Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

A week later.

Lin Bai returned to the second battlefield of the scavengers.

In the past, this place was a goldmine that scavengers would fight tooth and nail for.

Whenever the giant airships in the inner city open their hatches, the ground instantly erupts in chaos.

Countless ragged men, their eyes bloodshot, would fight tooth and nail for a few pieces of valuable material.

But today, the place is unusually deserted.

A huge shadow swept by, and the airship cascaded down countless pieces of trash.

But there were only a few cats and kittens on the ground, lazily swinging their grappling hooks.

He didn't look like someone who came to scavenge; he looked more like an old man taking a stroll after dinner.

Lin Bai looked at the desolate scene and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

"Hey buddy, are you getting your supplies from the sewers too?"

Nearby, a middle-aged scavenger who was packing his bags to leave came over, his face showing excitement at the prospect of picking up money.

Lin Bai gave a vague reply: "A lot of people over there?"

"A lot? That's a lot!" The middle-aged man slapped his thigh, spitting as he spoke.

"The Dust Brotherhood must have lost their minds, actually taking over the sewers!"

"Ten silver coins for admission, and you can get one silver coin for killing a rat inside! My goodness, this isn't killing rats, it's practically picking up money by bending down!"

Another man wiping his dagger chuckled and chimed in:

"Exactly! Back then, when we were scavenging for food in garbage dumps, we had to kowtow to God to earn two silver coins a day."

"Now? If you hurry up, dozens of silver coins a day are nothing!"

"But we need to hurry," the man said in a low voice, his face mysterious.

"The rats down there are going to be killed off and become protected animals! There are more people down there than rats now, and they're really willing to use knives to fight over a monster."

"I spent all day yesterday trying to snag fifty of them."

"Be content! Fifty silver coins are half a gold coin. You couldn't save that much even after working for two months!"

"Hey, what do you guys think the Brotherhood is doing collecting so many dead rats?"

"Shh! Don't ask questions! I heard there's some big shot from the inner city involved. We small fry can just follow along and get some scraps!"

The group muttered amongst themselves as they scurried away, afraid that if they were even a step too late, they wouldn't be able to catch a single mouse hair.

Lin Bai watched them leave, his smile deepening.

This fire is burning even brighter than expected.

A nationwide effort to catch rats—that's the real "crowdfunding" of raw materials.

Now we'll see when Nie Chenyuan can reverse-engineer the materials for the Spirit-Breaking Bullet.

When the time comes, my "big gift" will definitely make his expression quite interesting.

You'd better hurry.

If you don't hurry up, where am I going to get the money to buy masks and refine potion ingredients?

"Let's get down to business first."

Lin Bai turned around and walked familiarly toward the inconspicuous tin shack in the corner of the camp.

......

Behind the counter, old Jack, sporting his signature bulbous nose, was idly swatting flies.

"Welcome... Oh! Isn't this... our big client?"

Upon seeing Lin Bai, Old Jack's face, which had been drooping like a Shar-Pei, instantly blossomed into a chrysanthemum.

He remembered clearly that although this gentleman looked young, he was actually very wealthy.

"Business has been pretty slow these past few days," Lin Bai said, glancing around the empty shops.

"Hey, don't even mention it," old Jack waved his hand sullenly. "It's all because of that damn sewer! All those scavengers are out here digging holes and killing rats now, who's going to come here?"

At this point, old Jack rubbed his hands together, his face full of flattery:

"Never mind that, sir. What would you like to order today? A batch of discarded protective gear from the inner city just arrived. Although it has some bloodstains, I've cleaned it thoroughly..."

Lin Bai shook his head and interrupted, "I don't want protective gear. I want a mask."

"Masks?" Old Jack paused for a moment, then pulled out several dusty boxes from under the counter.

"Yes, yes, yes, are you sure? Like those anti-gas ones? Or those scary, goblin-face ones?"

I want them all.

"Regardless of the material, quality, or even if it's broken and only half left, as long as it's a gold-plated mask that contains spiritual energy, I'll accept it all."

Old Jack's hand froze.

He looked up at Lin Bai as if he were looking at a landlord's foolish son:

"Take it all? My lord, are you kidding me? Alchemy equipment is just trash once it's broken..."

"Alright, you're God, how much do you want?"

"I want a thousand."

"Take away the young master?"

Old Jack's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"A thousand sheets? What do you need so many for?"

Lin Bai didn't explain, but simply held a black and gold card between two fingers and gently placed it on the counter.

The card shimmered with a luxurious dark gold luster, and the distinctive "Sky Dome" emblem in the corner was so striking it was almost blinding to Old Jack.

hiss--!

Old Jack gasped.

Having worked in this industry for decades, he knew all too well the significance of this card.

Sky Dome Bank Black Gold Card

This thing doesn't care about money, it only cares about people.

Only the true big shots in the inner city, or their direct agents, are qualified to obtain this card.

Old Jack's gaze towards Lin Bai changed.

If before they called him "Dad" only because of his money, now they wish they could immediately acknowledge him as their ancestor.

"This is the deposit, two thousand gold coins." Lin Bai tapped the card lightly with his finger.

"I need to deliver the first batch of goods within three days. Is that possible?"

Old Jack nodded frantically.

"Yes! Absolutely! Don't even mention a thousand masks; just ask, and I'll peel off a thousand special skins for you!"

"I'll get you at least a hundred sheets for the first batch within three days!"

"However... even though you're not picky, since it's related to alchemy, even if it's broken, it can still be used as material. The recycling price is estimated to be 50 to 100 gold coins per piece."

Actually, two thousand gold coins as a deposit is not enough for this price.

But he didn't dare mention it at all.

Are you kidding me? The person holding this card wouldn't be short of money, would they?

"Don't worry, I'll take your money; there's plenty of cash."

Lin Bai said casually, his gaze beginning to linger on the weapon racks in the store.

Having solved the most troublesome issue of finding the mask, it's time to do some research and buy a weapon.

I've almost mastered the alchemy skill of Sharpness Enchantment, and I urgently need a suitable melee weapon to use as my weapon.

In my mind, a dark yellow parchment slowly unfolds.

[Question: Which weapon in this store best suits me, Dad?]

[Driving simulation in progress...]

Just then, the shop door was pushed open again.

A tall and slender figure walked in.

The silver-gray combat uniform was well-tailored and clearly high-end, with the silver badge on the collar gleaming under the lights.

The newcomer had a pair of slightly gloomy blue eyes, and his face was full of arrogance that said "keep away".

Lin Bai turned around.

Eyes facing each other.

An awkward silence fell over the room for a second.

"Lanxiao?" Lin Bai raised an eyebrow.

What a small world!

After the last incident, Gu Canglan and Shen Shu didn't meet, but instead ran into this foul-mouthed man.

Lan Xiao's face twitched noticeably when she saw Lin Bai.

His gaze unconsciously swept towards the area behind Lin Bai.

When Lan Xiao saw Aya, her eyes twitched.

He seemed to recall the fear of being slapped against the wall that day, and the humiliation of being locked up by Gu Canglan.

But then, the pride of the elite class forced him to straighten his spine.

"Take a deep breath and ignore this person."

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