Chapter 81: The Fat Sheep of the Tang Dynasty’s Fleeting Clouds

A full hundred million credit points. With so much money, he certainly wouldn’t leave without keeping some for himself.

The problem now was, how much would Luminous Night ask as compensation before agreeing to back down, and how much would this clueless streamer demand for his help?

“Help fee, five million; that woman, thirty million,” Old Liao said.

“Too low.”

Huang Yunshuo shook his head. Thirty million credit points—Luminous Night would never agree to that. He didn’t really know this woman, but her viewer account on the Starry Sky streaming platform was level sixty. According to the spending chart, she’d already gifted at least twenty million credit points! In his own stream, she never hesitated to shower him with yachts, tapping away as if her fingers were made of gold.

A woman like that, with hatred so deep she’d rather stay stuck in the novice village than level up or visit the town, just to block their path—how could thirty million persuade her? Impossible.

Even for himself, five million credit points seemed too little. Honestly, with these credit points falling from the sky, he’d be foolish not to grab them—never mind five million, even if only five hundred, he’d snatch them up without a second thought.

But this Tang Dynasty Phantom had a bad reputation, a big family, and the Mirror Ship was short on funds. The threat from the Kongsang fighter was like a blade at their throat—if he didn’t blackmail them, who would? If Luminous Night found out he’d convinced her to leave the village for a mere five million, she’d be annoyed—the price was insultingly low.

Old Liao fell silent for about five minutes, then suddenly sent a message.

“All right, fifteen million for you, seventy-five million for her. Final offer—deal or not?”

If it worked, the extra ten million would be his. If it didn’t, adding ten million more wouldn’t help. Old Liao was very clear about this.

Fifteen million as a help fee—Huang Yunshuo was satisfied.

Seventy-five million, though—would Luminous Night accept? After all, she’d spent twenty million just watching streams; the thought was terrifying.

“I’ll ask her.”

Satisfied, Huang Yunshuo wasted no words and quickly pinged Luminous Night.

“Hey beautiful, Tang Dynasty Phantom tracked me down—wants to pay seventy-five million credit points to buy your departure from the novice village.”

Luminous Night asked, “Are they paying you?”

“Fifteen million,” Huang Yunshuo replied, not hiding anything.

“Good, have him transfer the money. Once I see it, I’ll step into the teleportation array,” she said.

“Impressive.”

Huang Yunshuo sent a thumbs-up emoji, then informed Old Liao, “It’s done!”

Old Liao was so excited he nearly fainted.

My goodness.

He’d finally managed to send this female bandit packing!

He transferred the funds to both parties at lightning speed. Looking at the remaining balance—just over nine million—Old Liao felt a wave of contentment.

The vice president was full of flaws, but he had one excellent trait: money sent out was never asked for again!

If Old Liao could get Luminous Night to go to the town without spending a cent, the whole hundred million would be his. Of course, he couldn’t pull that off.

All three were delighted.

Huang Yunshuo guessed that Luminous Night had probably wanted to go to the town for a while now; after all, she’d wasted too much time in the novice village.

Suddenly, she was handed a stepping stone—of course she’d take the money and leave, and she was probably thrilled about it.

Goodness, she’d spent twenty million just watching streams, and now her balance had increased by half a billion—how could she not be delighted?

Oblivious to the world outside, Huang Yunshuo finally wrapped up his mining in the pit and prepared to log off.

“All our pickaxes are worn out. We’re planning to head out,” said Morning Dew and Fox Soft, who seemed to have been waiting for him—maybe watching a movie, maybe reading guides. When they saw him finish, they spoke.

“Took you this long to wear out just a few pickaxes? You’re too lazy,” Huang Yunshuo sneered.

The two women fell silent. Even though it was just a game, mining was exhausting. When they first started, their progress wasn’t far behind Huang Yunshuo, but after a long stretch, they were so worn out they’d given up.

Morning Dew swung her pickaxe once every fifteen seconds, only wearing down sixty points of durability in an hour.

Fox Soft managed two swings per minute—Huang Yunshuo suspected she’d only used up two pickaxes in total, so lazy, so ungrateful for the opportunity he’d given them.

Self-reliance brings prosperity—where else could you find such easy, profitable tasks?

They were really cheeky.

“I’ve got seven left. If you want to mine, I’ll give each of you one,” said Huang Yunshuo. See how diligent he was—he’d worn out ten pickaxes in no time. Two had broken because he hadn’t noticed the last point of durability.

“I don’t want to mine anymore,” Fox Soft said.

Morning Dew looked equally reluctant.

Huang Yunshuo checked the time—it was just past nine in the evening. The monster siege began at four in the morning; time was pressing. If the Hurricane Helmet weren’t so faulty, he wouldn’t log off at all.

“Just mine. I’ll log in later to check your pickaxe durability,” Huang Yunshuo said, not waiting for their refusal, tossing two pickaxes on the ground. Damn it, each one cost one hundred ninety-eight copper coins—forty thousand credit points—and they still looked unhappy. They really deserved a scolding.

“I’ve been online for ages—going to rest for half an hour,” Morning Dew said with a wry smile. How could a girl compare to Huang Yunshuo, who mined like he was on steroids? Two and a half hours of non-stop mining—it was terrifying.

“Me too. The eco pod needs rest,” Fox Soft added.

Huang Yunshuo couldn’t be bothered with them and logged off directly.

He took off his helmet, went to the observation deck, slumped onto the sofa, then lay back, stretching his limbs hard to relieve the strain mining had left in the game. He felt much better.

“Big Huang, everyone! The main brain is nearly repaired—come down and take a look!” A light screen lit up, and Yushi shouted from the cockpit.

Huang Yunshuo’s heart stirred, and he hurried toward the stairwell.

“The main brain is now fully repaired; current damage level: fifty-nine percent. Automation: moderate. Detection range: twenty-one minutes twelve seconds,” the system voice announced.

As the voice finished, lights across the ship came on, one by one, facilities activating and deactivating automatically.

The control room was brightly lit, a metallic, sci-fi 4D projection enveloping it like an illusion.

“Tail greets everyone—I’m back! Leave all the ship’s affairs to me from now on!” came a lively girl’s voice, brimming with excitement.