The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

"This is truly a rather... ugly scene." The young man in the private room glanced at the chaotic scene below, casually slapped his knee hard, and then, as if realizing what had happened, grimaced in pain—looking incredibly stupid.

However, those around him would not underestimate him just because the young man appeared impetuous and unreliable at this moment.

In terms of willpower and decisiveness, this man is second to none, or anyone who has ever worked with him will know that "this man is absolutely not someone to be trifled with."

His companion had heard rumors about him more than once, and had even witnessed some of his methods firsthand, so he dared not underestimate him. As for his recent action... who knows if it was some kind of coded signal? The companion thought expressionlessly.

The code wasn't actually a code, and the facts weren't complicated at all; the young man was simply expressing his feelings.

As for the "ugliness" he mentioned, it wasn't just limited to the scene, but also referred to the people in it—those who were greedy but lacked the corresponding ability and ambition.

Private planets were almost no longer in circulation several star eras ago. Those who still hold private planets and have not returned them are mostly aristocratic families with long histories and deep foundations, as well as descendants of military generals who have made great contributions. Therefore, the circulation of private planets in interstellar space has been extremely low in recent years.

Even if they exist, they are almost certainly limited to channels and networks, and the chances of actually acquiring one are perhaps only slightly higher than acquiring a new one.

Releasing over a hundred private planets on the open market is unprecedented. Naturally, all sorts of people are vying for a piece of this lucrative opportunity.

The young man was there for a reason, but his purpose and goals differed from those of most of the people present. Therefore, he was not in sync with the emotions of the crowd below and instead watched the spectacle unfold.

Humans have a natural tendency to enjoy watching a spectacle, and as long as the person they're watching isn't themselves, they'll unconsciously develop a spectator mentality.

Moreover, the young man's stance differed from that of most of the guests present, so he was naturally more pleased to see these imperial parasites making a fool of themselves.

That's right. Look at these people, they all consider themselves powerful and wealthy, and they all have such high and mighty attitudes, but when they see something good, their desire to possess it is equally ugly.

But if they knew that the "good stuff" they were currently scrambling for was a landmine, one can only imagine how interesting their expressions would be.

"Sigh, I wonder what those guys will be like then... Heh heh, I really want to see them with my own eyes—"

The young man was unaware of the dark expression on his face at this moment. He exuded an inexplicable murderous aura, accompanied by a chilling bloody scent that lingered in the air—only now did he truly reveal his fangs.

The other person accompanying him saw the expression on the young man's face and felt his throat tighten even more, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

For a moment, the room fell into an unusual silence.

——————————————The auction had now reached its peak, and all participants, regardless of their purpose, were being pulled to their limits by the various forces at the scene.

However, despite the intense competition, these planets were not sold off as quickly as expected. Instead, the "battle line" was endlessly extended due to the large number of competitors.

In short, there's only so much "cake" available, and too many people are vying for it, leading to a supply shortage.

In fact, the initial battle for the World Star was truly a "specific case." Although some people came to compete for it, most were just there to provide a stepping stone. Even those who entered the fray under unclear circumstances were mostly small, scattered forces that posed no real threat. Overall, the struggle for the World Star resembled a pre-arranged drama, with the real hunters observing from the sidelines, not yet having entered the fray.

As they had anticipated, a long and brutal battle ensued. The Zhou family dared not confront them directly, but they were not afraid of the others. This was a golden opportunity for them and their entire families to leapfrog to a higher level, and no one wanted to give it up.

Indeed, interstellar civilization has developed to a very prosperous level. Its systems, economy, and technology have all reached a certain level, enough to allow billions of human compatriots to live a fairly good life.

But at the same time, the vines of class spread unchecked, building layer upon layer into the social structure, becoming part of the root system that drives the historical process, and taking root in human civilization.

People have become more different from one another. The lower class, the ordinary people, the rich, and the elite—the social stratification has become clearer and more discernible, like an insurmountable chasm.

This is cruel, but it's a process that society inevitably goes through when it develops to a certain stage.

Those on the periphery want to become permanent residents, those on the permanent resident want to enter the inner circle, and those in the inner circle yearn for the central area. Ordinary people are working hard to squeeze into the resource-rich major stars, small families look up to large families, nouveau riche fawn over the elite, and newcomers are trying to integrate into the new interstellar society. The class system is becoming increasingly solidified and difficult to break.

In recent years, especially, ordinary families in the lower classes have found it increasingly difficult to rise in status. It is almost impossible to climb to the top through hard work and management as in previous star eras, because the upper class almost monopolizes most of the good resources. What they need is extraordinary operation to have a chance to break through the thick class barriers.

A new private planet is clearly a perfect entry point, a once-in-a-century opportunity, a chance that is right before their eyes and truly within reach. So even if it offends those in power, they are willing to go all out to try and succeed. If, if they can really succeed, even for just a moment, the resulting increase in value would likely benefit their family greatly.

There are quite a few small families with this mentality, plus many others who just want to stir up trouble. As a result, the big powers that are truly capable of bidding are not so easy to succeed. After all, they don't want to lose the initiative by making rash moves.

In short, the auction had descended into chaos and was on the verge of spiraling out of control, with undercurrents surging. If it weren't for a sliver of reason remaining, knowing that if they truly went berserk, the entire venue would likely erupt into chaos, making the situation even more volatile.

Jiang Hui and Clarence, who were actually there to watch the auction, weren't too affected, only speechless. Well, only the country bumpkin Jiang Hui watched the chaotic scene below, and—no, the other two, or rather three, Huan Xian, who had finished his work and returned, also joined them in watching this "spectacular" auction.

(End of this chapter)