himself to calm down.

So what if he has a storage ring?

How many resources can he accumulate?

Thinking of this, he smiled softly again and said in a deep voice:

"Okay, how many things are there in your storage? What should be converted into? U.S. dollars? Or Chinese dollars? Or...resources?"

Su Mu coughed lightly and said calmly:

"Forget it, I'll just suffer a little loss. Let's do the same calculation. I probably own all kinds of art, antiques, jewelry, and diamonds. If all these things are estimated according to the market price, they are probably... two

Trillions of dollars.”

In the bar, the air became still.

Jiang Wangshu, Yu Liuli, and Yu Shishi all looked at Su Mu's back with horrified eyes.

Jiang Wangshu suddenly felt that the 10 billion US dollars in his hands no longer tasted good at all.

What the hell, this is the pocket money my brother gave me out of pity.

Sun Tzu, what if we agreed to share the hardships together and enjoy the blessings together?

How can I accompany you till the end of your life together?

Two trillion dollars?

What is China's GDP per year?

One hundred and fifty trillion.

The unit is Chinese dollars.

Converted to U.S. dollars, that's 25 trillion.

Your words account for one-tenth of the country's annual gross national product?

It's okay for Yang Jiyan and others, after all, they are important figures in the sect.

But the young masters from the major vassal families who followed them were collectively dumbfounded.

Their family is definitely the top existence in this world.

Whose family doesn’t have assets worth tens of billions, hundreds of billions, or even hundreds of billions?

Of course, the unit is Chinese dollars.

What Su Mu said was so scary.

Everyone forgot that they had stripped down to only a pair of underwear, and they all looked directly at Su Mu.

This is a moving gold mountain.

Feng Siming smiled lightly:

"Two trillion US dollars? It doesn't matter. What do you need? Money or resources?"

Everyone present, except Su Mu, was completely numb.

Where am I?

What am I doing?

I'm just listening to fantasy.

But, is this adult kidding?

Obviously not.

Well, I'm a frog in the well.

Su Mu coughed slightly again and said with a smile:

"To me, money is just paper to wipe my ass, so I need resources. Of course, you can't give them to me now, but you have to give me an IOU, and I will slowly collect the debt from you in the future."

Feng Siming smiled reservedly:

"Okay, I'll...!"

"Don't worry."

Su Mu winked at him and said:

"I haven't finished speaking yet. I still have some gold on me that hasn't been priced yet."

Feng Siming didn't know why, but his heart skipped a beat.

gold?

He had a very bad feeling.

It seems that there is not much gold on the earth, right?

There aren't many reserves either.

But why do I feel so frightened?

He forced himself to calm down and asked:

"Let's talk about it together, how much gold do you have?"

Su Mu deliberately counted on his fingers and then said:

"Twenty-four thousand in total."

Feng Siming suddenly breathed a sigh of relief:

"Twenty-four thousand taels? Haha, I'll give you fifty thousand taels."

Su Mu said in surprise:

"Who told you that the unit is two? I mean boxes, twenty-four thousand boxes."

Feng Siming looked at Su Mu in shock.

Yang Jiyan, Pei Mingqiu and others were also trembling with fear, looking at Su Mu as if looking at a devil.

Twenty-four thousand boxes?

gold?

According to the volume of gold, one box must be at least several tons, right?

This is another terrifying fortune.

Yang Jiyan and others couldn't help but secretly rejoice.

Fortunately, there was an enemy... No, a kind-hearted adult was there to support them.

They looked at each other knowingly, and then quickly looked away at the same time.

Feng Siming's expression became cold, he stared at Su Mu and said:

"How many are in a box?"

Su Mu raised one hand and made an eight sign.

Feng Siming's face darkened:

"Eight tons?"

Su Mu laughed wildly with great pride:

"Hahahahaha, it's 800 tons, one box of 800 tons, a total of 24,000 boxes, more than 20 million tons, the total value exceeds 120 billion US dollars, hahaha, not surprised, not surprised

surprise?"

Feng Siming's eyes darkened.

Before he could fall, Yang Jihan and more than a hundred people behind him fell to the ground with a puff.
To be continued...