He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

Forty-eight hours later.

A private room on the third floor of a high-end private club.

Zhang Chulan sat on the sofa, with a complete set of Kung Fu tea utensils on the coffee table in front of him, steaming gently rising from the tea table.

He was sitting opposite a man in his early fifties.

He wore a gray Zhongshan suit, his short, graying hair was neatly combed, and he had a kind face but eagle-like eyes.

He wore a jade thumb ring on the ring finger of his left hand and held a purple clay cup in his right hand, his movements were extremely composed.

Feng Zhenghao.

The president of the World Alliance, and the most wealthy person in the world of supernatural beings.

Standing next to him was Feng Shayan, whose slap mark on her left cheek had faded.

But the look in her eyes when she looked at Zhang Chulan still carried three parts resentment and seven parts curiosity.

"Zhang Chulan." Feng Zhenghao put down his teacup and spoke.

His voice wasn't loud, but it had a natural air of authority.

That's the aura that only people who manage assets worth tens of billions have.

"I have no ill intentions towards you."

He took a check out of the pocket of his Zhongshan suit, placed it on the coffee table, and pushed it over.

Zhang Chulan glanced down at it.

The number on the cup made his hand, which was holding the teacup, tremble slightly.

One billion.

"This is a small gift," Feng Zhenghao said casually, as if he were serving tea. "No need to return it."

"President Feng, with such a generous gesture, are you here to invite me to be your son-in-law?"

Zhang Chulan put down his teacup.

Feng Shayan's expression instantly became quite interesting.

Feng Zhenghao smiled.

"I'm not interested in your abilities," he said bluntly. "I'm interested in the person behind you."

"The Devil Fruit you mentioned, the gashapon shop you mentioned, and that businessman named Leon you mentioned."

Feng Zhenghao tapped his fingers lightly twice on the coffee table.

"I, Feng Zhenghao, have been in business for thirty years, from the world of supernatural beings to the ordinary business world. There is no business that I cannot understand."

"But the light-based abilities you possess do not belong to any known system."

"According to you, it came from a fruit that cost 100,000 yuan to open in a gashapon machine."

Feng Zhenghao's eyes gleamed.

Do you know what this means?

Zhang Chulan remained silent.

"This means that power can be mass-produced."

Feng Zhenghao stood up, walked to the French windows, and looked out at the bustling Chang'an Avenue.

"The structure of the supernatural world over the past thousand years has been built on the foundation of bloodline inheritance and master-disciple teaching."

"Power has always been a scarce resource; whoever controls its inheritance is king."

"But if someone could use a machine, money, to sell power to anyone..."

He turned around.

"The entire power structure of the superhuman world will be overturned."

Zhang Chulan's heartbeat quickened slightly.

Feng Zhenghao's judgment was frighteningly sharp.

Based solely on Feng Shayan's intelligence and his own business intuition, this man deduced the core business logic of the gashapon shop.

"So you want to see Li Ang?" Zhang Chulan asked.

"I want to do business with him."

Feng Zhenghao took a second envelope out of his pocket and placed it on the coffee table.

Zhang Chulan opened the envelope; inside was a letter of intent for cooperation.

The World Alliance is willing to invest an initial capital of 5 billion RMB to establish an exclusive agency partnership with the All-Heavens Gashapon Shop, including but not limited to...

Exclusive distribution rights for gashapon machines in the world of supernatural beings.

Testing and rating services for gashapon (capsule toy) products.

Establish a secondary market for high-value gashapon products.

VC funding round...

Zhang Chulan almost spat out his tea when he saw the last one.

"President Feng, are you planning an IPO for the gashapon shop?"

"What a joke." Feng Zhenghao sat back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said, "A business of this caliber doesn't even need to go public; its revenue alone can crush all the top companies."

"I only need one ticket."

He looked at Zhang Chulan.

"Take me to see your boss."

Zhang Chulan was silent for a moment, then took out the black metal business card from his pocket.

As an employee, you should proactively attract customers for the store.

"Okay." Zhang Chulan placed the business card on the coffee table. "But I need to remind you of three things first."

"First, the store manager is not an ordinary person. Don't act like a chairman in front of him."

"Secondly, the pricing of gashapon shops is non-negotiable, non-threatening, and non-operational."

"third……"

Zhang Chulan's expression turned strange for a moment.

"He might make you feel like you're getting ripped off, but once you've spent the money, you'll find it's a great deal."

