Chapter 180 This is the Federation Dream [Monthly Ticket 666+4]

The quiet theater was like before the sacred statues of a monastery; every person was staring, unblinkingly, at Lance bathed in the spotlight's golden glow, as if waiting for a voice to come from the heavens.

Perhaps it was a few seconds, or maybe longer, when Lance finally spoke. His voice wasn't loud, but it was clear, clear as though a heavy hammer was striking their eardrums!

"At least eight or nine hundred!"

Some people felt drained after hearing this number, and the old man couldn't even stand anymore, slumping into his chair!

It was hard for them to believe this number was real, but they had no choice but to believe it, because Lance was telling them it was a fact!

"One pound of wine, as long as it's not spoiled, is currently priced between 50 and 80 cents on the market."

"In fact, our production is about one thousand five hundred pounds, so I gave you a very low estimate."