No one knows how Kolev could not sleep for the past three days.
He had vaguely seen it before
That transparent spaceship, that transparent spacecraft with particle transmission, that Feinan spacecraft that he had devoted his efforts to build for five or six years!
It casually broke through the Cass Federation's garbage planetary defense system.
Kolev eagerly wanted to board it and see what kind of strange technology this spaceship that had been 'blessed' by an advanced civilization had.
'That's the most awesome pirate ship ever dreamed of.'
Kolev repeated this in his mind.
But three days later, in the living room of the manor, Kolev looked at Yang Ming who entered through the main entrance and changed into a decent suit, and the two metal tickets that Yang Ming handed to him...
"Didn't we set off on your boat?" Kolev blinked.
Yang Ming smiled and said: "This is not a secret operation. We must make our trajectory clear and followable. And from now on, I am your nephew, Uncle Hatton."
"Oh, this!"
Kolev clutched the metal nameplate and shouted angrily: "Let me go up and have a look!"
"Where?" Yang Ming asked knowingly.
"Your ship!"
Kolev's eyes were blazing: "Let me broaden your horizons, and I won't take it from you."
"So that's it," Yang Ming looked at Kolev with a smile, "Don't worry, Uncle Hatton. When we get to the place, we have enough time. Now it's time to leave for the space port. I'll take an automatic taxi and be here in an hour.
Pick us up.”
"oh!"
Kolev gritted his teeth for a while: "We will transmit it directly. Is there any difficulty in this?"
"There are indeed difficulties."
Yang Ming explained in a low voice:
"Only I can complete particle transmission, and that machine can only bind one person. There are no changes inside the spacecraft, except that there is an additional transmission machine, a host that accommodates the photon brain, and several instruments to increase concealment. Others
It’s still the same.”
"Okay," Kolev shrugged, "I'm not looking forward to it that much."
"They... they don't want to directly disrupt the balance of the galaxy," Yang Ming explained. "The benefits they gave me are actually very limited. The real benefits will come later, after I can officially inherit this legacy."
Kolev cheered up and looked at the metal plate in his hand.
"Let me see where you want to go, my dear nephew. Tsk, Fallen Wind Empire? Where is that place?"
"The vassal state of the Sherman Empire, in the first spiral arm of the Milky Way, has eleven administrative stars and one hundred and two resource stars. Six of the administrative stars are in high poverty. The political environment is very complicated. There is currently a coup.
The possibility is the wrestling field between the New Confederacy and the Sherman Empire."
Yang Ming introduced it like a treasure trove:
"I have prepared a strategy on the way here. From here, we have to change planes twice."
"Where are you going to get an administrative star?" Kolev thought seriously.
"Yes, and we don't necessarily need an administrative star. A resource star that can barely accommodate people can also be used. This way, there will be more options to choose from."
Yang Ming answered briskly, walked to the floor mirror, and looked at himself in the mirror.
A decent suit, trimmed short hair, a face that is quite attractive even without the stubble, and strong muscles that are temporarily suppressed by the suit, making this suit bulge.
"Do I look like a rich second generation?" Yang Ming asked.
"It's not like that," Kolev gloomily set up his butler robot, "your eyes are too murderous, Yang Ming, and there are no signs of wine and sex draining your body between your eyebrows. This will make other young men subconsciously treat you.
To generate hostility, you need to temper this part of your edge."
Yang Ming frowned slightly and kept thinking about this fatal question.
Kolev asked: "Do I need to buy new potions?"
"I have prepared two years' worth of supplies myself," Yang Ming said. "With that transmission machine, it is very convenient for me to go to the black market."
Kolev thought for a few minutes: "We need a perfect identity concealment. Turmoil is about to break out there, and smart investors will not invest there."
"The Luofeng Empire was supposed to be very wealthy," Yang Ming explained. "Its first star produced a special composite mineral that could produce the core parts of coating machines and protective shields. A steady stream of businessmen went there for this composite mineral.
.It has been exploited by the Sherman Empire for years, and has recently become a dumping ground for new Confederate goods. Their royal family is corrupt and incompetent."
"Oh yes!"
