After counting to eight hundred, Tang Mo paused.
She paused for a moment before continuing to pull out more.
"Sixty-five more bags..."
A grand total of 865 bags of Basic Crystal Cores were now piled on the ground—a truly spectacular sight.
Tang Mo’s expression, however, was not nearly as impressive. Her face was a picture of tragic resolve.
Jingjing’s eyes, meanwhile, were brimming with tears.
"865 bags, a total of 25,950 Basic Crystal Cores."
Tang Mo channeled her inner eight-year-old math whiz to arrive at the number.
’Nope, not enough.’
"What’s the current exchange rate between Intermediate and Basic Crystal Cores?" Tang Mo asked the captain.
The captain, however, was still staring at the massive pile of Crystal Core bags, unable to snap out of his stupor.
He never imagined someone could actually produce so many Crystal Cores.
And all by herself, at that!
’She’s loaded.’ That was the captain’s first thought.
’A Space Ability User. No wonder she’s so rich.’ That was his second thought.
"One to thirty."
The captain gave the answer. It was the Alliance’s official exchange rate; on the black market, you could get an even better price.
With a grimace, Tang Mo began pulling out Intermediate Crystal Cores.
She’d already used up a lot of her Intermediate Crystal Cores. Now, she dumped the rest of them on the ground in one go and started counting them one by one.
"One hundred and forty-five Intermediate Crystal Cores in total, which exchanges for 4,350 Basic Crystal Cores. Perfect. A grand total of 30,300 Basic Crystal Cores."
After doing the math, Tang Mo picked out 10 cores from the pile of Intermediate Crystal Cores and put them back into her Space.
"There, that should be enough. Take them."
Tang Mo stared wistfully at her mountain of Crystal Cores.
’Oh well. Crystal Cores can be earned again. If that boar had gotten me, I’d really have nothing,’ Tang Mo comforted herself.
"Hey, send a couple of guys over. Yeah, that’s right."
The captain put away the wristband and started making a call.
"To move Crystal Cores. Yes, you heard me right, move Crystal Cores. Mmm-hmm. Right. Make it quick."
......
When Tang Mo walked out of the small, dark room, she was utterly dejected, as if all the life had been drained out of her.
’Everything’s gone. Back to square one in a single day.’
For once, Jingjing wasn’t perched on Tang Mo. Instead, it trudged along beside her, looking just as dejected.
"Just go. I’m broke now. I can’t afford to keep you."
Tang Mo said to Jingjing.
"WHIMPER, WHIMPER..."
Jingjing pointed to itself, then to the small, dark room, then toward the base’s main gate. Finally, it nuzzled its head against Tang Mo.
Tang Mo understood. It was trying to say that it shared the blame for what happened, so even with all the Crystal Cores gone, it would stay with her.
The gesture almost moved Tang Mo to tears.
In truth, Tang Mo had completely misunderstood. What Jingjing actually meant was that Tang Mo had lost all her Crystal Cores and was now a pathetic, penniless wretch. It figured it should probably stick around, lest the blow be so severe that she couldn’t recover from it.
"Momo, is that a new pet?"
Tang Mo hadn’t gotten far from the small, dark room when Qin Ling’s voice sounded beside her.