244: Chapter 245 All Races Pay Homage! Earth Becomes the Cosmic Yiwu

The Kuiper Belt at the edge of the Solar System was currently even more bustling than a train station during the Spring Festival travel rush.

All kinds of spaceships and bizarre-looking creatures were lined up in long queues here.

Some ships looked like glowing mushrooms, others like blobs of snot gliding through a vacuum, and there were even a few mobile fortresses made from hollowed-out asteroids, shimmering with eerie, ghostly lights.

These interstellar civilizations, which should have been lording over their own star sectors, were now all obediently waiting in line, sending humble communication requests to that massive, neon-flashing "Chenxing Technology" signboard.

"This is the Orion M-7 Nebula Trading Group!"

"We have brought thirty thousand tons of high-purity crystals, just begging to trade for ten boxes... no, five boxes of God Jiang brand spicy strips!"

"What's that? To buy a set of 'Holographic Dream Machine', our Sirius Empire even brought out the royal family's heirloom antiques!"

In the communication channel, various alien languages were mixed together, noisy enough to give one a headache.

Jiang Chen sat in the captain's chair of the luan niao starship, watching the real-time monitoring, the playful smile on his lips growing broader.

He hadn't expected that the "street stall economy" concept he had casually thrown together back then would achieve a perfect closed loop on a cosmic scale.

Earth was finally no longer that shivering object of observation.

It had become the Yiwu of the universe.

It had become the—super logistics center of the entire Milky Way Galaxy.

"Old Qin, look."

Jiang Chen handed a steaming cup of coffee to General Qin Weiguo beside him. "In the past, we begged others for technology, and even if we knelt down to offer money, they wouldn't even glance at us. And now?"

"Look at these bastards; to buy a few bags of spicy strips, they're even willing to dismantle their ships' energy cores."

General Qin Weiguo gripped the coffee cup, his hand trembling slightly.

He watched the alien spaceships unloading cargo at the Chenxing Technology freight transfer station, and looked at the endless stream of alien minerals being transported in—enough to make Earth's technology take off instantly—feeling that his worldview had shattered once again.

"Boss, is this really scientific?"

"Is our Dragon Kingdom's GDP now calculated by 'planet'?"

"No, it's by 'galaxy'."

Jiang Chen corrected him nonchalantly. "Remember this for the future, don't keep bringing up money. Money is something we certainly don't lack here."

"What we lack is—laborers who can handle the grind."

Having said that, he turned to the microphone on the console and activated the star-sector-wide broadcast mode, his tone as flat as a salesperson selling cheap furniture:

"To all the 'customers' who have come from afar."

"If you want local specialties, that's fine."

"But Chenxing Technology does not engage in monopolies; what we value is—fair trade."

"Whoever can help us clear this shipping lane the cleanest, whoever can help us plow flat the meteorite field ahead, I will prioritize their orders..."

As soon as the words fell.

Deep in the universe, those alien civilizations that were originally a bit resentful about waiting in line went instantly crazy.

"For God Jiang's hot pot seasoning!"

"For that box of spicy strips!"

"Brothers! Smash that meteorite in front for me! Whoever dares to block our way is going against our Nebula Trading Group!"

"Kill!"

The once-dead-silent Kuiper Belt instantly turned into a chaotic scene of a "logistics defense war."

Dozens of alien civilizations, in order to compete for the priority to deliver goods to Chenxing Technology, were actually fighting intensely at the entrance of the Solar System to rush to repair the shipping lane.

Watching those alien fleets that were crazily ramming meteorites to clear the shipping lane, not even hesitating to use their main cannons.

General Qin Weiguo fell completely silent.

He turned his head to look at Jiang Chen, his gaze extremely complex, as if he were looking at a madman from another dimension.

"Jiang Chen."

"Do you know what you are doing right now?"

"Is this even doing business?"

"You are using a bunch of... local specialties to turn the civilizations of the entire Milky Way Galaxy into our country's—road workers!"

Jiang Chen sipped his tea with a smile, pointing to the interstellar shipping lane outside the window that was as busy as an ant colony:

"What else?"

"Should we really go dig the coal ourselves?"

"Free labor that can be exchanged for technology, it would be a waste not to use it."

"Besides."

He paused, his gaze passing through the porthole, locking onto the depths of that prosperous star sector, where even deeper secrets were hidden:

"This is just the beginning."

"Once they finish repairing the shipping lane, my 'Yiwu small commodities' will have spread throughout the entire Milky Way Galaxy."

"By then..."

Jiang Chen set down his teacup, cold light gleaming in his eyes:

"It's time for me to go see what those so-called The Sweepers actually look like."

"It's time to let them taste what it means..."

"The power of Earth's specialties."

Zhao Gang stood to the side, watching the alien comments in the live stream that were going crazy with excitement over snatching up spicy strips, and felt a chill run through his body.

Who could have imagined that, in just half a year.

The Dragon Kingdom, which once had to face sanctions from the Eagle Sauce, was now standing at the top of the food chain of the Milky Way Galaxy, having brought the entire universe to its knees with hot pot seasoning and spicy strips.

"Boss, where to next?" Zhao Gang asked.

"Go to Centaurus."

Jiang Chen stood up, straightened his collar, his eyes firm:

"There's a crappy planet there, the gold there is still too little, I need to go move some more stuff."

"Oh right, remember to bring that Pikachu."

"After all, some self-righteous natives."

"Should also witness what real 'electrotherapy' is."

Having said that, Jiang Chen strode toward the exit of the command room, his back as straight as a mountain, leaving behind a group of Dragon Kingdom elites standing in the wind, disheveled.

This interstellar era belonging to Earth had only just opened its first page.

What he didn't know was that in that distant Centaurus, an advance fleet of The Sweepers civilization, which had already sensed Earth's rise, was currently waiting in full battle array.

They were already sharpening their knives, preparing to completely tear apart this planet that dared to "stick its head out."

But unfortunately.

They would soon discover.

That what they were facing was not some docile sheep.

But a—

Super cheater who carried max-level divine equipment and even brought a "Pikachu" along to restock.

"Prepare to meet your death."

Jiang Chen walked to the cabin door, looking at the deep space, and said softly.

That was the best welcoming speech for that fleet ahead, which thought of itself as a hunter.