No one knows how Kolev could not sleep for the past three days.

He had vaguely seen it before

That transparent spaceship, that transparent spacecraft with particle transmission, that Feinan spacecraft that he had devoted his efforts to build for five or six years!

It casually broke through the Cass Federation's garbage planetary defense system.

Kolev eagerly wanted to board it and see what kind of strange technology this spaceship that had been 'blessed' by an advanced civilization had.

'That's the most awesome pirate ship ever dreamed of.'

Kolev repeated this in his mind.

But three days later, in the living room of the manor, Kolev looked at Yang Ming who entered through the main entrance and changed into a decent suit, and the two metal tickets that Yang Ming handed to him...

"Didn't we set off on your boat?" Kolev blinked.

Yang Ming smiled and said: "This is not a secret operation. We must make our trajectory clear and followable. And from now on, I am your nephew, Uncle Hatton."

"Oh, this!"

Kolev clutched the metal nameplate and shouted angrily: "Let me go up and have a look!"

"Where?" Yang Ming asked knowingly.

"Your ship!"

Kolev's eyes were blazing: "Let me broaden your horizons, and I won't take it from you."

"So that's it," Yang Ming looked at Kolev with a smile, "Don't worry, Uncle Hatton. When we get to the place, we have enough time. Now it's time to leave for the space port. I'll take an automatic taxi and be here in an hour.

Pick us up.”

"oh!"

Kolev gritted his teeth for a while: "We will transmit it directly. Is there any difficulty in this?"

"There are indeed difficulties."

Yang Ming explained in a low voice:

"Only I can complete particle transmission, and that machine can only bind one person. There are no changes inside the spacecraft, except that there is an additional transmission machine, a host that accommodates the photon brain, and several instruments to increase concealment. Others

It’s still the same.”

"Okay," Kolev shrugged, "I'm not looking forward to it that much."

"They... they don't want to directly disrupt the balance of the galaxy," Yang Ming explained. "The benefits they gave me are actually very limited. The real benefits will come later, after I can officially inherit this legacy."

Kolev cheered up and looked at the metal plate in his hand.

"Let me see where you want to go, my dear nephew. Tsk, Fallen Wind Empire? Where is that place?"

"The vassal state of the Sherman Empire, in the first spiral arm of the Milky Way, has eleven administrative stars and one hundred and two resource stars. Six of the administrative stars are in high poverty. The political environment is very complicated. There is currently a coup.

The possibility is the wrestling field between the New Confederacy and the Sherman Empire."

Yang Ming introduced it like a treasure trove:

"I have prepared a strategy on the way here. From here, we have to change planes twice."

"Where are you going to get an administrative star?" Kolev thought seriously.

"Yes, and we don't necessarily need an administrative star. A resource star that can barely accommodate people can also be used. This way, there will be more options to choose from."

Yang Ming answered briskly, walked to the floor mirror, and looked at himself in the mirror.

A decent suit, trimmed short hair, a face that is quite attractive even without the stubble, and strong muscles that are temporarily suppressed by the suit, making this suit bulge.

"Do I look like a rich second generation?" Yang Ming asked.

"It's not like that," Kolev gloomily set up his butler robot, "your eyes are too murderous, Yang Ming, and there are no signs of wine and sex draining your body between your eyebrows. This will make other young men subconsciously treat you.

To generate hostility, you need to temper this part of your edge."

Yang Ming frowned slightly and kept thinking about this fatal question.

Kolev asked: "Do I need to buy new potions?"

"I have prepared two years' worth of supplies myself," Yang Ming said. "With that transmission machine, it is very convenient for me to go to the black market."

Kolev thought for a few minutes: "We need a perfect identity concealment. Turmoil is about to break out there, and smart investors will not invest there."

"The Luofeng Empire was supposed to be very wealthy," Yang Ming explained. "Its first star produced a special composite mineral that could produce the core parts of coating machines and protective shields. A steady stream of businessmen went there for this composite mineral.

.It has been exploited by the Sherman Empire for years, and has recently become a dumping ground for new Confederate goods. Their royal family is corrupt and incompetent."

"Oh yes!"

Kolev immediately thought of something: "Rhodium-6 ring for the guide tube!"

Yang Ming smiled and said: "At any time, there are businessmen trying to get a piece of the pie, and so are we. But I suggest, Uncle Hatton, that you invest in building a downstream supporting factory."

"Yes, we don't have that much capital to shake up the existing market for rhodium-6 rings."

Kolev thought carefully.

He suddenly woke up and looked up at Yang Ming: "No, why should I invest? I work for you, and you still have to pay me a salary!"

"This is investment advice," Yang Ming shrugged, "I have limited funds here. If you don't want to invest there, I will return the one million to you later."

Kolev immediately beamed.

Yang Ming smiled and said: "Then I will ask you to borrow three million new federal coins to invest in building a factory."

"No way! Don't even think about it!"

Kolev held up the civilization stick and shouted: "I am the only one who robs others, no one has ever robbed me! No one!"

Then;

Half an hour later.

Ding dong!

Yang Ming looked at the successful payment interface on his dial and blinked his right eye at Kolev.

Kolev raised his hand to cover his forehead, feeling a little nostalgic for the previous project.

The son robot is really good, really.

…

In line with the principle of saving money, Yang Ming bought a regular ticket on Star United Airlines (Galaxy Star United Airlines).

But Yang Ming also didn't expect that the old Kolev had transformed from a heroic and thrifty pirate leader into a luxurious and extravagant black-hearted capitalist.

Old Kolev frowned and looked at the economy class cabin in front of him.

Hundreds of passengers were crowded into a narrow area, and the illegal addition of two rows of seats made the aisle appear very narrow, almost requiring one to walk sideways.

"What's wrong, uncle?" Yang Ming asked in a clear voice.

Kolev turned around and walked towards the flight attendant:

"Give me two upgrades... Yes, upgrade on all three routes. Normal business? No, no, no, better... medium private cabin? Why do I want a private cabin for couples with my nephew?

Is there a higher one? Oh, the Royal Palace, that’s it. Is it right for you to pay?”

Yang Ming came up with his suitcase and was about to swipe his card when Kolev completed the payment with a swipe of his finger.

"This is what I asked you to do," Kolev clicked his tongue, "my good nephew."

"Uncle, we should save a little."

"Oh, that's not necessary," Kolev smiled proudly, "Since the last time we traveled, I have counted my assets. As long as I don't mess around with business or make big investments, I can live a luxurious life as long as I want.

There will be no shortage for a hundred years."

Yang Ming could only shrug his shoulders.

They walked from the middle of the 600-meter-long passenger ship to the head area.

This is right above the bridge, with several huge portholes in front of it, allowing you to enjoy the magnificent scenery of the universe at sea. There are only sixteen egg-shaped seats in this huge area, and each seat is equivalent to a

The small cabin can accommodate two or three people playing cards and having fun.

‘Independent escape cabins’ are also one of the elements of the expensive fare here.

Besides them, there are four or five guests here.

'luxury.'

Yang Ming pouted and shook his head.

Kolev sat down in his seat calmly and confidently, turned to look at Yang Ming, and said with a smile: "Want to come and talk about investment plans? My good nephew."

"It's not too late to inspect the place again, uncle."

Yang Ming stretched, walked to the next cabin, hung his suit jacket on the wall, picked up an electronic book made of projection, and lay down in his seat.

Kolev hummed a simple tune, took out a square glass and fiddled with it.

Yang Ming was a little afraid that the old man had an occupational disease and would directly exercise authority on behalf of the captain of the Starliner passenger ship.
To be continued...