Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 412 Cough, making money isn't shameful.

Having had his fill of wandering in the Five Elements World of Fog Hill, Mo Yu returned to his original world of supernatural beings.

A soft cloud floated above Nathan Island, indifferently surveying the entire island.

Originally belonging to [Paradise], it was later packaged and sold to the southern part of the island by Nadutong, and now rows of uniform template houses have been built.

Under Mo Yu's divine sense scan, it could be clearly "seen".

Deep underground, a massive underground city is beginning to take shape, with several laboratories already equipped with personnel and machinery, and has begun initial operations.

Keep in mind that it had been less than six months since he sold the land.

All I can say is that even though the University of Tokyo's bloated bureaucracy may be somewhat slow in its administrative operations, once a decision is finalized and issued, the terrifying productivity and execution speed it can unleash are truly incomprehensible.

In contrast, construction began simultaneously in the central part of the island on the Zhenwu Hall, which he had outsourced to the Tianxia Group.

Although it has the foundation of the original royal palace, the construction team has only just delivered personnel and the first batch of building materials and machinery, and construction has only just begun.

This is the fastest speed that can be achieved even with the Feng family's unlimited investment.

As for the northern part of the island, the original [market] area.

Behemoth originally hoped that with his world-leading technological strength, he could try to compete with the other side, All-Knowing.

But just as they finished arguing and sent people to clean up the original garbage dump, they looked up and found that the template houses of Na Du Tong across the street had completed their basic construction and started to replicate themselves, with houses springing up like mushrooms after rain.

All the directors of Behemoth had frighteningly gloomy faces.

After three consecutive days of internal blame-shifting and infighting,

Behemoth chose to abandon treatment altogether.

Instead of building it to the standards of a research center, they built a dock instead.

They are all too aware of their own production and construction capabilities, and what their current state is like.

Therefore, we directly changed our approach.

They turned their attention to their own aircraft carrier, which had been pierced from the island to the hull by Mo Yu's sword, leaving a hole in it, and was now lying paralyzed in the nearby waters, and made it a target for recycling.

Given the extent of the damage to this aircraft carrier, it is virtually impossible to completely repair it in this region far from the home industrial base and get it back on the high seas.

However, simply fixing the hole to prevent it from continuing to leak and sink, and using it as a stationary offshore platform, is still quite easy.

In addition, the aircraft carrier itself is equipped with a large number of sophisticated equipment and independent energy systems. They only urgently transferred a group of researchers over, and Behemoth's "Nathan Island Research Center" was already officially opened for operation!

The construction progress has taken a shortcut, completely outperforming NaDuTong, which is still struggling with civil engineering!
This extravagant move left NaDuTong, who was expecting to see their opponents make a fool of themselves, completely dumbfounded.

Damn it, can you still play like this?

What respectable family would set up a research center on an aircraft carrier?
Can you call a research center located on an aircraft carrier? It's such a small place, what can you possibly research there?
Not envious at all!
The only aircraft carrier in the family is an imported, refitted old antique, a NaDuTong (a type of mobile communication device). His eyes were red, and he was practically grinding his teeth to powder.

Then, the next day, the construction speed at the southern site increased by 100%.
"Gah~"

A black-winged raven flew past in front of the soft clouds.

Mo Yu glanced at it and realized that it was not one of the ones he had brought back from the Demon Slayer world, but a newborn that had just left the nest.

It seems that this project is progressing quite well.

The little raven seemed to sense being watched. It tilted its head and then saw an eye on the cloud that was larger than the raven itself.

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The crow's brain immediately shut down, its eyes rolled back, its wings stiffened, and it twitched straight away.

The soft clouds dispersed and transformed into human form. Mo Yu reached out and caught the little creature that was falling downwards in his hand.

Drifting down to the highest peak in the middle of the island, with a gentle force, he lightly placed the raven in his palm onto the stone table beside the pavilion, then turned to look inside.

The old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei was sitting cross-legged, holding a crystal-clear spirit stone in each hand, and closing his eyes to regulate his breathing.

The light of the spirit stone dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Beside his knees lay twenty or thirty empty shells, their color faded and dull, their spiritual energy drained away.

"How does it feel?"

Mo Yu walked slowly into the pavilion and casually asked.

"very nice."

Zhang Zhiwei slowly opened his eyes, casually tossed the two spirit stones that had already been absorbed aside, and smiled:

"My old bones feel much lighter now. This spiritual energy really does have the miraculous effect of prolonging life."

