I have a space station

"Oh, right, what did you come here for today?"

"Feed!" Yan Zhengping glanced at him and said loudly.

"Oh, right, right, feed! The rat feed is ready?" Zong Zhengyue finally reacted and asked curiously.

"It's ready." Yan Zhengping nodded and took out two plastic bags from his bag.

The two bags contained feed samples made from mutated fish and mutated ants, respectively.

"Two types?" Zong Zhengyue took them and looked at them, asking.

"Actually, it's just one type, but made with different ingredients," Yan Zhengping replied.

Zong Zhengyue opened the bag, took out a few pellets, looked at them, and smelled them.

"What materials are they made of?" Zong Zhengyue asked.

"Mutated ants," Yan Zhengping replied.

"Mutated ants?" Zong Zhengyue's eyes widened.

"That's right," Yan Zhengping nodded.

"Will the rats be okay after eating them?" Zong Zhengyue asked incredulously.

"They will be fine. They have been completely crushed and sterilized at high temperatures." Yan Zhengping repeated Dongfang Chen's explanation.

"How are you selling this?" Zong Zhengyue asked.

"Two options, see which one you choose." Yan Zhengping held up two fingers and said.

"First, directly purchase the feed. The purchase price is 12 crystal cores per bag, one bag of 50 jin."

"Second, cooperative production, with costs shared according to our respective usage."

Yan Zhengping's price wasn't as ruthless as before because Dongfang Chen had already reminded him that feed wasn't a monopoly business and it wasn't appropriate to quote a high price.

"What do you mean by cooperative production?" Zong Zhengyue asked.

"It means we produce it together," Yan Zhengping said.

"You mean we can produce the feed ourselves?" Zong Zhengyue asked in disbelief.

He knew what kind of person Dongfang Chen was. Would he not make money if he had crystal cores? That was impossible. This question was exactly the same as Yan Zhengping's at the time.

"That's right," Yan Zhengping affirmed.

"That kid is willing?" Zong Zhengyue continued to ask.

"This is the plan he proposed," Yan Zhengping explained.

So Yan Zhengping explained the processing of the feed and the key issues in between.

After listening, Zong Zhengyue also understood. So Dongfang Chen wasn't just not making money, but changing the way he made money. He wanted to earn crystal cores, but didn't want to work too hard. He was the only one in the world like that.

"If we cooperate in production, how exactly would we cooperate?" Zong Zhengyue continued to ask.

"Dongfang Chen will extract 10 crystal cores per bag of feed until the plane is completely paid off. The method of cooperation is that the cost of the plane is shared equally, and the feed produced is distributed equally," Yan Zhengping said.

His price was completely non-profit, just reducing pressure and risk.

Zong Zhengyue nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Okay, let's do that then, we'll start as soon as possible." Zong Zhengyue made a decision after a little calculation.

"Oh, right, Lao Yan, you have to arrange some breeding rats for me," Zong Zhengyue said.

"Okay, but I can only sell you 100,000 at most, and you can slowly breed the rest yourself," Yan Zhengping agreed.

He deliberately emphasized the words "sell to you" to tell him that it wasn't free.

Zong Zhengyue nodded, naturally understanding.

… …

Binjiang City Huatong Chamber of Commerce Underground Base.

The man from the Institute of Technology brought a group of people early in the morning.

"Sir, who are you looking for?" The receptionist at the Chamber of Commerce wasn't the one who received him yesterday. She didn't recognize the man, so she routinely asked.

"You can continue with your work, I'll go directly to Niu Xingwang." The man didn't find it strange that the receptionist wasn't the same as yesterday, because the time he came today was different from yesterday.

"Hey, sir. Do you have an appointment? If you don't have an appointment, you can't go in." Seeing the man walking straight in, the woman hurried over and stood in front of him.

"Get out of the way!" The man was annoyed.

He came here today to take over the management of the Chamber of Commerce, so he didn't want to lose his temper. But the receptionist's stubbornness ignited his anger.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I can't let you in." The woman still refused to budge.

"Who are you people, how dare you cause trouble in the Huatong Chamber of Commerce? Don't you want to live?" At this moment, a man walked over with a few people, scolding as he walked.

The person who came was Zhang Yuankui and the security personnel of the Mercenary Guild.

"Who are you?" The man looked at Zhang Yuankui and asked.

"Sky Fiend, the president of the Mercenary Guild," Zhang Yuankui said.

"I'm handling the internal affairs of the Chamber of Commerce, please leave," the man said coldly.

"Who are you? When did it become your turn to handle the internal affairs of the Huatong Chamber of Commerce?" Zhang Yuankui asked forcefully.

"I am the largest shareholder of the Huatong Chamber of Commerce," the man said.

"Shareholder? I'm sorry, I haven't heard of the Chamber of Commerce having shareholders," Zhang Yuankui didn't buy it at all.

How could a shareholder be a thing? This was clearly an insult.

"You!" The man forcibly suppressed his anger.