Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System
Chapter 513 - 513 Your Inventory Is Not Enough

"Did you note down everything I just said?" Fang Jueyu turned his head to glance at Tiram.

"Don't tell me you didn't jot down anything?" Fang Jueyu's face darkened, feeling like he had wasted a lot of breath, only for Tiram to be daydreaming in the corner.

"This... Mr. Ma, are you really buying this many slaves?" Tiram looked incredulous. He'd been in business for years and didn't know how many planets his sold slaves could fill, but this was the first time he'd seen someone "sweep" like this.

"Nonsense, would I waste my time joking around with you?" Fang Jueyu rolled his eyes at Tiram, "I'm someone who deals with the fate of entire civilizations in minutes... playing around with this kind of thing would be beneath me."

"But Mr. Ma, if I may ask, what do you need so many slaves for? Is your civilization preparing for war with another civilization?" Tiram inquired.

Actually, he wanted to know if Fang Jueyu truly needed these slaves and wasn't just trying to deceive him. Bulk slave purchases weren't unheard of, and not uncommon, but typically, they were used for war.

However, those coming to buy slaves weren't like Fang Jueyu, who came alone without any entourage. Usually, individual buyers purchased only a dozen higher-level slaves at most, and that was already considerable.

What Fang Jueyu had just mentioned undoubtedly added up to three or four thousand Divine Ability Users, even nearly enough to form a small-scale third-rate civilization unit. But for what purpose?

"For my own use!" Fang Jueyu certainly wasn't going to tell him that he was buying this batch of slaves to fend off an incoming civilization's invasion of his planet, "Aren't you just responsible for selling, not needing to understand the buyer's motives?"

"Yes, yes, I spoke out of turn." With the presence of two Divine Ability bodyguards, Tiram naturally didn't dare to argue with Fang Jueyu.

As for those two bodyguards, they had started questioning their own existence, wondering why Mr. Ma needed so many Divine Ability User slaves when he already had them. Wasn't that unnecessary?

In their many years as bodyguards, it was the first time they'd felt that their presence might be redundant.

"Hurry up and note it all down for me," Fang Jueyu continued flipping through the inventory.

Finally, Fang Jueyu reached the last page, and the inventory was finally exhausted.

"Xiao Yi, didn't I tell you to notify me once we've hit ten thousand slaves? Did you fall asleep?" Fang Jueyu asked.

"Host, we only have a little over six thousand."

"Huh? So few?" Fang Jueyu was taken aback, thinking he had accumulated ten thousand.

"Should we just keep what we have? Not to mention resisting a small team from a third-rate civilization, even if the entire civilization attacked, you guys on Earth wouldn't suffer a scratch."

"No way, you know I have OCD. I won't feel at ease unless I round it to a whole number. I have to gather ten thousand slaves!"

"Whatever you say," Xiao Yi replied helplessly.

"Mr. Tiram, is there anything else?" Fang Jueyu looked at him.

"Huh?" Tiram was stunned, "Mr. Ma, everything I have in stock is already here with you."

"That's it?" Fang Jueyu originally aimed to form a Divine-level seventh-tier army, but it didn't seem easy; all the Divine Ability Users at four-tier and above he'd bought amounted to just a bit over six thousand.

"Mr. Tiram, your stock's pretty lacking." Fang Jueyu showed a disdainful expression, "With such meager inventory, how dare you claim to be the largest slave supplier in the black market?"

Hearing this nearly made Tiram cry, as if Divine Ability Users were as common as cabbages.

Only one Divine Ability User might emerge from a hundred thousand civilized planets. Even a secondary civilization had at most dozens or hundreds, and a third-rate civilization with ten thousand is quite commendable.

Considering Divine Ability Users naturally hold high status in the universe, he thought it was easy to acquire Divine-level slaves?

Most slave suppliers didn't even offer Divine-level slaves, and even if they did, having a few dozen in stock was quite good. His inventory of thousands was unique, thanks to a significant Cosmic Slave Trading Group backing him.

"Mr. Ma, how many slaves do you actually need? It would help to give me a definite number," Tiram straightforwardly asked.

"Ten thousand! I won't accept anyone below Divine Ability fourth-tier."

"Good heavens!" Hearing that number, Tiram's heart nearly stopped for a moment, "Mr. Ma, ten thousand Divine Ability Users, even if all are just fourth-tier, would cost twenty-five hundred trillion Mora."

"You think I can't afford it?" Fang Jueyu scoffed, "Do you know Shabelle?"

"Of course, I've dealt with Shabelle numerous times," Tiram didn't know why Fang Jueyu brought this up.

"Perhaps you should check what happened just now in this black market's currency exchange," Fang Jueyu suggested mysteriously.

Tiram wore a peculiar expression and immediately let his personal intelligent system connect to their black market network. While it was just a black market, it had a forum-like platform within.

"What? The entire black market's currency exchange is suspended? Why's that?" Tiram immediately noticed some unusual news.

"The entire black market's circulating Mora has been exchanged by an unknown person, and some was even transferred from other cities' black markets?"

Tiram didn't know how much Mora was in circulation in the black market, but absolutely over a million trillion. Someone had enough money to exchange all of it?

"Wait, he told me to check this news, could it be..." The possibility crossed his mind, and Tiram's gaze immediately set on Fang Jueyu.

"Mr. Ma... was this your doing?"

"What do you think?" Fang Jueyu smiled, "Now do you doubt my financial capability?"

"Sorry, Mr. Ma, I failed to recognize," Tiram apologized. The black market's breaking news couldn't be fabricated, and the cessation of the three major currency exchanges was proof.

If the person who did this was indeed the Mr. Ma before him, it meant he had amassed a vast wealth of a million trillion Mora!

That amount of money could not only buy ten thousand fourth-tier Divine Ability Martial Artists but even ten thousand ninth-tier wouldn't necessarily be impossible!

"Alright, stop being shocked, it's just a small sum," Fang Jueyu said, "It's not that I only have this much money, it's that your black market only has so much money for me to exchange, understand?"

"Understood! Understood!" Tiram's eyes practically sparkled; this was a veritable god of wealth! If he really purchased ten thousand Divine-level slaves, the profit he'd gain would be astronomical!

"So is there, or isn't there? Otherwise, I'll go elsewhere," Fang Jueyu made an impatient face.

"Yes! Yes!" Tiram suddenly panicked, "Mr. Ma, you won't find another Tiram in this black market. Though my stock is limited, truth be told, I'm just a middleman. I have a big boss backing me, so I can find a way to gather more slaves!"

"Oh? Seems like you do have some skill," Fang Jueyu sat back down, "Alright, go figure it out. I'll be waiting for your news here!"

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