When Hanyu started getting busy, the goofy Ou Youning pounced over and grabbed Ren Zhong’s leg.
"Ren, you’re awesome! Unreal! Even the legendary Sid Meier couldn’t hold a candle to you!"
Ren Zhong blushed slightly and waved his hand repeatedly, "That’s too much, too much praise. Many of my battle strategies come from Sid Meier’s insights; he’s a truly skilled elder."
Ou Youning shook his head vigorously, "I don’t know him anyway. But I feel like the main character in a story. Ren, you’re my cheat-code grandpa, here to carry me to victory!"
Why are you overacting?
Did you know you were the first to stab me in the back?
You left your old man exposed in the wilderness, does your grandfather know?
Wouldn’t he jump out of his grave and smack your noggin?
The others were all covering their faces in embarrassment, even Hanyu, who was dismantling the crystal chip, had a shaky hand, nearly ruining a perfect piece.
Around 8:20, the team returned to the town and sold the goods at Starfire Resources.
The final income was as high as 114 points. After deducting the cost of two Thermal Absorption Bombs, which was 20 points, and other miscellaneous costs of 7 points, the net profit for today was 87 points.
Ren Zhong took 60 for himself, and the remaining 27 was split among the others.
It was quite reasonable.
It seemed like he took a lot, but actually, he lost out.
That night, Ren Zhong didn’t go to the sleep cabin but chose to work overtime. He swapped to the Thunderbolt Car and headed straight to Rat Cliff Mountain to make up for the day’s losses. The bloody storm of scraping the earth to the bone returned after a day.
Zheng Tian’s team narrowly escaped the difficult situation without danger.
In the following days, Ren Zhong began charging forward on the path of getting stronger.
At night, he continued to harvest the Ruined Beasts from his memory, making the neighbors of Starfire Town feel the pain.
During the day, he persisted in trading low-cost short-term stocks, causing ripples in the stock market. At the same time, he tagged along with Zheng Tian’s team on their box truck for hunting. In the mornings, he comfortably caught up on sleep, and in the afternoons, he used battles as training.
Sometimes, he had to clear his stock positions by the afternoon and had to give the others a heads-up half an hour in advance, telling everyone to take it easy since he would blatantly slack off until a certain time unless the sky was falling, otherwise don’t disturb him.
The stock market has risks, and entering the market requires caution.
Don’t oversleep, or else meet on the rooftop.
This time things were very different from the last.
Ren Zhong became the planner of Zheng Tian’s team routes.
The backstage villain who digs pits but doesn’t bury them personally went in, planning paths to avoid the abandoned mines he’d already cleared out.
Zheng Tian’s team’s days of suffering finally ended.
Of course, to prevent the team from having excessive income and growing too fast, Ren Zhong didn’t teach the others any clever methods to handle Second and Third Level Ruined Beasts.
He only stepped in personally to give on-site coaching for others occasionally when he met an enjoyable Second Level opponent, taking the opportunity to practice his moves.
He controlled the team’s income situation, only slightly higher than before, but not excessively, and still bearable.
Because of his merely going through the motions, he also declined Zheng Tian’s skewed profit sharing, only taking a little more, but not excessively more.
Thanks to Ren Zhong’s micro-management, and since Zheng Tian’s team didn’t have the Thunderbolt Car this time, they didn’t show any signs of taking off.
After Zheng Tian met Bei Lihui’s harsh demands, the other side didn’t come to trouble them for days, nor did they beg, since it wasn’t worthwhile.
Unknowingly, time moved to the thirteenth evening, and things underwent a qualitative change.
"You’re already a standard Second Level Mecha Warrior."
In the talent testing room at the Military Weapon Store, Ju Qingmeng looked at the machine rack and said, "Your Brain-Machine Synchronization Rate has reached 29.99%, which is terrifying."
"Why add the terrifying prefix?"
Ju Qingmeng: "Because you’re really a freak! No one increases their Brain-Machine Synchronization Rate ! Normally, when people just reach the Second Level, their rate barely surpasses 20%, and it only slowly becomes full during the Second to Third Level. You’re downright abnormal!"
Now that everyone was getting familiar, Ju Qingmeng spoke much more casually.
Ren Zhong cleared his throat lightly, "Alright, alright, what about my other parameters?"
"Biological Electric Power carrying power of 50.17 kilowatts. Brain Reaction Index 55.29. Physical Comprehensive Index 51.35."
Ren Zhong’s obsessive-compulsive disorder was satisfied.
He exhaled contentedly, "Finally, the other two indices have caught up. My weaknesses are addressed. I’m now a perfect equilateral triangle warrior."
He mentally noted, the last time, his carrying power on the fifteenth evening was only 46.9.