I became the richest man in the world by making meatballs

Among them, those with metal-type superpowers still didn’t believe in evil. Since the same type of superpowers couldn’t be shaken, they tried using metal-type attacks. He grunted and chopped for most of the day, but the giant vine seemed like iron bark. There was a loud noise, and there were sparks, but it only scratched a small piece of insignificant skin, and then his superpower was exhausted.

Then switch to the fire type. The fire type is even more useless. The fire has just been released and has not yet wrapped around the tree vines. It went out with a pop.

The tree vine should have been a good fuel, but it happened to be a fire extinguisher. This is really crazy!

As for weapons, their team couldn't afford energy weapons. Besides, when they took this mission, they thought it was just a small D-level mission, so they brought two fine knives, which are not as good as the abilities of gold-type superpowers. Strong.

Gao Jianjian sat down, panted heavily, and grinned, "This is so damn hard. What kind of vine is this? Forget about my golden sword, it can't even burn, isn't it?" Is it good for fire to overcome wood?"

"Who knows, maybe it's made of a special material." The fire superpower also sat down next to him, and the two of them stuck out their tongues and almost died from exhaustion.

Nong Gui spread his hands and said, "Now you understand, we really can't escape, so we should accept our fate."

"I understand. Brother Gui is so smart that he can see through the ending at a glance. But brother Gui, why did you reveal the mission just now? We in the Black God Sect will never speak up." Gao Jianjian, as a member of the team The newcomer frowned and didn't quite understand. This matter was still a knot in his heart.

Nong Gui was not angry, and simply took the brothers in the team together for a series of practical and cherished survival education, "What is the purpose of our Black God Sect? We must keep our mouth shut and will never leak the secret. But if others can guess it by themselves, We have no choice but to do this, so I don’t violate the rules of the Black God Cult at all.”

"And you guys, you can't be so rigid in your life. You have to know how to be flexible. Just like just now, you all heard it in the trees, right? These star citizens of Muyuan Planet intend to suspend our execution and let us serve as labor force. This It means that our lives can still be saved. In this case, we must not be stubborn, we must be flexible, so that we can survive."

"Otherwise, you see, according to the rules, if we sneak into Muyuan Planet, the star owner has the right to directly execute us. If I just didn't say anything, it is possible that she would get angry and kill us directly. As for the labor force, How many more of us do they still need? As long as they spend star coins, many people can be hired back as labor force, and they are better than those of us with criminal records."

"So this situation is that we are not important to her, but her decision is very important to us. Doesn't this mean that we have to give in? Do you think I am right? reason?"

All the brothers nodded like little chickens pecking at rice, "Yes, yes, what you said makes so much sense. You are so thoughtful. Otherwise, how could you be our boss?"

The corner of Nong Gui's mouth rose crazily, and the pride in his heart increased greatly. The one who grabbed the younger brothers and continued to crackle was the continuous re-education, focusing on the main policy of "counseling when they should be cowardly", striving to keep their minds up to date. Stop holding him back

Here, a group of Nonggui mercenaries are successfully "improving" their ideological realm. On the other side, Bai Qianchunzheng, who has sent the star citizens back to the village, is walking alone on the way back to the Star Lord's Mansion.

But at this time, her mood was not very good, just because of a tax payment message sent by the Interstellar Tax Bureau.

The content of the message is as follows: [Dear Lord of Muyuan Star, it has been detected that Muyuan Star has been reopened and its vitality has fully recovered. You have obtained all the inheritance rights of Muyuan Star. So this bureau has to remind you that Muyuan Star All taxes will also be inherited by you. The amount you need to pay in taxes now is half a billion. 】

Bai Qianchun's eyes suddenly darkened, her smiling face turned gloomy in an instant, and then she gritted her teeth and opened up about the rights and obligations of the planet's star master.

The star owner who has all the ownership of the planet also has all the autonomy over the planet, such as the right to form a self-defense army; such as the right to formulate regulations (as long as they do not conflict with the imperial interstellar law, the laws made by the star owner can be implemented on a planet under governance)

As a result, the star owner who has absolute independence and autonomy must also assume some obligations, such as paying taxes to the main interstellar tax bureau.

The Interstellar Tax Bureau stipulates that upper-class stars need to pay 100 million star coins every year; medium stars need to pay 50 million star coins every year; and lower-class stars need to pay 20 million star coins every year.

The Jupiter star is special and belongs to the origin star. It is absolutely impossible to be downgraded no matter what, so even if it is made into a place where birds do not shit, it is still a superior star and must pay a tax of 100 million star coins every year. .

As for the origin of the current number of 500 million, 100 million of them were left over by the previous star leader Wang Ze who died too early and had no time to pay; 300 million were left over from the middle Jupiter star that had no vacancy to choose a master but still needed to pay taxes; and One hundred million is the year Bai Qianchun did not return due to injury, which adds up to five years and five hundred million.

Speaking of which, this regulation is entirely earned by the star owner. One hundred million star coins every year is an amount that a small family can scrape together and make money, but for a poor person like Bai Qianchun, who has no relatives or friends, It is said that it is difficult to reach the sky.

She vomited blood silently in her heart, and then opened her account. She made 150 million from selling vitality pills, plus the 5 million given by the Sheng family, and the sales she had made on the starship in the past few days. The one million star coins earned by the fruit add up to only 156 million, which is still far away from 500 million.

On that day, she said that saving money was very important. She started saving as soon as she came to Interstellar, but she never expected that the speed of saving money could not keep up with the speed of spending money.

Now that she can make a pact with the Rutabaga Star Spirit, is it too late to go back to her richest husband?

But she was only vulnerable for a second. Fortunately, the Interstellar Tax Bureau did not push her to a dead end, and gave her an installment option of 100 million each time, and she could pay it off in five months.

If it remains unclear, the Empire will have the right to intervene in the management of Jupiter.

This is definitely not what Bai Qianchun wants. Her planet does not allow others to interfere.

With a gloomy face, she paid 100 million as the first installment, and kept the remaining 56 million as start-up capital.

As a result, Bai Qianchun, who is very short of money, has no idea of ​​getting rid of the free labor force of farmers and nobles. Instead, she wants to keep them. Even if they want to commit suicide, she has to bring them from the edge of death. Pull back.

A penny can stump a heroic man, but a free labor force can save her a lot of money.