Kolev immediately thought of something: "Rhodium-6 ring for the guide tube!"
Yang Ming smiled and said: "At any time, there are businessmen trying to get a piece of the pie, and so are we. But I suggest, Uncle Hatton, that you invest in building a downstream supporting factory."
"Yes, we don't have that much capital to shake up the existing market for rhodium-6 rings."
Kolev thought carefully.
He suddenly woke up and looked up at Yang Ming: "No, why should I invest? I work for you, and you still have to pay me a salary!"
"This is investment advice," Yang Ming shrugged, "I have limited funds here. If you don't want to invest there, I will return the one million to you later."
Kolev immediately beamed.
Yang Ming smiled and said: "Then I will ask you to borrow three million new federal coins to invest in building a factory."
"No way! Don't even think about it!"
Kolev held up the civilization stick and shouted: "I am the only one who robs others, no one has ever robbed me! No one!"
Then;
Half an hour later.
Ding dong!
Yang Ming looked at the successful payment interface on his dial and blinked his right eye at Kolev.
Kolev raised his hand to cover his forehead, feeling a little nostalgic for the previous project.
The son robot is really good, really.
…
In line with the principle of saving money, Yang Ming bought a regular ticket on Star United Airlines (Galaxy Star United Airlines).
But Yang Ming also didn't expect that the old Kolev had transformed from a heroic and thrifty pirate leader into a luxurious and extravagant black-hearted capitalist.
Old Kolev frowned and looked at the economy class cabin in front of him.
Hundreds of passengers were crowded into a narrow area, and the illegal addition of two rows of seats made the aisle appear very narrow, almost requiring one to walk sideways.
"What's wrong, uncle?" Yang Ming asked in a clear voice.
Kolev turned around and walked towards the flight attendant:
"Give me two upgrades... Yes, upgrade on all three routes. Normal business? No, no, no, better... medium private cabin? Why do I want a private cabin for couples with my nephew?
Is there a higher one? Oh, the Royal Palace, that’s it. Is it right for you to pay?”
Yang Ming came up with his suitcase and was about to swipe his card when Kolev completed the payment with a swipe of his finger.
"This is what I asked you to do," Kolev clicked his tongue, "my good nephew."
"Uncle, we should save a little."
"Oh, that's not necessary," Kolev smiled proudly, "Since the last time we traveled, I have counted my assets. As long as I don't mess around with business or make big investments, I can live a luxurious life as long as I want.
There will be no shortage for a hundred years."
Yang Ming could only shrug his shoulders.
They walked from the middle of the 600-meter-long passenger ship to the head area.
This is right above the bridge, with several huge portholes in front of it, allowing you to enjoy the magnificent scenery of the universe at sea. There are only sixteen egg-shaped seats in this huge area, and each seat is equivalent to a
The small cabin can accommodate two or three people playing cards and having fun.
‘Independent escape cabins’ are also one of the elements of the expensive fare here.
Besides them, there are four or five guests here.
'luxury.'
Yang Ming pouted and shook his head.
Kolev sat down in his seat calmly and confidently, turned to look at Yang Ming, and said with a smile: "Want to come and talk about investment plans? My good nephew."
"It's not too late to inspect the place again, uncle."
Yang Ming stretched, walked to the next cabin, hung his suit jacket on the wall, picked up an electronic book made of projection, and lay down in his seat.
Kolev hummed a simple tune, took out a square glass and fiddled with it.
Yang Ming was a little afraid that the old man had an occupational disease and would directly exercise authority on behalf of the captain of the Starliner passenger ship.
"Where has my cousin gone to develop now?" Yang Ming asked aloud.
"She hasn't gone far," Kolev said with a smile. "Since she wants to start over in the workplace, I can't interfere with her."
"You don't know where Molly is?"
Yang Ming asked suspiciously, then turned on the projector on his watch and looked at a picture for a while.
"Well, I do know," Kolev wondered, "What are you looking at?"
"Homemade Property Board."
"Property board? What is that?"
Kolev still wanted to take a closer look, but Yang Ming had turned off the watch projection.
