Chapter 24 Accidentally Owning a Money Printing Factory_1

Humanity had actually been psychologically prepared, for the twenty-five-hundred-year journey of The Wandering Earth, the planet's engines utilized heavy element nuclear fusion, a technology with low mass-energy conversion efficiency, consuming a large amount of silicon.

According to psychological expectations.

At least forty percent of Earth's resources would be consumed!

Moreover, The Wandering Earth plan was filled with various uncertainties and potential crises.

After all, that was the universe.

In the vastness of the universe, humanity was still too small, everything belonged to the unknown!

A journey spanning twenty-five hundred years.

Too long, too long.

So long that no one truly believed that Earth would actually reach its destination.

At this moment, they were like people drowning, desperately drawing themselves a straw to cling onto, although they knew it was futile, no one wanted to burst the bubble.

And now.

Out popped a super-rich tycoon willing to provide for their food, housing, and wages, despite requiring them to work, but where is there work without labor?

To be able to survive on Earth, having meat to eat and water to drink was already more than satisfactory!

After all, according to their plan, they might very well end up receiving the treatment of Siberian prisoners in the future, subsisting on potatoes, oh no, perhaps even potatoes would be a luxury.

After hesitating for a while.

The Alliance government swiftly signed a contract with Logic, although the contract was of little practical use.

The two parties agreed.

The Alliance government would mine resources, according to the agreed-upon contribution value, then sell them to Logic in exchange for corresponding compensation, which would then be used to acquire the respective technology.

Logic listed so many technologies that made the people of The Wandering Earth drool non-stop, thinking if only they could trade for those technologies.

Hisss!

The feeling was just too irresistible!

Of course, compared to those technologies, the people of The Wandering Earth preferred the number one exchange item on the list even more.

The opportunity to join the Three-Body Civilization.

According to Logic, the Three-Body Civilization favored civilizations that were cultured, harmonious, and diligent. The Earthlings pondered and then thought, hey, isn't that describing us?

Strive!

Inward spiral!

Show the Trisolarans our sincerity!

Work hard to join the Three-Body!!

Come on, the progress bar has already reached ninety-nine percent!

Just one percent to go!

Logic, watching those who were duped by his own tricks yet felt they had stumbled upon a great deal, couldn't help feeling a bit guilty.

But when he saw those who emerged from the Underground City rejoicing with the survivors above ground, he couldn't suppress the smile that crept up on his face.

Let's consider it.

My reward for saving three billion lives, I suppose....

Speaking of which.

Having saved so many people, shouldn't there be a golden light shining above my head?

At the very least, there should be ten large halos of merit spinning around!

Wait until the day I encounter a world of immortal cultivation, they'll be scared to death for sure!

Filled with wicked amusement, Logic thought to himself that he hadn't stayed in The Wandering Earth world for too long because he had underestimated the power of humanity.

Especially the power when united.

The Alliance government, in just a matter of days, mobilized countless resources from around the world, innumerable planes, countless ships, endless trains, endless trucks...

Anything that could transport goods was put to use.

There were even people carrying the loads on their shoulders.

All sorts of materials piled up like mountains, making Logic's eyelids twitch because he realized he was an unqualified smuggler, having procured too much merchandise without securing a way to fence it.

Such a vast quantity of goods flooding into the market.

Would definitely be noticed!

Ah, so very much indeed! A felicitous worry!

Logic felt an unusual headache, but it didn't bother him for too long since most of the materials could be directly used to build the Third Red Coast Base; he just needed to consider how to earn thirty billion.

Earn thirty billion...

Not too bad!

Just need to sell seventy to eighty tons of gold...

So annoying!

In the end, it was the clever 108 who came up with an idea for him.

Just print money.

High-end business wars often adopt the simplest methods.

To repay the bank loans, you just need to repay the money, and according to 108's words, Logic didn't need to sell gold to earn money but to print money directly.

Logic chuckled.

Ah, right, right, right!

I'll get the acid-free paper, you handle the color-changing ink, and together we can definitely grow big and create a legacy!

But soon, he grasped the essence of 108's words.

He could really print money!

Even make it look more like US dollars than the actual US dollars!

Because inside The Wandering Earth, there really was an abandoned money printing factory, the actual plates for printing circuitry on US dollars, and acid-free paper.

For the world of The Wandering Earth, making these US dollars only required fixing up the old machines, clanging away, and they could print a heap, as much as they desired.

Print a freaking hundred billion if possible!

Once Logic realized this, he instantly felt like an insider; wasn't this just making something out of nothing? Taking the sweat of laborers using blank paper?

I, Logic,

love it so much!

After all, it's US dollars being printed, and if all else fails, I could print Japanese yen, Korean won!

Awesome!

So awesome!

Counterfeiting brings temporary joy.

Continuous counterfeiting brings constant joy.

Who can resist having their own money printing factory?

Just like no boy can resist a life-size doll!

Logic solved his debt problems, and even the issue of funding the Third Red Coast Base's construction, which cost trillions.

He left his shadow in The Wandering Earth.

And made another copy of 108.

Utilizing resources provided by the joint government for production and creation, continuously assembling production lines, endlessly manufacturing Mark III Armor, and forming an Iron Army, waiting for Logic's call to descend directly onto the battlefield.

Although the current Mark III was not as powerful as the later Marks, it was still an overwhelming force against ordinary people.

A suit of Mark III Armor could handle a few hundred armed people.

A hundred suits, that's an army of ten thousand!

A thousand suits, ten thousand suits...

Just thinking about it gets me excited; perhaps this is the joy of amassing an army!

As soon as Logic thought about this, he couldn't help but grind his teeth with resentment, "Tony, don't blame me for kicking your chubby backside for updates! Seriously, this armor's getting updated way too slowly. It's been days, and it's still the Mark III, no upgrade to the Mark IV, even the donkeys on the production team wouldn't be this lazy!"

He withdrew his consciousness.

In front of Pan Han, who stood there with his eyes wide and mouth agape, Logic handed over hundreds of billions in cash US dollars, which absolutely shocked him; his little head was buzzing nonstop.

After all, that was hundreds of billions in cash!

You couldn't even rob that from a bank!

Pan Han struggled painfully yet joyously, rising from the mountain of US dollars hundreds of meters long and wide, "Boss, someone seems to want to invite you to a meeting, it seems very secretive; they're unwilling to reveal a single detail."

"What's the name?"

"Seems to be surnamed Shi, looks big and burly, let me think... something like Xiaoqiang, not the one who writes literature, so don't get any weird ideas!"

Heh~

I, the very proper Logic, how could I possibly know some Xiaoqiang that writes literature?