Even these used spirit stones are of great research value, at least much more valuable than lunar soil.

After all, this thing has the property of energy storage.

All existing battery technologies are not even in the same league as this tiny rock.

Energy is the lifeblood of human civilization in the 21st century.

For Nadotong, the real challenges lie not so much in energy acquisition technology, but in energy storage and transportation technology.

At least in the area of ​​electricity, that's the case.

For just a few stones, Chairman Zhao, who works at Nadutong, personally made a trip over.

He whispered in Zhang Zhiwei's ear about the camaraderie they had shared in the past, and then went on and on about the company's current difficulties and how tense the international situation was.

The implication was that Zhang Zhiwei should hand over the used spirit stones to Na Du Tong to help the company's research progress.

For this matter, as Mo Yu's designated contact person for Behemoth, Director Gaide had to bite the bullet and approach Tianxia Group by bribing him.

After all, Mo Yu had given each of the two families a spirit stone as a research sample.

This way, everything connects to that side, and I'll have an extra few dozen yuan!
Even if a spirit stone has been drained of its spiritual energy, the number of comparative research projects conducted simultaneously can increase by dozens of times. The implications of this for materials science are self-evident.

With such a huge resource gap, how can Behemoth possibly catch up with the research speed of All-Knowing?
They even said they were willing to spend a lot of extra money to buy these stones.

However, Mo Yu completely ignored it.

Play if you want, otherwise get involved.

As someone who possesses the ability to travel through time and has unparalleled combat power in the world, he naturally engages in monopolistic practices openly and legitimately.

money?
To Mo Yu now, isn't this just paper? Or even less than a string of numbers?

What he wants is the extraordinary technology hidden in this world; or the effective technology derived from analyzing the extraordinary items or creatures from another world that he provides.

The former is precisely Behemoth's absolute weakness, given his limited historical background.

The latter's research has only just begun; it would be a miracle if they produced any results.

"Try this again."

Mo Yu casually took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve and tossed it to the old master.

Zhang Zhiwei caught it steadily, opened the bottle and sniffed it. He could immediately tell the effects of the pill from the fragrance.

"For strengthening the foundation and nourishing the vital energy?"

A Taoist priest of his caliber is proficient in everything from medicine and divination to physiognomy and fortune telling; how could he not know a bit about medicine?

The bottle that Mo Yu took out, although it came from the mortal cultivation world, the ingredients of the [Yellow Dragon Pill] were all common herbs that could be found in this world, only they were a little over a billion years old.

Therefore, Zhang Zhiwei instantly identified the main ingredients of the pill and its effects.

"Give it a try." Mo Yu nodded.

Zhang Zhiwei picked up a pill and swallowed it without hesitation.

He believed that Mo Yu would not harm him.

Even if that day ever comes and they do take action against him, they would never resort to poisoning.

Once the pill enters the stomach, its medicinal properties dissipate.

Zhang Zhiwei closed his eyes to sense its true effects and found that it was roughly as he had guessed. He then spoke:

"It has some ability to enhance cultivation, and the medicinal power is very pure, but compared with the Dragon-Tiger Pill of my Celestial Master's Mansion, the Great Rejuvenation Pill of Shaolin, and the secret Tibetan medicine of the Esoteric Sect, there is no essential difference."

Even in the world of mortal cultivation, Huanglong Dan is merely a legendary medicine in the martial arts world.

Even though Han Li had used the medicine for a long enough years, the level of the pills was still what it was.

Mo Yu was not surprised by this. He then took out the antidote, the Qingling Powder, and the Yangjing Pill, which had miraculous effects on both internal and external injuries, and handed them to the old celestial master for evaluation.

This time, the old master's expression finally changed.

The Yellow Dragon Pill, which simply increases cultivation, is nothing special. Although it is precious, there are already equivalent substitutes in the world, and the number of people who can use it is not large.

Without some level of cultivation, consuming such a food would result in the body being unable to absorb its nourishing properties, and it's not impossible for someone to die suddenly.

The latter two are the real killer weapons!
Qingling Powder can neutralize all poisons.

Nourishing Essence Elixir, used to treat both internal and external injuries.

If modern technology can analyze the active ingredients of these two substances and find suitable substitutes, a new, universally applicable drug could be developed…

Its high profits and wide coverage of diseases are enough to make the world's dominant powers use all means to compete for it!

Poisoning plus internal and external injuries cover almost the entire world's average patients!
Don't forget that drug addiction, before progressing to a deeper pathological stage, can also be considered a form of "poisoning."
Wealthy people can detoxify themselves while using marijuana, thus achieving a chemical bliss without physical harm.

