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

"President Feng, I have received your sincerity."

Li Ang leaned back against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest.

"However, the All-Heavens Gashapon Shop does not accept investment, shares, or agents."

"I only do one thing: sell gashapon toys."

"How should we spend those five billion?" Feng Zhenghao's brows twitched slightly.

"Buy gashapon toys, huh?" Li Ang laughed. "Fifty billion is enough for you to draw fifty thousand gashapon toys."

"With 500,000 regular gashapon pulls, based on probability distribution, at least three to five game-changing items should come out."

"You should be able to figure this out yourself."

Feng Zhenghao remained silent.

If three items of the same level as Zhang Chulan's Glint-Glint Fruit could be obtained out of 500,000 attempts, the strength of the World Society would undergo a qualitative change.

Let alone the world of supernatural beings, this would reshape the entire international landscape.

"I need time to think about it," Feng Zhenghao said.

"Whatever," Li Ang shrugged. "But I'll give you a heads-up."

"The Luotian Grand Ritual at Longhu Mountain will open in one month."

"At that time, extraordinary people from all over the world will gather, and all forces will be on the table."

"If you don't spend money, others will."

Feng Zhenghao's eye twitched slightly, then he smiled and extended his hand.

"make a deal."

Li Ang grasped his hand.

"Welcome to the All-Heavens Gashapon Shop."

"Honest and fair dealings with both young and old."

Zhang Chulan stood in the corner, watching his boss shake hands with the richest man in the world of supernatural beings.

He still had that 100 million check in his pocket.

A sentence Li Ang had said before echoed in my mind.

"Employees receive a commission for bringing in customers, and the commission doubles when they bring in a major client."

Tianxiahui should be considered a major client, right?

Zhang Chulan couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

Li Ang released his grip and turned to look at him.

Stop grinning like an idiot.

"Go and clean the testing area downstairs."

"Yes, boss."

A line of golden text appeared in the corner of Li Ang's field of vision on the system panel.

[New customer detected: Feng Zhenghao, President of the Tianxia Society.]

[Estimated total transaction amount: 50 billion+]

Li Ang swiped the panel and took out a bottle of cola from the freezer.

The Grand Ritual of Luotian.

The largest gathering of extraordinary individuals in the world of Under One Person.

At that time, all the sects, including Longhu Mountain, Nadutong, Quanxing, Tianxiahui, Wudang, and Shaolin, will be present.

Before that, he had a month to sell gashapon toys throughout the entire world of supernatural beings.

"The world of supernatural beings is indeed a deep and complex place."

Li Ang took a sip of milk tea.

"But the deeper the water, the fatter the fish will be."

……

"Has the money arrived in your account?"

Feng Zhenghao stood in front of the counter, turning the jade thumb ring around on his finger.

"arrive."

Li Ang put down his milk tea cup and bent down to grope around under the counter for a moment.

He pulled out a gashapon machine from somewhere.

This one is different from the previous one.

It is entirely black, with a layer of flowing dark gold patterns on the surface, and a ring of slightly glowing inscriptions inlaid around the edge of the egg-emerging opening.

It's also a size bigger, taking up half the counter space.

"The Supreme Gashapon Machine." Li Ang patted its casing. "This machine can handle 500,000 gashapon capsules."

Zhang Chulan leaned closer, craning his neck, his eyes darting back and forth between the gashapon machine and Feng Zhenghao.

He was calculating his commission in his mind.

Even if the commission is only one-thousandth of a five-billion dollar order, that's still five million.

Five million.

He could eat spicy chicken rice bowls at the university cafeteria for the rest of his life.

"Shall we try ten shots first?" Li Ang asked.

Feng Zhenghao nodded and placed his right hand on the button.

The first gashapon capsule rolled out.

Unscrew it.

Inside was a roll of gauze, pale green, that smelled of herbs.

"A hemostatic bandage." Li Ang glanced at it. "Wrap it up and the bleeding will stop in three seconds. It's for ordinary external injuries."

Feng Zhenghao showed no expression and put it aside.

The second one.

A syringe with a silver metal casing and a needle that gleams coldly.

"Adrenaline."

"After the injection, various attributes will be increased by about 30%."

"Disposable?" Feng Zhenghao asked.

"One session, 30 minutes"

Feng Zhenghao put it aside again and opened several more.

In succession, stealth sprays, anti-gravity spikes, and portable signal jammers were deployed...

A pair of gecko gloves that can walk on walls, and something that looks like chewing gum.

"What is that piece of chewing gum?" Feng Shayan couldn't help but ask.

"After chewing it, they spat it on the ground, turning a three-meter radius area into a swamp."

Li Ang explained.

"You call this a weapon?" Feng Shayan's expression was subtle.

"Don't underestimate it," Zhang Chulan interjected. "Wayne Group bought 10,000 of these, and they're using them very successfully."

Feng Zhenghao did not stop.

The eighth, the ninth, the tenth.

Bulletproof lining, miniature communication patch, and a thin booklet.

The booklet cover had three words written on it: "Lightness Skill".

"Huh?" Li Ang leaned over to take a look. "This is not bad, a basic introduction to light footwork."

"After learning this skill, you can reduce your body weight by 40% and run about three times faster than an average person."

"For you superhumans, this is a pretty good support character."

Feng Zhenghao flipped through the booklet, closed it, and put it in his pocket.

All ten gashapon capsules have been opened.

There are no golden legends, no heaven-defying artifacts.

They are all practical but ordinary low- to mid-tier items.

If it were someone else, they might have already started to question the meaning of life.

But Feng Zhenghao's expression remained calm throughout.

He's been in business for thirty years, so he knows all too well about probability.

You think you can ship it after just ten shots?

dream.

"Continue, can you vomit 100 times in one go?"

"President Feng, you're a straightforward person." Li Ang nodded with a smile.

He patted the side of the Supreme Gashapon Machine, and a hidden control panel popped up.

There is a knob on it, labeled with three settings: "1", "10", and "100".

Li Ang turned the knob to 100.

"Ready?"

Feng Zhenghao nodded.

Li Ang pressed the button.

The Supreme Gashapon Machine emits a deep, resonant sound as it operates, with its internal gears meshing at a frequency more than ten times faster than those of a regular Gashapon Machine.

Splash splash splash splash!

One hundred gashapon capsules rolled out of the exit in a line and jumped into the collection tank under the counter.

Zhang Chulan was startled by the scene and took two steps back.

Feng Shayan's eye twitched.

One hundred gashapon capsules.

Ten million.

In her view, it was already an astronomical figure.

But for her father, it was nothing more than a fraction of the account balance.

"Let's take it apart." Li Ang moved a chair over. "Take your time, no rush."

Feng Zhenghao rolled up his sleeves and reached out to pick up the first one.

Feng Shayan also joined the egg-opening team.

Zhang Chulan was even more decisive, grabbing one in each hand and twisting it incredibly fast.

The three of them worked diligently in the gashapon shop, and soon the counter was piled high with all sorts of strange and wonderful items.

Band-aids, more band-aids.

Signal flares, three colors.

Sound-absorbing insoles that can make shoes silent.

A pair of steampunk-style goggles increases visibility by fifty meters in the dark.

What looks like an undershirt is actually a cushioned inner armor that can withstand a moderate physical impact.