The head of Tianxing has always been the supervisor of the Heroic Spirit Hall.
In the past ten thousand years, the Tianxing ancestral land was moved from the Heroic Hall to the earth. However, how could the Tianxing priest, as the supervisor of the supervisor, have no storage tools?
Storage device!
He has, too.
But his storage device is just a mere cubic meter of space.
The patriarchs 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 that Su Mu also has such a storage ring?
How could he know that Su Mu’s storage ring is not a storage ring, but something countless times higher than the storage ring.
Yang Jiyou and others were confused when they heard it.
What kind of bullshit imaginary space?
What's that thing?
Feng Siming forced himself to calm down.
So what if he has a storage ring?
How much resources can he accumulate?
Thinking of this, he smiled softly again and said in a deep voice:
"Well, how much stuff is there in your storage? What to convert into? US dollars? Or Chinese coins? Or... resources?"
Su Mu coughed lightly and said lightly:
"Forget it, I'll suffer some losses. Let's calculate it the same thing. I probably own all kinds of artworks, antiques, jewelry, and diamonds. If all of them are estimated according to the market price, it's probably... two
trillion dollars.”
The air stopped in the bar.
Jiang Wangshu, Yu Liuli, and Yu Shishi all looked at Su Mu's back with horror.
Jiang Wangshu suddenly felt that the 10 billion US dollars he had in his hand was not delicious at all.
Damn, this is the pocket money my brother gives me so much pity.
Grandson, what about the promises that have the difficulties and share the blessings?
How could I accompany you until you are old?
Two trillion US dollars?
What is China’s GDP in one year?
One hundred and fifty trillion.
The unit is Chinese currency.
Convert US dollars is 25 trillion.
Just one word of your opinion accounts for one tenth of the country's GDP in one year?
Yang Jiyou and others were fine, after all, they were big figures in the sect.
But the young masters of the major vassal families following them were collectively dumbfounded.
Their family is definitely the top presence in this world.
Who doesn’t have assets worth tens of billions, hundreds of billions, or even hundreds of billions of dollars in their family?
Of course, the unit is Chinese currency.
Su Mu's words are so scary.
Everyone forgot that they were all taken off so much that they were only left with underwear, and they all looked straight at Su Mu.
This is a moving gold mountain.
Feng Siming smiled faintly:
"Two trillion US dollars? It doesn't matter, what do you need? Is it money or resources?"
Except for Su Mu, all the people present were completely numb.
Where am I?
What am I doing?
I'm listening to the fantasy.
But, is this adult kidding?
Obviously not.
OK, I'm a frog in the well.
Su Mu coughed softly again and said with a smile:
"Money is just paper for me, so I want resources. Of course, you can't give it to me now, but you have to write me an IOU, and I will slowly ask you to collect the bills in the future."
Feng Siming smiled reservedly:
"Yes, I'll...!"
"Don't worry."
Su Mu looked at him with a frown and said:
"I haven't finished talking yet. There is still some gold on me, but it's not worth it yet."
Feng Siming didn't know what, but his heart slightly thrust.
gold?
He had an extremely bad feeling.
It seems that there is not much gold on the earth, right?
Not much reserve.
But why do I feel frightened?
He tried to calm down and asked:
"Tell me together, how much gold do you have?"
Su Mu deliberately calculated by fingers and then said:
“There are 24,000 in total.”
Feng Siming immediately breathed a sigh of relief:
"Is it 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 the box, 24,000 boxes."
Feng Siming looked at Su Mu in horror.
Yang Jiyou, Pei Mingqiu and others were also trembling with horror, looking at Su Mu as if he was looking at the devil.
Twenty-four thousand boxes?
gold?
According to the volume of gold, a box of at least several tons, right?
This is another terrifying wealth.
Yang Jiyou and others couldn't help but secretly rejoice.
Fortunately, there was a sucker... no, there was a kind-hearted adult to support them.
They looked at each other in a sympathetic manner, and then quickly withdrew their gaze at the same time.
Feng Siming's expression became cold and stared at Su Mu and said:
“How many in a box are there?”
Su Mu raised one hand and made an eight-hand gesture.
Feng Siming's face turned dark:
“Eight tons?”
Su Mu laughed wildly with great pride:
"Hahahahahaha, it's eight hundred tons, one box of eight hundred tons, a total of 24,000 boxes, more than 20 million tons, with a total value of more than 1,200 trillion US dollars, hahaha, is it surprising, is it shocking?
surprise?"
Feng Siming's eyes went dark.
Before he could fall, Yang Jiyou, who was behind him, fell to the ground with more than a hundred people.
And Yang Jiyou and Pei Mingqiu opened their mouths and spurted out blood.
It’s not that they want to squirt, one is because the qi and blood attack the heart, and the other is because they have just been seriously injured by Su Mu.
Feng Siming was shaking and looked at Su Mu in a daze. Finally, his throat became sweet and he forced his blood and energy to hold back.
If you lose the sect, it’s okay, I’ll give it to you.
Two trillion US dollars, it’s still okay, I’ll give it to you.
but!!!
You step on the horse...!
One thousand two million dollars!!
You are.
If it were anyone, no one would believe Su Mu's words.
This is awesome and makes you brag about.
Anyone with some financial knowledge knows that all the net assets in this world are only 10 trillion US dollars in total.
This data is authentic and verifiable.
You, Su Mu, the money you can take out by yourself is equivalent to buying an earth, but you still have to give you a moon as a match?
I'm going to be a dog.
But Feng Siming knew that Su Mu would not lie.
Because he knew that if this wealth was converted into the currency of the Valhalla, it was actually just the assets of a family of voters.
But that's a family of voters.
Feng Siming, although he was born in the Xuanwu clan and had a noble status, he was not a son of god.
Even the Son of God cannot control so much wealth.
If you let his elder brother Feng Wuchen come, Feng Wuchen will vomit blood.
The more he thought about it, the more numb his scalp became.
The more he thought about it, the more he had the urge to faint.
On his forehead and neck, the blue veins squirm violently like earthworms.
Now, he wanted to just throw away a group of bastards behind him and let them sell their ass.
I won't pay you this money.
I can't afford it either.
When can money on Earth be so shocking?
If this were the case, Feng Siming would probably not be too desperate.
However, the straw that broke the camel's back finally appeared.
Su Mu blinked at Feng Siming, leaned forward, and then secretly stretched out his hand.
"Your Highness, look, I still have this thing, not many, there are still thirty or fifty ones. How much do you think this is worth?
Feng Siming's eyes were hanging so hard that he couldn't fall out. He looked at the dark blue liquid in Su Mu's hand tremblingly, and shouted in horror:
"Damn it!! Source liquid, how could you have such a pure source liquid? You you... puff!!"
Feng Siming simply raised his neck, squirted out blood, then closed his eyes and fainted.