Witch, I'm really not the Deep Sea Ancient God!

Chen Qi was startled.

Steam Hand, a quite famous heavy industrial company in the Kingdom of Shell.

It's a company that extensively uses dangerous creations from the crack.

Because it can produce powerful, large Mechanical Armor, it's an entity many top players who want to operate Mecha encounter.

However, its clients are primarily major corporations and Shell Country officials, not civilians.

In this remote countryside, it's hardly known at all.

In this world, brand is crucial; if it's a modified product of this brand, the price could go up to three hundred thousand.

If the power core inside is undamaged, it would sell for at least five hundred thousand, or even a million...

Military-grade products, this modified piece's origin is way too wild...

Chen Qi stood up and looked towards Old Beili at the dock.

Old Beili immediately revealed a proud smile, and chuckled,

"How about that, this is what I retrofitted from the junk I collected.

This modified ship isn't too bad, right? Although it's a bit shabby, it's absolutely worth more than it costs."

You call Steam Hand's products junk?

If this ship could be repaired, he could use it for quite a long time.

And just owning the 'Steam Hand' emblem is a profit!

Chen Qi swallowed, and asked,

"How much for this ship?"

Old Beili sized up Chen Qi, and said with a smile,

"Forty thousand per month over four months, or a lump sum of one hundred thirty thousand."

Because the storms have been getting worse recently, and many dislike modified goods, Old Beili's quoted price wasn't high.

Installments?

Chen Qi hadn't expected to hear this term from a junkman.

The other party was quite business-minded.

Old Beili chuckled proudly; this installment plan was a trick he learned from a black-market dealer.

He didn't think Chen Qi would be able to pay on time. If there was even one month he couldn't pay, he had a reason to take the ship back.

Then, he'd have both the ship and the money.

Of course, unless the other party died.

After all, the sea had been rather dangerous lately; his ship could end up feeding the sharks along with him.

The next second, Chen Qi almost without hesitation said,

"I'll buy the ship, here's a four hundred deposit upfront!"

Chen Qi handed over two two-hundred denomination bills to him, then threw his backpack onto the ship.

He walked straight onto the ship's cabin, and pressed the start button.

A deposit? Old Beili was momentarily stunned, yet before he could speak, the steamboat began rumbling loudly.

The propeller's blades cut through the water, stirring up ripple after ripple.

Chen Qi grasped the helm and set sail towards the sea.

Extraordinary Rank was crucial; he didn't have spare time to chat with Old Beili now.

Full speed ahead!

Watching the departing Chen Qi, Old Beili glanced at the Mayor of Maro Town, venting,

"Mayor of Maro Town, can this kid really afford my ship?

Even if he sells his body to that generous lady from Black Whale Group, who's especially patient, he couldn't make a hundred thirty thousand in a week, could he?

Unless he earns it in the crack, that's possible."

The crack could claim lives or make one rich overnight.

To the crack...

To the crack!

The thought made Old Beili suddenly break into a cold sweat:

"Mayor of Maro Town, if he dies on the way to the crack then my ship will be gone too, it's my painstakingly modified ship."

"No, it can't be the crack, he's not the type of irrational person, and who goes to the crack alone? That's no different from suicide.

Don't be fooled by his appearance; most likely, he's been noticed by Instructor An.

Now, he's just carrying out tasks for Instructor An.

If he completes enough tasks, he may receive a precious Apprentice Occupation Card that money can't buy."

The Mayor of Maro Town exhaled a long ring of smoke, looking towards the disappearing boat on the horizon.

"Shouldn't be, right..."