I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Su Qingwan pushed the spirit paper to the center of the table and pointed her finger at the last line of numbers.

"One hundred and seventy low-grade spirit stones per day."

Su Zhendong's gaze was fixed on that number, his lips moved twice but he didn't make a sound.

He has taken over most of the Su family's business and is more sensitive to profit figures than most people.

One hundred and seventy spirit stones is not much, but it is the income of fifty machines in a day. There is no need to purchase goods, no need for a manager, no need for employees to watch the shop, only three people are needed to patrol and maintain it.

Su Zhendong stood up and walked around the accounting room twice.

"One machine earns thirty-five spirit coins a day."

He stopped and turned around: "Ten thousand units?"

Su Qingwan did not respond.

"Ten thousand units, that's 350,000 spirit coins a day, which is equivalent to 3,500 spirit stones."

Su Zhendong's speech quickened: "One hundred and fifty thousand a month. A year—"

"Big brother."

"One million two hundred and sixty thousand spirit stones."

When Su Zhendong announced the numbers, he paused for a moment.

The Su family's entire business empire, including spirit material shops, spirit weapon workshops, elixir shops, spirit fields, and mines, generates an annual profit of 1.4 million spirit stones when all rents are added together.

A single wooden box nearly equaled the Su family's three-hundred-year-old accumulated wealth.

"Qingwan, go find Zheng Yifei right away. I need to purchase 10,000 units."

"Can't buy it."

Su Zhendong stopped in his tracks.

"Transfer machines are not commodities; they have no price."

Su Qingwan's tone was flat: "This project is a collaboration with Zheng Yifei. He provides the machines, the Su family is responsible for the operation, and the profits are split 40/60."

"Four and six? Who's four and who's six?"

"The Su family is fourth, and he is sixth."

Su Zhendong's expression changed.

Sixty percent of the profits go to Zheng Yifei, while the Su family provides manpower, land, and management, taking only forty percent. Based on a scale of 10,000 units, the Su family receives 500,000 spirit stones a year, with the remaining 760,000 going to a disciple at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

"On what grounds?"

"He designed the machine, his people carved the formation, he set the probability algorithm, and he has all the core technology."

Su Qingwan picked up her teacup and took a sip: "Without his blueprints and array plates, the Su family couldn't even replicate them. Moreover, those 60% weren't his alone; he must have been collaborating with a weapon refiner from the Weapon Peak."

Su Zhendong pursed his lips into a thin line.

After three years in business, he instinctively thought of a second option.

"Then we'll find a formation master ourselves, disassemble this machine, reverse-engineer it, and create the formation—"

"Big brother."

Su Qingwan put down her teacup, her voice unchanged, but with an added layer: "I signed a cooperation agreement with Zheng Yifei and swore an oath to Heaven."

Su Zhendong's words stuck in his throat.

A vow made in accordance with the will of Heaven.

The most inviolable constraint in the cultivation world; those who violate it will have their cultivation foundation destroyed at best, and be struck by heavenly lightning at worst.

Su Qingwan made a vow to Heaven, meaning that the Su family can only cooperate in this project, not go it alone, not imitate it, and not bypass Zheng Yifei.

Su Zhendong sat down in the chair, placed his hands on the table, and remained silent for a long time.

He was seventeen.

Su Zhendong's voice was a little dry: "A seventeen-year-old at the ninth level of Qi Refining made you swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao before even discussing cooperation with you."

Su Qingwan did not avoid his gaze.

"I sent it to him voluntarily. When he showed me the blueprints, he said something like, 'Ms. Su, I can give this business to someone else, but I chose the Su family, so I need a guarantee.'"

Su Zhendong closed his eyes.

He remembered the eight words his great-grandfather had said a couple of days ago.

Bold yet meticulous, unfathomable depths.

"OK."

Su Zhendong opened his eyes and slapped the table: "Since the oath has been made, let's cooperate. Go find him, 10,000 units, the sooner the better. First, fill the twenty-three markets under the jurisdiction of our Su family."

Su Qingwan nodded, picked up a pen and wrote a few lines on the communication talisman. The talisman flew out of the window and disappeared into the night.

The reply came quickly.

Zheng Yifei's handwriting was as concise as ever, but this time the content was longer than Su Qingwan had expected.

