Chapter 43 Don't panic, it's within the plan
No one knows how Kolev tossed and turned so restless during these three days.
He had vaguely seen it before.
That transparent spaceship, that transparent spaceship with particle transmission, the Feinan spaceship that he had devoted five or six years to building!
It easily broke through the planetary defense system of the Cass Federation garbage.
Kolev was eager to go aboard and see what kind of unique technology this spaceship, which had been "blessed" by a higher-level civilization, had.
'That's the best pirate ship ever.'
Kolev kept repeating this to himself.
But three days later, in the reception room of the manor, Kolev saw Yang Ming coming in through the main gate and changing into a decent suit, and Yang Ming handed him two metal tickets...
"Aren't we leaving on your ship?" Kolev blinked.
Yang Ming smiled and said, "This is not a secret operation. We need to make our path clear and traceable. 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 take a look!"
"Where to?" Yang Ming asked knowingly.
"Your ship!"
Kolev's eyes were shining with passion: "Let me go and broaden my horizons. I'm not stealing from you."
"So that's what it is," Yang Ming looked at Kolev with a smile, "Don't worry Uncle Hatton, we have plenty of time when we get there. It's time to set off for the spaceport now. I'll call an automatic taxi to pick us up in an hour."
"oh!"
Kolev gritted his teeth and said, "We can just transmit it directly. Is there any difficulty in that?"
“It is indeed difficult.”
Yang Ming explained in a low voice:
"Only I can complete the particle transmission. That machine can only be bound to one person. There is no change inside the spacecraft. There is only one more transmission machine, a host computer that houses the law photon brain, and a few instruments to increase concealment. Everything else remains the same."
"Well," Kolev shrugged, " I'm not looking forward to it that much."
" They ... they don't want to disrupt the balance of the Milky Way directly," Yang Ming explained. "The benefits they give me are actually very limited. The real benefits will come later, after I can officially inherit this legacy."
Kolev pulled himself together and looked at the metal plate in his hand.
"Let me see where you want to go, my dear nephew. Tsk, Falling Wind Empire? What kind of place is that?"
"A vassal state of the Sherman Empire, located in the first spiral arm of the Milky Way, it has eleven administrative stars and one hundred and two resource stars, six of which are in extreme poverty. The political environment is very complicated, and there is a possibility of a coup d'état. It is a wrestling arena between the New Federation and the Sherman Empire."
Yang Ming introduced them like a treasure:
"I've already made a plan on the way here. We have to change planes twice to get here."
"Where are you going to get an administrative star?" Kolev thought seriously.
"Yes, and we don't necessarily need an administrative planet. A resource planet that's barely habitable will also do. This way we have more options to choose from."
Yang Ming answered briskly, walked to the floor-length mirror and looked at himself in the mirror.
A well-fitting suit, trimmed short hair, a face that is still quite attractive without the stubble, and strong muscles that are temporarily suppressed by the suit, making the suit bulge out.
"Do I look like a rich second-generation?" Yang Ming asked.
"No," Kolev sullenly set up his butler robot, "Your eyes are too murderous, Yang Ming. There is no sign of being drained by alcohol and sex between your eyebrows. This will make other young men subconsciously hostile to you. You need to restrain this edge."
Yang Ming frowned slightly, constantly thinking about this fatal question.
Kolev asked, "Do we need to buy new medicine?"
"I prepared two years' worth of supplies myself," Yang Ming said, "With that transmission machine, it's very convenient for me to go to the black market."
Kolev thought for a few minutes and said, "We need a perfect identity cover. Unrest is about to break out there, and smart investors will not invest there."
"The Luofeng Empire should have been very wealthy," Yang Ming explained. "Its first star produces a special composite mineral that can produce core parts for coating machines and protective shields. A steady stream of merchants flocked to this composite mineral. It has been exploited by the Sherman Empire for years, and recently it has become a dumping ground for New Federation goods. Their royal family is corrupt and incompetent."
