Working at an otherworldly junkyard, making a fortune by collecting trash.

Chen Chen slept soundly through the night and woke up to bright daylight.

He remembered his appointment with the person in charge of the Yangshizi platform yesterday, so after a quick wash, he changed into clean casual clothes and went out.

Yesterday morning, he only mentioned on the phone that he was free to sign a contract today, and the other party rushed to City C with his subordinates in the afternoon.

This decisive and efficient attitude demonstrates the sincerity of the cooperation.

The meeting place was set in a private room of a teahouse near Chen Chen's residence. The antique-style decor, the fragrant aroma of tea, and the quiet environment were perfect for discussing business.

Chen Chen arrived ten minutes early. As soon as he pushed open the door to the private room, he saw that there were already two people sitting inside.

A man dressed in a well-tailored black suit, with his hair neatly combed, looking to be around forty years old, with fine lines around his eyes that couldn't hide his calm and capable demeanor, was none other than Zhou Ming, the person in charge of Yangshizi.

He was accompanied by a young assistant who was holding a thick folder and carefully organizing it, not even bothering to look up when the door opened.

"Mr. Chen, you've arrived!"

Upon hearing the noise, Zhou Ming immediately stood up and came to greet him with a perfectly warm smile, extending his hand.

"I am Zhou Ming, the person in charge of the Yangshizi platform. I was the one who spoke to you on the phone yesterday."

"Chen Chen".

Chen Chen reached out and shook his hand; their palms touched, the other's hand warm and strong. His tone was calm, his gaze sweeping over the furnishings in the private room. "Mr. Zhou, you've arrived early."

"It's our honor to work with Mr. Chen." Zhou Ming smiled and stepped aside to gesture for Chen Chen to sit down, then personally picked up the teacup on the table.

"Mr. Chen, please have some tea. This is freshly brewed pre-Qingming Longjing tea."

"No need to be so polite, let's get down to business." Chen Chen waved his hand, not picking up his teacup, and went straight to the point.

Seeing this, Zhou Ming didn't hesitate and gave his assistant a wink.

The assistant immediately stepped forward, respectfully pushed a draft contract in front of Chen Chen, and handed him a pen with the Yangshizi logo.

"Mr. Chen, this is the contract we drafted based on our previous communication. You can take a look at it first."

Chen Chen picked up the contract, ran his fingertips over the thick paper, and carefully looked through it.

The core terms of the contract are clear and unambiguous: Chen Chen will invest 5 million yuan to acquire the copyrights of all entertainment works on the Yangshizi platform, covering all categories such as TV series, movies, animation, and music.

It was also clearly stipulated that these works are for Chen Chen's personal use only and may not be used for other commercial or non-commercial purposes on Blue Star.

The terms and conditions were written very clearly, without any ambiguous statements or hidden traps, and the sincerity was evident in every word.

Chen Chen quickly scanned all the supplementary clauses, and after confirming that there were no objections, he picked up a pen and signed his name elegantly in the position for Party B.

The moment the pen touched the paper, Zhou Ming's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was completely at ease.

Looking at the strong handwriting on the contract, his smile became even more genuine. He quickly picked up a pen and signed his name in the position of Party A.

After they signed, the assistant immediately stepped forward and handed two copies of the contract to the two people respectively.

Zhou Ming carefully put away his share, then picked up his teacup and raised it to Chen Chen, saying, "Mr. Chen, it's a pleasure to cooperate! Regarding payments, we have opened a dedicated channel, and you can make the payment at any time. Once the funds arrive, we will complete all copyright transfer procedures within 24 hours."

"It's a pleasure doing business with you." Chen Chen nodded slightly, putting the contract into his bag. "I'll arrange the payment as soon as possible."

After a brief chat about the details of the copyright handover, Chen Chen got up to say goodbye.

After leaving the teahouse, he went straight back to the warehouse.

As soon as he stepped into the empty warehouse, Chen Chen took out his phone and dialed General Li's number.

The phone was answered after two rings, and he got straight to the point: "Mr. Li, we have some new goods that have arrived, quite a lot of them, but I haven't sent them for testing yet."

General Li's voice came through the receiver, carrying a hint of barely perceptible urgency: "Alright! I'll arrange for someone to go there immediately. You wait there for a while."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Chen walked to the center of the warehouse. With a thought, a large amount of dark green seaweed poured out from the space.

The dark green leaves intertwined and piled up on the ground, quickly forming a small hill, and a faint salty smell of seawater filled the air.

This time, he released some of the Arak seaweed.

After doing all this, he moved a deck chair over and placed it next to the seaweed pile. He then took out a tablet from his ring, opened the newly updated anime, and leisurely leaned back in the chair, watching while waiting for someone.

He thought it would take at least half an hour, since even if the military was fast, they still needed to coordinate manpower and vehicles.

Unexpectedly, before he could even finish watching an episode of the anime, the warehouse door was pushed open from the outside, and a series of orderly footsteps approached from afar.

Chen Chen looked up and saw a group of five people standing at the door. The leader was a middle-aged man in civilian clothes, with a tall and straight posture and sharp eyes. Behind him were several people with military bearing.

The middle-aged man stepped forward first, gave Chen Chen a standard military salute, and spoke in a loud and steady voice.

