National destiny survival: I am weak and rely on luck to fly

The temporary space sphere cannot be put into the magic bag, nor can it hold any space-related items. Naturally, it is impossible to count everything in one go with just one private room.

Although Libao Pavilion has 130,000 flying mounts on its books, the main store only has a little over 70,000, and the remaining 60,000 are scattered in several branches outside the capital, requiring temporary restocking.

Fortunately, the branches are all located in the outer city, so they can all arrive in two or three hours if we travel at full speed.

It was past midnight when Shen Nan had traded all 130,000 flying mounts to Shen Wansan.

The waiter brought over a heated dinner, and Shen Nan ate a few bites in a hurry before following the man through the corridor and into the guest room that Ma Weiqi had specially arranged for him.

After a quick wash, I let the little guys out of their pet enclosure, which had been cooped up for several days, get some fresh air.

Seeing that they had all found a place to rest, Shen Nan collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, in the other private room, they had already gone through several rounds of drinks.

Ma Weiqi, his face flushed with drunkenness, thumped his chest and assured Xi Te, "You can rest assured! I'll take care of the wine. If it doesn't sell for a sky-high price, I... I'll compensate you with all the hundreds of barrels of aged wine in the Ma family's cellar!"

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The next day.

Li Bao Ge branches in the three major cities near the capital simultaneously released goods.

This time, there were a total of 300,000 flying mounts, costing a total of 120 million gold coins. Shen Nan didn't even lift his eyelids and paid the full amount on the spot.

Ma Weiqi was so shocked that his jaw almost dislocated. This was three years' worth of revenue for the Ma family, and he had exceeded the target in just one day!

That's right!

Even the Ma family, a century-old noble family that ranks among the top in the kingdom, was stunned by Shen Nan's "money power".

In an instant, Shen Nan's status changed from Xi Te's benefactor to the Ma family's distinguished guest.

The patriarch issued his command, and officials from various regions rode griffins overnight to their respective territories, dispatching as many flying mounts as possible to transport them to the capital.

While they were trying to befriend Shen Nan, they were also secretly wondering just how deep this young master's wallet was.

Shen Nan said she felt no pressure about it.

Behind him is a "gold-farming team" of four thousand people.

The contestants are now working like crazy, traversing the Illusion Forest day and night, targeting anthropomorphic nests, rare plant pets, and valuable exotic beasts.

A lucky person can earn six or seven thousand gold coins a day, while an average person can still earn three or four thousand.

A rough calculation shows that in just one day, the contestants could trade him more than 20 million gold coins.

Adding the gold coins he accumulated during the few days in the territory and the seven days he spent on the way there, the gold coins in his pocket had soared to over 400 million.

The 170 million I've spent in the last two days is only half of my savings, and the gold coins will continue to increase every day thereafter.

As long as the Ma family can afford it, he can accept as many as they come.

Even if things go wrong and he runs out of gold coins, he'll sell "Mermaid Tears".

This miraculous medicine can cure any injury or illness. If you just take a few pills and put them up for auction, are you afraid you won't make any money?

As for whether "mermaid tears" will bring trouble?

Death in this competition instance won't actually kill you. As long as you survive until the competition ends, you can be teleported back to the Misty Forest and never set foot on this continent again in your life. Why would you worry about this danger that has no real effect?

The sun was shining brightly that afternoon.

Shen Nan worked for three whole days and finally handed over the remaining 300,000 flying mounts to Shen Wansan.

Shen Nan looked helplessly at the little furball still rolling around with the clucking chicken and shouted, "Stop messing around, or I'll go out by myself."

The white fluffy thing was circling around with the chicken's tail in its mouth, and chicken feathers were flying everywhere.

These past few days he's been so busy he's barely has time to breathe, and Ma Weichi is also too busy to spare any time. He's been taking his wine jars to the aristocratic circles every day, hoping to sell them for a good price. Even Sit, who's usually so idle, has disappeared somewhere.

Shen Nan originally wanted to sneak out for a stroll by himself, but Fanfan was worried and insisted that the little fur ball stay with him to protect him.

"It pecked me first."

"You've already bitten off several feathers from the clucking chicken. If you keep biting like that, you won't be able to leave the house today."

"Hmph." The little furball slapped the chicken again with its front paws before letting it go.

Feeling warm and cozy under the sun, Shen Nan stretched and took the little furball outside.

After wandering around the capital for a while, Shen Nan followed the aroma and turned into a tavern called "Straw and Bagpipes".

Shen Nan didn't ask for a private room, but found an empty seat in the corner of the hall, ordered a glass of ale and two plates of roasted beast meat.

The golden liquor was frothy, and the oil on the meat was sizzling.

The little furball jumped onto the bench, curled its tail into a cushion, and blinked its amber eyes as it looked around.

After taking a bite of the grilled meat, Shen Nan pushed the plate towards Xiao Maoqiu: "Although it's not as delicious as Fanfan's grilled meat, it's still a different kind of flavor. Do you want to try it?"

Upon hearing that it wasn't as delicious as Fanfan's, Xiao Maoqiu closed her eyes and refused to look at Shen Nan, while simultaneously tilting her chin to the right to express her rejection.

"Fine, I'll eat it myself then." To avoid wasting food, Shen Nan had no choice but to chew slowly, listening to the scattered mercenaries around him bragging.

Diagonally opposite, a man with a scar on his face, wearing animal skin armor, downed the wine in his cup in one gulp, slammed the cup on the table with a "bang," and shouted, "That arrow of mine grazed the Crimson Flame Wolf's eye, blinding it instantly and reducing the pressure on the team by half!"

"Stop bragging. If you really hit the target, how come you were chased into the swamp?"

Beside the bar, a dwarf missing half an ear stood on a stool and roared, "Six copper coins for a glass of ale? Why don't you just rob someone!"

"Black Bud Wine is only four copper coins, do you want some?"

"Pah! I'd rather tighten my belt than use my throat as a urinal!"

A waiter was wiping a table when he saw several tall, imposing mercenaries exuding hormones enter through the door. He immediately stopped what he was doing and quickly pulled out chairs for the newcomers: "Commander Kuru, how did the mission go?"

The newcomer was very tall and strong; he was clearly a mercenary with considerable skill.

He replied in a gruff voice, "Haha, not bad, made a small profit, enough for a few more days of drinking. Same as always, two extra plates of exotic beast meat!"

"Okay, please wait a moment, it will be served to you shortly."

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