The interests behind this are truly capable of changing the entire world, enough to drive capital around the world crazy.

After experiencing its incredible effects, Zhang Zhiwei smiled wryly:

"It seems that I'm going to have a lot of trouble getting to myself again."

"Anyway, it doesn't bother me."

Mo Yu chuckled.

He had anticipated this situation, which is why he used the Old Master as his firewall.

Without competition, it's very difficult to accelerate scientific research in this world dominated by capital.

However, it is impossible not to favor certain groups with different resources; what person doesn't have double standards?

Treating everyone equally without distinction, from another perspective, is also a form of double standards.

However, it is important to control the degree of intensity.

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head helplessly. Although he didn't like thinking about these things, he was an old and shrewd man, so how could he not really understand the ins and outs?

"The stuff is in your hands now. Please pass it on to those two companies. After that, I'll treat you to sea snake sashimi on the Arctic ice plains."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Yu's figure transformed into a soft cloud once again and floated into the air, rightfully becoming a hands-off manager.

"Each of them is more demanding than the last."

Zhang Zhiwei watched the drifting clouds, sighed, and took out his phone to make a call.

The phone rang only once before it was answered immediately.

"Hey, old man?"

"Come over here, to the usual place. Mo Yu left something."

"Alright! Grandpa Celestial Master, your beloved grandson will be here soon!"

A voice filled with surprise and flattery came from the other end of the phone.

Before long, Zhang Chulan, with a lewd smile on his face, rubbed his hands together and jogged over.
Following behind him was Feng Baobao, dressed in loose sportswear, expressionless, with vacant eyes.

"Take the stuff and get out of here. Remember to send a copy to Behemoth."

Zhang Zhiwei felt a headache coming on when he saw his shameless appearance and covered his face speechlessly.

No matter how many times I see it, every time I see this thing, I always want to slap it.

He's not even as good as that kid Mo Yu. At least Mo Yu's strength is genuinely impressive.

"Alright, Grandmaster, you can rest assured that I'll handle things!"

Zhang Chulan's eyes lit up when he saw there were new good things again, and he called Bao'er to collect the empty spirit stones:

"Sister Bao'er, put all those stones away carefully. They are treasures, don't leave any behind."

"Oh"

Feng Baobao gave an OK sign, picked up the sack, and quickly collected all the empty spirit stone shells without missing a single one. Clearly, this wasn't the first time she had done this job.

Zhang Chulan then took out a pair of white gloves and a pair of precision tweezers from his crossbody bag and carefully poured the pills from the three porcelain bottles onto a clean silk cloth.

After counting and finding nine pills in each bottle, they chuckled and put two pills back into each bottle.

Then, the three porcelain bottles were resealed with wax.

Only then did he pick up his phone and dial the number of Mr. Huang, the head of Nathan Island.

"Hey, Mr. Huang, I've got the stuff. Inform Behemoth and have them send a representative over so we can have a meeting and hand it over in person."

"Everything's taken care of. You can rest assured with my work!"

Zhang Chulan stuffed the three porcelain bottles into the portable safe and hung up the phone with a grin.

On the other end, after hanging up the phone, Chairman Huang immediately called Gade, the person in charge at Behemoth.

On the phone, he spoke in a tone that was both regretful and businesslike:

Mr. Mo Yu then presented three new types of pills, requesting that the two families conduct joint research.

Unfortunately, there aren't many, only two of each kind. To be fair, let's each have one.

Gade smiled and readily agreed.

He angrily smashed his phone on the ground as soon as he hung up, spewing gibberish.

He could tell with his ass that there were definitely more than two!
The two companies are competitors. If you ask someone from the other company to get the materials and then divide them between the two companies, it's already considered a favor if the other company leaves you even one piece.

If it were him, he could make it so that only one is left, and then give away half of it.

But unfortunately, he had nowhere to complain.

As both a resource provider and a referee, Mo Yu was blatantly blowing the whistle unfairly.

Behemoth had only two choices: either be tough and flip the table to show he was done, or play by the rules he set.

Judging from what Mo Yu has provided over the past few months, they still have to continue playing this unfair game.

Behemoth ruled the world for over a hundred years; how dare he suffer such humiliation?

However, I glanced at the huge hole on the aircraft carrier that has yet to be repaired.
Well, it's about making money, there's nothing shameful about it.

(End of this chapter)