Feng Zhenghao's lips curled into a smile.

"Do you think I built my empire from scratch on luck?"

He stood up and straightened the collar of his Zhongshan suit.

"lead the way."

"Just think of the business card in your mind." Zhang Chulan handed him the business card.

Feng Zhenghao took the business card and held it in his palm.

He closed his eyes.

Gashapon shop.

The business card vibrated.

A pale blue light emerged from the metal surface and condensed into a two-meter-high light gate in the center of the third-floor private room.

Behind the light gate was a small shop of thirty square meters. The colorful lights of the gashapon machine and the sweet aroma of milk tea wafted over through the spatial barrier.

Feng Zhenghao has been in business for thirty years and has seen countless big scenes.

But the sudden appearance of a portal made his pupils shrink for a moment.

"Let's go." Feng Zheng strode boldly into the portal.

Feng Shayan followed closely behind, her right hand already brimming with Qi.

Zhang Chulan was the last to go in, and he didn't forget to put the 100 million yuan check into his pocket.

The light door closes.

The private room was empty except for the steaming purple clay teapot on the coffee table.

All Heavens Gashapon Shop.

The moment he landed, Feng Zhenghao's leather shoes touched the wooden floor.

He looked around.

A 30-square-meter general store with three gashapon machines and a handwritten note on the wall that reads "No returns or exchanges".

Behind the counter, a young man was leaning back in his chair looking at a tablet, with a cup of bubble tea and half a bag of potato chips at his feet.

"Boss," Zhang Chulan called out.

Li Ang put down the tablet and looked up.

He glanced at Feng Zhenghao, then at Feng Shayan.

"The World Alliance." Li Ang stood up, brushing the potato chip crumbs off his pants. "A rare guest indeed."

"I've heard of you."

Feng Zhenghao stood at the door, not in a hurry to go inside.

His eyes were scanning every detail.

The materials used in the gashapon machine, the craftsmanship of the counter, the faint runes on the walls...

He looks at everything with an estimating eye.

"Boss Li, I apologize for the intrusion." Feng Zhenghao said with his hands behind his back, his tone neither humble nor arrogant, "I would like to discuss a business deal with you."

"How big of a deal?"

"Invest 5 billion first."

Li Ang finished his milk tea, and the straw made a gurgling sound.

He threw the empty cup into the trash can and laughed heartily at Feng Zhenghao.

"President Feng, 5 billion is just the entrance fee to me."

"Are you sure you don't want to try a couple of shots first to test the waters?"

Feng Zhenghao pushed the jade thumb ring, his gaze darkening.

"Sure." He walked to the counter, took out a black card from his pocket, and said, "Two rounds to start."

Li Ang took the black card and swiped it on the portable gashapon machine.

"Beep beep."

Two hundred thousand has been received.

Two gashapon capsules rolled out.

One is silver-gray, and the other is light blue.

Feng Zhenghao turned on the first one.

Inside were a pair of extremely ordinary-looking black gloves, with a large "$" symbol embroidered on the palm.

"The Midas Touch Gloves," Li Ang explained. "By touching any inanimate object with one hand, you can plate its surface with a layer of 24K pure gold within three seconds."

"Use only three times a day, and the thickness should not exceed one millimeter."

Feng Zhenghao turned the gloves over.

Exquisitely crafted and highly elastic.

He looked at the dollar symbol in his palm and smiled silently.

"interesting."

He unscrewed the second one.

Inside was a thumb-sized emerald green jade pendant, with a warm and smooth texture and a faint yellow glow.

"This is?"

"A fragment of the Mirror of Truth from the world of 'The Legend of Sword and Fairy'." Li Ang leaned closer to take a look. "After wearing it, one can distinguish whether the other person is telling the truth or not within a ten-meter range."

"Truth shines green, lies shine red."

Feng Zhenghao's fingers held the jade pendant, pausing for three seconds.

Then he brought the jade pendant close to his face and said something.

"The World Society wants to cooperate with you."

The jade pendant glowed with a deep green light.

"My dad prepared a dowry for me."

Feng Shayan muttered to herself from the side.

The green light of the jade pendant remained unchanged.

"..." Feng Shayan's face turned completely red.

Feng Zhenghao, without changing his expression, put the jade pendant into his pocket and turned to look directly at Li Ang.

"Boss Li."

"Um?"

"A five billion cooperation, shall we discuss it?"