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

"Twenty-five million, is it a deal, Mr. Gong?"

Before Gong Qing could nod, a third voice rang out.

Thirty million.

The person who spoke this time stood on the other side of the pit, wearing a long black trench coat and having only one eye.

Nick Fury.

Behind him stood Coulson and Hill, each carrying a silver briefcase.

"Director Fury," Gong Qing's smile widened, "Welcome."

"Don't try to fool me." Nick's one eye swept over the three factions present, and he swore, "Damn it, thirty million, I want that tower."

"S.H.I.E.L.D. needs it more than anyone else here."

"Three thousand five." Tony raised his left hand.

"Four thousand." Feng Zhenghao gritted his teeth.

"Four thousand five." Nick said without changing his expression.

Gong Qing watched the show with great enjoyment, while Xia He even sped up her sunflower seed eating.

"Fifty million." Tony's voice was unusually calm.

Feng Zhenghao and Nick both looked at him.

"Stark, are you crazy?" Feng Zhenghao's tone was harsh. "A broken tower worth fifty million?"

"It's a broken tower for you," Tony pushed up his sunglasses, "but for me it's a core component of the next-generation Arc Reactor. Fifty million won't even be a fraction of what I'll make."

Feng Zhenghao's expression changed several times before he finally squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Sixty million."

"Six thousand five," Nick followed.

This price far exceeded Gong Qing's expectations, and he grinned from ear to ear.

Tony remained silent for a moment.

"One hundred million."

The entire room fell silent.

Feng Zhenghao's lips twitched, and he turned and left.

"You'll regret this, Stark."

Nick stared at Tony, then spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"It's much safer than leaving it in your hands," Tony replied with a smile.

Nick snorted and left with Coulson and Hill.

"Deal!" Gong Qing slapped his thigh. "One hundred million points, Mr. Stark. Palm print payment or card payment?"

"Keep the books on the books, pay in monthly installments, and you can discuss the interest with Li Ang."

Tony walked up to the signal tower and touched the dark red alloy surface with his good left hand.

With this thing, he can expand the spread of energy and accumulate large amounts of high-dimensional energy.

At that time, you can draw from the gashapon machine as many times as you want!

"Wait, you want to pay on credit?" Gong Qing's smile froze.

"The name Tony Stark is synonymous with unlimited overdraft."

Tony returned exactly what Li Ang had said to him, then turned away with a flourish.

"Deliver the goods to my spaceship's laboratory. Jarvis will send you the address."

Gong Qing was left standing there, his expression shifting between laughter and cursing.

Xia He laughed out loud: "You've been tricked, Brother Qing."

"snort."

But the signal tower was just an appetizer.

Throughout the rest of the morning, Gong Qing's stall was constantly crowded with customers.

Although Feng Zhenghao failed to seize the signal tower, he swept away more than 300 Omega alloy weapons, intending to return and equip the soldiers on the human defense line.

Nick acquired a batch of energy crystals, saying he would send them back to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s research department for analysis.

Even several prominent rogue cultivators from Na Du Tong gathered around, emptying their savings to buy a few ordinary energy crystals to aid their cultivation.

By noon, half of Gong Qing's more than twenty storage bags had been emptied.

A rough estimate suggests that the turnover in half a day exceeded 400 million value points.

"This money is much more satisfying than robbing a bank."

Gong Qing rubbed his hands together, his eyes shining brighter than those energy crystals.

At 2 p.m., Gong Qing's stall welcomed an unexpected customer.

Zhang Zhiwei.

The old Celestial Master, dressed in a faded Taoist robe, walked slowly over with his hands behind his back, followed by three young disciples.

He didn't look at the weapons and alloys, but instead circled the stall once before heading straight for Li Ang's platform.

Li Ang was resting with his eyes closed on a recliner, with an unopened can of iced cola beside him.

"Boss Li," Zhang Zhiwei said calmly.

Li Ang opened one eye.

"Master Zhang, a rare guest. Are you healed?"

Zhang Zhiwei smiled, his weathered face lined with wrinkles.

"After those disciples took the cultivation pills you gave them, their Qi levels more than doubled."

"The fact that we were able to withstand the Golden Light Curtain for twenty-two minutes this time was entirely due to those medicinal pills."

Li Ang sat up straight.

He knew Zhang Zhiwei wasn't there for idle chatter.

A person of the Old Celestial Master's stature has a purpose in every word he says.

"Master Zhang, please speak frankly."

Zhang Zhiwei slowly brought his hand, which had been behind his back, to the front, and held a half-empty bottle of Peiyuan Pill in his palm.

"Boss Li, I've personally verified the effects of this pill; it's truly a high-quality product."

"But its upper limit is not enough for someone of Lao Dao's level."

Li Ang raised an eyebrow but didn't reply.

"The old Taoist has cultivated Qi his whole life, following the path of the Celestial Masters' Orthodox Way." Zhang Zhiwei sat down cross-legged opposite Li Ang, speaking slowly, "But this great battle made me realize something."

"Our cultivation system alone has too low a ceiling."

"Your Dr. Banner, with his Super Saiyan aura and Buddhist techniques, could shove Darkseid a hundred meters into the ground with a single palm strike."

"That Clark guy, with the core of the sun and the blue-haired form from Dragon Ball, brute force his way through the Omega Ray."

"The way these forces combine is completely different from our traditional spiritual practice."

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes changed; they now held the burning passion of a seeker of the Dao.

"But if you have all of these, then you must also have cultivation techniques."

"I need a complete cultivation system that will allow me to advance further from my current Celestial Master level."

Li Ang leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the armrest.

Zhang Zhiwei is one of the strongest extraordinary individuals in the region. After being enhanced by elixirs, his Qi has reached a level close to that of the early Golden Core stage in some low-level cultivation worlds.

If given a cultivation method from Foundation Establishment to Golden Core, with the Old Celestial Master's comprehension and innate talent, his breakthrough speed would be terrifyingly fast.

But give it away for free? No way.

"Master Zhang, if you want anything, come and try your luck with the gashapon machine!"

"If you want to buy a cultivation technique for the Golden Core stage or above, the starting price will be at least 300 million value points, and it may not even be suitable for you."

"The kind of top-tier cultivation technique you're looking for, one that can break through existing limitations..."

Li Ang held up one finger.

"It's worth at least a billion points."

Zhang Zhiwei's eyebrows twitched.

A billion-dollar value point.

This is an astronomical figure for the Celestial Master's Mansion.

Even if you sold all the elixirs, magical artifacts, and books on Mount Longhu, you still couldn't raise that amount.

"I know you can't afford it." Li Ang's tone was calm, without any sarcasm.

"But I can offer you another way."

He brought up a holographic projection from the system panel.