"Oh yes!"
Kolev immediately thought of something: "Rhodium-6 rings for the flow tube!"
Yang Ming smiled and said, "At any time, there are businessmen who try to get a piece of the pie, and so do we. But I suggest that Uncle Hatton invest in building a downstream supporting factory."
"Yes, we don't have that much capital to shake up the existing market of rhodium-6 rings."
Kolev thought carefully.
He suddenly came to his senses and stared at Yang Ming: "No, why should I invest? I work for you, and you still have to pay me!"
"This is an investment suggestion," 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 smiled.
Yang Ming smiled and said, "Then I will ask you to borrow three million New Federation coins to invest in building a factory."
"No way! Don't even think about it!"
Kolev raised his walking 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 watch face and blinked his right eye at Kolev.
Kolev raised his hand to his forehead, missing the previous project a little.
My son's robot is really good, really.
…
In line with the principle of saving money, Yang Ming bought an ordinary seat ticket for 'Star United Airlines' (Galaxy Interstellar United Airlines).
But Yang Ming had not expected that old Kolev had now transformed from a brave and frugal pirate leader into an extravagant and black-hearted capitalist.
Old Kolev frowned as he looked at the economy class in front of him.
Hundreds of passengers were squeezed into a narrow area. The two illegally added rows of seats made the aisle appear extremely narrow, and one almost had to turn sideways to walk through it.
"What's wrong, uncle?" Yang Ming asked in a clear voice.
Kolev turned and walked towards the flight attendant:
"Get me two upgrades... yes, all three routes upgraded. Business class? No, no, no, better... mid-level private cabin? Why do my nephew and I need a couple's private cabin? Is there a higher one? Oh, the Royal Palace, that's it. I'll pay here, right?"
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.
"It's my treat," Kolev said, "my good nephew."
"Uncle, we should save some money."
"Oh, that's not necessary," Kolev smiled smugly. "Since our last trip, I've taken inventory of my assets. As long as I don't mess around with business or make big investments, I can live a luxurious life for two hundred years without any financial difficulties."
Yang Ming could only shrug.
They walked from the middle of the 600-meter-long passenger ship to the head area.
This is right above the bridge, and right in front of it are several huge portholes, from which you can enjoy the magnificent view of the universe at sea. There are only sixteen egg-shaped seats in such a large area, and each seat is equivalent to a small cabin, which can accommodate two or three people to play cards and have fun.
The 'independent escape pod' is also part of the expensive ticket price here.
Besides the two of them, there were four or five other guests.
'luxury.'
Yang Ming curled his lips and shook his head.
Kolev calmly and confidently sat down in his seat, turned his head to look at Yang Ming, and said with a smile: "Would you like to talk about the investment plan together? My good nephew."
"It's not too late to investigate the local area, uncle."
Yang Ming stretched lazily, walked to the next cabin, hung his suit jacket on the wall, picked up a projected e-book, and lay down in his seat.
Kolev hummed a simple tune and took out a square of glass and fiddled with it.
Yang Ming was a little afraid that the old man's occupational disease would relapse, so he directly exercised the authority on behalf of the captain of the Star Line passenger ship.
"Where is my cousin developing now?" Yang Ming asked.
"She didn't go far," Kolev said with a smile. "Since she wants to start over in the workplace, I can't interfere with her."
"You don't know where Molly is?"
Yang Ming asked doubtfully, then turned on the projector on his watch and stared at a picture in a daze.
"Well, I do know," Kolev wondered, "What are you looking at?"
"Homemade attribute board."
"Attribute plate? What is that?"
Kolev wanted to take a closer look, but Yang Ming had already turned off the watch projection.
Yang Ming smiled and said, "It is one of the roles of my assistant Xiao Lu to help me understand myself intuitively. Okay, uncle, if you don't have any valuable questions, I'm going to start studying."