"Hello, Comrade Chen Chen, we are people sent by Elder Li. My name is Zhao Gang, and I am in charge of receiving and testing the supplies this time."

"Comrade Zhao, hello." Chen Chen sat up from the recliner and pointed to the mountain of seaweed behind him.

"These items in the warehouse are for the military. Could you send me a copy once your test results are available?"

"That's only right!" Zhao Gang nodded immediately, then glanced at the dark green seaweed hill and asked earnestly.

"Then we'll begin arranging the handling and testing. We'll report back to you as soon as the quantity is tallied. Comrade Chen Chen, what's the price for this batch of Arachnite seaweed?"

"Hmm..." Chen Chen's gaze swept over the seaweed that almost filled half the warehouse, tapped his fingertips lightly on his knee, and after a moment of contemplation, quoted a price.

"One yuan per jin. After moving this whole room, I'll still have about two jin left."

"One yuan per pound?" Zhao Gang looked up abruptly, his eyes wide with disbelief.

He clearly remembered that yesterday, the Rouge Apples that Chen Chen listed on Taozi.com cost 88 yuan each. How come the price of this batch of seaweed was so low?

Could it be that because this supply is for the military, Comrade Chen Chen deliberately lowered the price, even not intending to make a profit, in order to support the front lines?

The moment the thought crossed Zhao Gang's mind, a surge of emotion welled up within him, and his gaze toward Chen Chen became filled with even more admiration and fervor.

The soldiers behind him were also stunned. They looked at each other, and their eyes were filled with the same emotion.

Only Chen Chen himself knew that what he said was not a lie.

He planned to price the product at 10 yuan per kilogram to the public and sell it to the military for 1 yuan per kilogram, all because he knew that the peace and tranquility of society was due to the soldiers who were at the forefront.

What's more, Rouge Apple just made over 40 million yesterday. Most importantly, these seaweed products aren't even defective; they're just fish feed from the No. 18 sea area. He felt a little guilty about selling fish feed at such an exorbitant price.

Sure enough, he's too kind-hearted. No, I need to change that!

"This seaweed is called Arak seaweed," Chen Chen said slowly, meeting everyone's gaze, sharing the information that Xiao Bu had scanned.

"It has an exceptionally fast reproductive capacity and a sweet taste, making it a high-quality raw material for fish feed on Planet Neptune 248."

"Thank you for informing us, Mr. Chen. We've taken note!" Zhao Gang immediately said solemnly, nodding to Chen Chen again.

Without further delay, the group immediately set to work, carrying bundles of seaweed to the truck parked outside the warehouse.

Chen Chen watched them run back and forth more than a dozen times, beads of sweat appearing on their foreheads, so he simply dialed Old Li's number again.

"Mr. Li, does the person who came to pick up the goods know about my spatial button?" Chen Chen asked directly.

"I know," Old Li's voice was firm. "They have all signed the highest level of confidentiality agreements. They are the people specifically responsible for protecting you and liaising with you. They are absolutely reliable."

"Understood, thank you, Elder Li." Chen Chen hung up the phone without further hesitation. With a thought, the seaweed that hadn't been completely moved from the warehouse vanished instantly and was stored back into his spatial storage.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Gang and several soldiers suddenly stopped in their tracks, a hint of surprise flashing across their faces before they regained their composure.

They had long heard that Chen Chen had special storage abilities, and seeing it with their own eyes today, they knew that the rumors were true.

The next second, Chen Chen walked straight to the truck and ran his hand over the empty truck beds one by one. The previously empty truck beds were instantly filled with mountains of Arachnine seaweed, leaving not a single gap.

"Remember to send me the test results as soon as they come out," Chen Chen instructed Zhao Gang, then stood at the warehouse entrance, watching the convoy slowly drive away.

Within an hour, Chen Chen received an encrypted test report on his phone. He opened the file and read it carefully:

Arak seaweed test report

It is rich in trace elements such as calcium, iron, and potassium, far exceeding that of ordinary seafood;

It contains a large amount of B vitamins and vitamin C, and has outstanding antioxidant capabilities;

It has the effects of helping to lower blood pressure, improve gut microbiota, and regulate thyroid function;

It has a sweet taste and a crisp texture. It is prepared and eaten in the same way as kelp, and its appearance is also similar to kelp.

"This seaweed is actually so valuable? Isn't it just an enhanced version of kelp?" Chen Chen muttered to himself as he looked at the report.

He originally thought it was just high-quality fish food, but he didn't expect it to have so many benefits for the human body.

"Should I sell it for a higher price? Is 10 yuan per jin (500g) too cheap for retail?"

He tapped his finger on the screen, pondered for a moment, and finally shook his head: "Forget it, 10 yuan a pound it is."

Chen Chen calculated the remaining seaweed in the space, and there were a total of 10 jin.

He quickly came up with a plan: to reserve 10,000 jin for his customer base as a way to give back to his loyal customers.

The online store listed 20,000 jin (10,000 kg) of goods, leaving 20,000 jin (10,000 kg) for Shen Wanlin and the remaining 50,000 jin (25,000 kg) for his elder brother Wu Suowei.

As for the remaining hundred or so kilograms, he kept them for himself, Ji Yunli, and Deng Lijun to have a taste.