Chapter 18 Boss Luo Who Owns Nothing_1

"This is the Third Red Coast Base!"

"Great world savior, light of the galaxy, traveler through time and space, guardian of justice, Balala Energy Magic Castle Guardian, and builder of the Multiverse Empire, Mr. Logic!"

"Welcome..."

"...to your return!"

Upon hearing these grandiose titles, Pan Han's expression turned a bit odd, and he stealthily shifted his gaze to the side.

And there stood Logic.

At that moment, he had just returned from the Marvel Universe, and when he learned that the Third Base was partially completed, he eagerly came to visit.

After all, it was his very first headquarters, and it was very likely that he would spend many years here; it was practically his home.

But he had never imagined...

That 108 would pull off something like this.

Although it was his own little quirk, being exposed in front of others...

So embarrassing!

Logic touched his nose and then, as if nothing had happened, casually put his hands in his pockets with a calm demeanor and an air of invisible authority emanating from him, "Report on the current progress."

Beams of transparent light shone down, brightening the once-dark corridor and leading Logic and Pan Han down another path.

And at the end of that path...

Was an incredibly vast and particularly splendid room that could accommodate hundreds of people.

The echo of a vacant voice resounded within the room.

"The construction progress of the Third Red Coast Base is 0.006%, with a projected total of 1,344 rooms over an area of 16,300 acres; current excavation completion is 0.0008%."

An area of over 16,300 acres?

Logic couldn't help but be taken aback, it was that much?

Following that, he let out a wry laugh.

He was now a rich man, the epitome of a wicked capitalist hung by workers on streetlights, no longer needing to worry about whether to buy a ninety or a hundred square meter house.

Just over ten thousand acres, that's all.

Easy-peasy!

Anyway, at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, it's vast land with no greedy capitalists daring to speculate on real estate.

Hiss!!!

I could be that capitalist!

If the entire Pacific Ocean Floor was developed, it would be hundreds of times larger than any country in the world!

That'd be worth trillions!

Hiss!

Hiss!

I've made it, Dao Ye!

"Over ten thousand acres should indeed be sufficient..."

Logic pondered another issue, "With the current technology, how long will it take to complete the Third Red Coast Base?"

"The estimated shortest time is three months, with the longest time being indefinite!"

Huh?

What's that supposed to mean?

Seemingly having caught onto the confusion in Logic's mind, Pan Han coughed behind him and said with a pitiable look, "Boss, I have some bad news for you, we're about to run out of money..."

"Is there still a few hundred billion left?"

"Uh... we only owe the bank thirty billion..."

At that moment...

Logic could no longer maintain his cool demeanor and promptly slapped his thigh, "What? What did you say?"

His eyes were wide with astonishment as he stared straight at Pan Han, who was once Evans's right-hand man and now the financial chief of ETO, his own money manager.

His voice was quite loud!

"Where did all that money go?"

When he took over Evans's organization...

He had inherited hundreds of billions in funds!

He was still basking in pride at the time, feeling like one of the world's top super-rich.

And just a few days later?

Pan Han was telling him he's bankrupt??

Even more ruthlessly capitalistic than I, the heartless capitalist. Without a reasonable explanation, I might just turn into a worker grandpa, wielding a streetlight, showing you what the people's anger really is.

Pan Han wore a look of grievance, digging out a thick notebook filled with dense figures—entries of his meticulously kept accounts.

"On the 13th of this month, you purchased a large quantity of rare materials, here's the list. It took thirteen assembly lines before the materials were assembled to produce the Iron Armor, costing nearly thirty billion."

"On the 14th of this month, you bought a large amount of building materials, and six cargo ships…"

"On the 15th of this month, three sentences, spent a hundred billion on a woman…"

Hearing this, the previously listless Logic instantly perked up, since the prior expenditures were a result of his own reckless spending, he had to own the responsibility.

But what was this about three sentences costing a hundred billion for a woman?

"What are you talking about?!"

"That's slander!"

"I'm getting a lawyer!"

Before Logic could deflect, Pan Han impassively slid a record sheet across to him, clearly showing Logic's own signature.

Logic took a closer look.

His jaw dropped.

Looking left and right, the handwriting seemed indistinguishably his own—uniquely ugly in a way that would be tough for anyone to imitate.

After some time,

Logic finally realized what was happening and spoke with a touch of irritation, "108, I need an explanation! What does 'three sentences for a woman cost me a hundred billion' mean? Don't tell me you decided to court a romance across genders in my name!"

He was sure he hadn't signed anything.

And in this world, the one who could mimic his handwriting to such a near-identical degree

was his AI butler,

108 indeed!

Could this guy have actually spent a hundred billion on romance?

Human-machine interaction?

Hiss!

As Logic sucked in a cold breath, a projection lit up in front of him, showing a video from his laboratory.

There was Logic, head down, focused on his Flying Blades and attempting to integrate them with the erratic motion of three small orbs.

Just at that moment,

a woman came straight over to him, her expression nervous, holding a proposal, and cautiously asking, "Boss, I have a good idea…"

The Logic of that time didn't even look up, replying offhandedly.

"Go on!"

"I want to launch a new project, Mr. 108 has already approved it, just waiting for your review…"

"Fine!"

The woman, somewhat incredulous at this easy success yet still uneasy, double-checked, "It's a bit expensive…"

"No problem! We've got money!"

The woman promptly left, excited.

And above Logic's head appeared an image of a money bag, conspicuously displaying…

"-100,0000,0000."

Logic: (꒪⌓꒪)

When he looked at his past video, his eyes rolled, speechless, remembering how he was engrossed in the fantasy of being the richest man in the world.

Failing to realize,

it was all fake.

In just a few days, he went from the richest man to the most indebted.

That feeling,

perhaps only Boss Xu of Evergrande would understand!

At this moment, Logic was still trying to cling on to hope, "Can we get back that woman's hundred billion? I suddenly feel that her project isn't that important anymore…"

"The boss must have forgotten, her project is a deep-sea elevator, which can transport materials from the surface to the ocean floor at the fastest speed. I've calculated that if the project succeeds, it could save us three trillion. Of course, that's if the Third Red Coast Base isn't expanded. Should we retract the funds?"

Spending a hundred billion to save three trillion.

Sounded too good a deal.

But Logic had a sudden ominous premonition, his voice trembling, "Exactly how much is the Third Red Coast Base going to cost?"

"Not much, just twenty-three trillion!"

Vonima!

Utterly broke~~