Yang Ming smiled and said: "It allows me to understand myself intuitively, which is also one of the functions of my assistant Xiaolu. Okay, uncle, if you don't have any valuable questions, I'm going to start studying."
"Learn from you! I don't know how to care for the elderly!"
Kolev closed his cabin door angrily.
Yang Ming glanced at the two fellow passengers who were attracted by their conversation, smiled awkwardly, lowered his head and continued reading the book introducing industrial development.
To open a factory, you must understand some professional terminology.
…
The first two-thirds of this voyage were very peaceful, so peaceful that Yang Ming even felt drowsy.
After two galactic days, two jumps, two smooth sailings, and passing by two bustling space stations, the spacecraft accepted passengers for the third time, and two new members arrived in the royal hall at the head.
Yang Ming, who was reading a book, was attracted by the fragrance that invaded the tip of his nose, and looked up at the beautiful figure passing by.
This is a graceful young woman, with a light brown tight tea dress that wraps up her hot figure; she has slightly curly long brown hair, a three-dimensional face, and plump lips that purse from time to time.
She was a little uneasy.
Yang Ming keenly noticed that this beautiful woman seemed to be afraid of something, and her eyes kept looking left and right.
'not my business.'
Yang Ming put on his headphones and slowly lay down, allowing himself to concentrate on the ocean of industry.
Soon, the spaceship set sail again and headed for the directional jump channel. The next stop was the first star of the Luofeng Empire.
Yang Ming was keenly aware that the beautiful woman diagonally in front of him on his left seemed to be getting more and more uneasy.
She kept checking the time of the Internet terminal, and opened the variety show video several times, but quickly closed it irritably. Whenever someone moved around behind her, she would always look over immediately, her eyes filled with nervousness.
What the hell?
Yang Ming also felt uneasy in his heart.
Don't let anything weird happen.
There is no blood test during a normal voyage, but if something goes wrong, there's no telling.
Moreover, they went to the Luofeng Empire to cause trouble. If they received extra attention from the beginning, they could easily cause unnecessary trouble.
'I hope she's hiding from her love rival.'
Yang Ming prayed like this.
Two hours later, the spacecraft entered deep navigation, the light in various cabins became darker, and the starry sky outside the portholes became particularly bright.
The woman stood up with her own network access terminal, lowered her head, walked past Yang Ming's seat, and hurried toward the back.
Yang Ming hoped that this was an ordinary toilet ritual.
Although Yang Ming knew this was impossible.
Yang Ming had already caught the sound of breathing hidden behind the cabin door above his head. There were two well-trained men there, and they had been observing this woman for a long time.
Women enter the shared bathroom at the head, which has three independent toilets and two single bathing cabins.
The two men rushed forward!
Yang Ming raised his hand and rubbed the corners of his eyes.
He keenly captured all kinds of slight noises coming from the public bathroom, knocking on the door, shouts that were not shouted out, the scraping of high heels on the soft carpet, and the rapid growling.
They were strangling her hard.
Don’t the two perpetrators have any high-tech spy equipment on hand?
'You can't interfere with this matter, you can't create extraneous matters. I am not a messenger of justice. All actions now must be within the plan.'
Yang Ming reminded himself repeatedly in his heart.
He decided to remind Kolev as well.
"Uncle Hatton," Yang Ming called over his shoulder, "Are you asleep, Uncle Hatton? I think we can..."
Yang Ming jumped up in a hurry.
Kolev's 'egg cabin' is closed, and the sound of breathing cannot be heard. Looking inside through the gap, it is empty inside.
When did he disappear?
I have been monitoring the external environment for the past half hour and found nothing unusual here. Kolev has definitely not moved around for the past half hour!
Yang Ming frowned and looked at the public bathroom. This old man couldn't do it.
…
"Oh, finally."
Kolev moaned softly from the tip of his nose.
Constipation in the elderly is really a tormenting problem.
Kolev sighed softly and clicked the button of the automatic toilet, and the last bit of odor that escaped was neutralized.
He pulled up his pants, held his waist and sighed softly, humming a pleasant tune, unlocked the door latch, and opened the soundproof door of the bathroom.