"Let me learn from you! You don't know how to care for the elderly at all!"
Kolev angrily closed his cabin door.
Yang Ming glanced at the two fellow passengers who were attracted by their conversation, smiled awkwardly, and lowered his head to continue reading the book introducing industrial development.
If you want to open a factory, you must understand some professional terms.
…
The first two thirds of the voyage were extremely peaceful, so peaceful that Yang Ming felt a little drowsy.
After two galactic days, two jumps, two smooth voyages, and passing by two bustling space stations, the spacecraft accepted passengers for the third time, and two new members also arrived in the royal hall at the head.
Yang Ming, who was reading a book, was attracted by the fragrance that invaded his nose and looked up at the beautiful figure passing by him.
This is a graceful young woman, whose hot figure is wrapped in a light brown tight tea dress; she has slightly curly long brown hair , a three-dimensional face, and her plump lips are pursed from time to time.
She was a little uneasy.
Yang Ming keenly noticed that this beautiful woman seemed to be afraid of something and her eyes kept looking around.
'not my business.'
Yang Ming put on his headphones and slowly lay down, allowing himself to concentrate on the ocean of industry.
Soon, the spacecraft set sail again and headed towards the directional jump channel. The next stop was the first star of the Luofeng Empire.
Yang Ming keenly noticed that the beautiful woman in front of him on his left seemed to be getting more and more uneasy.
She kept checking the time on the network terminal and opened the variety show videos several times, but quickly closed them in annoyance. Whenever someone moved behind her, she would immediately look over, her eyes full of tension.
What the hell?
Yang Ming also felt uneasy in his heart.
Don't let anything weird happen.
There is no need for blood tests during normal voyages, but if something unusual happens, you can’t be sure.
Moreover, they were going to the Luofeng Empire to cause trouble. If they received extra attention from the beginning, it would easily cause unnecessary trouble.
'Hopefully she's hiding from her rival.'
Yang Ming prayed like this.
Two hours later, the spacecraft entered deep navigation, the light in each cabin became dimmer, and the starry sky became exceptionally brilliant.
The woman stood up with her network access terminal, lowered her head, walked past Yang Ming's seat, and hurried to the back.
Yang Ming hopes that this is an ordinary toilet ritual.
Although Yang Ming knew this was impossible.
Yang Ming had already caught the breathing sound hidden behind the head cabin door. There were two well-trained men there, who had been observing this woman for a long time.
Women enter the head public bathroom, which has three separate toilets and two single bathing cabins.
The two men rushed forward!
Yang Ming raised his hand and rubbed the corners of his eyes.
He keenly captured all kinds of subtle sounds coming from the public bathroom, knocking on the door, unspoken shouts, the sound of high heels scratching on the soft carpet, and rapid low growls.
They were strangling her neck hard.
Don’t the two murderers have any high-tech spy equipment?
"I can't get involved in this matter. I can't make things complicated. I'm not a messenger of justice. All my actions now must be within the plan."
Yang Ming kept reminding himself in his heart.
He decided to remind Kolev as well.
"Uncle Hatton," Yang Ming turned his head and called out, "Are you asleep, Uncle Hatton? I think we can..."
Yang Ming jumped up.
Kolev's 'egg chamber' was closed, and no breathing sound could be heard. Looking inside through the gap, it was empty.
When did he disappear?
I have been monitoring the external environment for the past half hour and have not found anything unusual here. Kolev definitely has not moved around in the past half hour!
Yang Ming frowned and looked towards the public bathroom. This old man wouldn't be able to...
…
"Oh, finally."
Kolev let out a soft moan from the tip of his nose.
Constipation in the elderly is really a tormenting problem.
Kolev sighed softly and pressed the button of the automatic toilet, and the last trace of stench that escaped was neutralized.
He pulled up his trousers, held his waist, sighed softly, hummed a pleasant tune, unlatched the door, and opened the soundproof door of the bathroom.
