Chapter 2775. Space Garden
Although he already knew Xie Qing King was very rich, after seeing the system that the man had purchased, Han Sen was well-and-truly flabbergasted.
That was especially true when he saw Xie Qing King piloting a ZT27 Ming King battleship to pick him up. Han Sen suddenly doubted that Xie Qing King had earned all this dough just by selling comics. The man had to be selling weapons on the black market or something.
That battleship had once belonged to the Extreme King. It was the type of battleship only their kings could use. Ordinarily, only princes, princesses, and other royals were allowed to pilot such powerful ships. Although it was a small battleship compared to what some races possessed, the equipment, tools, and weapons on-board were the best in the universe. That was especially true of its defenses. It could withstand the strikes of a primitive deified without even having its paint scratched. This wasn’t something you could buy in your average street market.
“The Extreme King Prince Chrisman is a fan of my books. This was a gift he sent me, in exchange for the latest edition in my series.” Xie Qing King looked and sounded so proud when he saw Han Sen’s open-jawed astonishment.
“You cow…” Han Sen gave him a thumbs up. He had nothing else to say. He really did admire his old friend’s success.
There were a lot of humans, spirits, and creatures who had crossed over from the sanctuary in recent times, but he was certain Xie Qing King had been the most successful. But the key for him reaching this monetary zenith was a vast amount of self-determination. He got there himself, and he hadn’t relied on anyone. Han Sen admired that.
Snowball, who was sitting next to Xie Qing King, had received a complete makeover. It was wearing all sorts of fancy stuff. Even the dog tags on its neck were famous in the universe. It had a small, gentleman’s hat upon its head—which just so happened to be a high-class treasure.
Aside from the word “rich,” Han Sen didn’t know how to describe the pair.
“Old Han, have you ever thought about making your own mountain?” Xie Qing King tossed an arm around Han Sen’s shoulders and passed him a cigarette.