"Ten thousand units is too many. Currently, the production capacity is three hundred units per month, and it cannot be increased in the short term. There are two reasons: the engraving of the array plates requires the weapon refiner to personally calibrate the probability module. This step cannot be handed over to the apprentice. He can only engrave a maximum of ten sets a day;

The supply of the spirit wood casing also takes time; good spirit wood cannot be replaced with inferior products, as a loose casing will affect the accuracy of the rotating wheel.

Su Qingwan looked down.

"Don't rush the deployment. One unit per street is enough; too many units will actually do more harm than good. There are three reasons for this."

"First, the transfer machine earns small amounts of spirit coins from low-level rogue cultivators. A Qi Refining stage rogue cultivator earns less than 500 spirit coins a month. If you put ten machines on a street, he will invest half a month's income and won't even be able to afford food next month. He doesn't hate the machines, he hates the Su family."

"Secondly, scarcity drives up value. If there's only one machine on a street, there will be long queues, and those who don't get a turn will want to come back next time. This is called the hunger effect."

If you have them everywhere, and people can play with them just a few steps away, then nobody will find them special.

"Third, and most importantly, the purpose of the 'transfer machine' is entertainment, not making money."

The grassroots cultivators are our bread and butter. If we squeeze them dry, who will put in the coins later?

A steady, long-term approach is key; raising fish is more profitable than killing them. Next to each machine should be a sign that reads: "Gamble responsibly, three bets per day, quit while you're ahead." This line is essential.

Su Qingwan read the message talisman twice and placed it on the table.

Su Zhendong leaned over for a look, his brows furrowing at first before slowly relaxing.

Three hundred units per month.

At this rate, it would take at least half a year to cover all twenty-three markets of the Su family.

"Is he deliberately suppressing production capacity?"

Su Zhendong lowered his voice.

"It shouldn't be."

Su Qingwan shook her head: "Zheng Yifei is a meticulous person. He wouldn't give orders blindly, otherwise he would have gained the sect's favor so many years ago."

Su Zhendong leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest.

He admitted that the cooperation framework was designed flawlessly.

The core technology is in Zheng Yifei's hands, the production capacity is controlled by the weapon refiners, and the operation is handed over to the Su family. Each of the three parties has its own job, and none of them can replace the others or devour the others.

The most amazing thing is that oath made by Heaven.

It wasn't Zheng Yifei who forced Su Qingwan to post it; Su Qingwan posted it "voluntarily."

initiative.

An eighteen-year-old youth, before revealing his trump card, first makes the other party willingly block his way out.

Su Zhendong thought of a word—entering the game.

From the moment Su Qingwan first saw that transfer machine, she was already involved.

"Brother, there's one more thing."

Su Qingwan put away the communication talisman and said calmly, "Zheng Yifei said that the transfer plane is only the first step."

"What do you mean?"

"He has even bigger business dealings with us."

Su Zhendong's fingers stopped.

"Big brother."

Su Qingwan stood up and put the ledgers on the table into her storage bag: "I'll follow up with him tomorrow regarding the order for three hundred units. The deployment plan will follow his instructions: one unit per street, starting with the main street of Sujiafang Market, with other markets following up monthly."

Su Zhendong nodded, opened his mouth briefly, then closed it again.

Su Qingwan walked to the door and glanced back at him.

"Great-grandfather was right, this person is worth binding with."

Her voice was very soft, and she left the room after speaking.

Qingyun Sect, Inspectorate.

Zheng Yifei put away the communication talisman, gripped the mid-grade spirit stone in his hand again, closed his eyes, and began to circulate his energy.

He no longer needed to worry about the Su family's affairs. Su Zhendong was a businessman who could calculate things clearly; a 40% profit was enough to satisfy the Su family's appetite without making them consider swallowing up the entire project.

The claim of a monthly production capacity of 300 units is true, but not entirely true.

Xu Jian can carve ten sets of array plates a day, and three hundred sets a month, that's a fact.

However, if he were willing to break down the core part of the probability module into three processes, assign them to three apprentices to complete respectively, and finally have Xu Jian assemble and calibrate them, the production capacity could be increased to eight hundred or even one thousand.

He didn't say.

It's not that I can't bear to part with it, it's that I can't rush it.

If the transshipment network is expanded too quickly and the money comes in too fast, it will attract attention.

The Li family had just calmed down, and the newspaper hadn't even approved the project yet. But when the news spread that he, a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining, was earning hundreds of thousands of spirit stones a month, it wasn't just the Seventh Elder who was eyeing him.