245: Chapter 246 Aliens Love Spicy Strips Too? Orders Booked Until Next Year

Inside the underground warehouse of the Chenxing Technology headquarters, a fantastical "interstellar bulk purchase" was currently taking place.

Three alien trade delegations from Centaurus were carefully loading boxes of red-packaged spicy strips onto their gravity-defying spacecraft.

That group of aliens, who looked like jelly, were bubbling with excitement.

They carefully tore open a spicy strip, used their tentacles to roll it up and deliver it to sensory organs that completely lacked taste buds, emitting satisfied sounds similar to "slurp."

"Heavens! Is this the soul fuel bestowed by the Father God?"

The leader of the trade delegation exclaimed, its translucent tentacle even turning a reddish hue. "This fiery, stimulating sensation is like installing a small sun in my neural network!"

"We want to place an order!"

"We want to order one million boxes! No, ten million boxes!"

Nearby, several other aloof alien races refused to be outdone, frantically pulling out rare ores they carried and slamming them onto Jiang Chen's desk.

"God Jiang! Don't sell to these octopuses! I have a high-purity sapphire mineral planet here!"

"I have a crate of live Void Jellyfish!"

"I... I am willing to provide our planet's most advanced spatial folding technology, as long as you give me even one box of spicy strips!"

Jiang Chen sat in his boss chair, holding a small calculator in his hand, wearing that professional yet hypocritical smile.

Looking at the pile of wealth that would put all the bank vaults on Earth to shame, he was actually overjoyed inside.

Is this the charm of "industrial waste"?

It was too crazy.

"Don't rush, don't rush, everyone will get some."

Jiang Chen tossed the calculator onto the table, tapped the desk, and said, "We value first-come, first-served here. Cash... oh no, get your ores and energy blocks ready, then go register over there."

"That Sirius delegation, didn't you say you only had three planetary mining rights just now? Add it to five, and I'll let you cut the line."

"By the way, and that Centaurus group, is your stock of hot pot seasoning running low? No problem, I'll have the factory work overtime right now."

At this moment, the entire West Suburb Base had been completely transformed into the world's largest "food processing center."

Dozens of fully automatic synthesis machines brought back from the Wasteland were running day and night.

Although they lacked the "mutated colony" enhancement from the Wasteland, Jiang Chen directly used "top-tier flavorings" from the system mall to replace them, making the produced spicy strips even more potent than any energy supplement the aliens themselves had developed.

Academician Chen Shuyin stood by the production line, watching the red-oil spicy strips sliding continuously from the assembly line, lost in deep thought.

"Jiang Chen."

She held a quality inspection report, her brows locked in a tight knot. "The molecular structure of this thing... it's basically drug-level addictive."

"We're selling this to aliens. Is this considered... interstellar trade?"

"Or are we spreading some kind of illicit biochemical weapon?"

"What biochemical weapon?"

Jiang Chen casually picked up a spicy strip, waved it in front of Academician Chen Shuyin, and the corners of his mouth curled into a mischievous smile. "This is called cultural output, understand?"

"We want the entire Milky Way Galaxy to experience the fear of being dominated by spicy strips!"

"By the way, it helps our base earn some electricity money."

Academician Chen Shuyin helplessly adjusted her glasses, completely speechless.

This man's thought process was truly unique.

However.

As the status of spicy strips and hot pot seasoning rose higher and higher in the interstellar trade chain, the production capacity of Chenxing Technology was gradually becoming stretched thin.

Looking at the mountain of orders, Jiang Chen rubbed his chin.

Not enough production capacity, huh?

"Expand."

He directly signed a string of names on his tablet. "Acquire all the instant noodle factories, condiment factories, and even those snack workshops in the country that haven't gone bankrupt yet!"

"Convert all assembly lines to the 'Chenxing Standard'."

"From now on, we aren't selling snacks; we are selling 'interstellar strategic materials'!"

Jiang Chen's crazy decision, within just one hour of its announcement, completely brought the entire Dragon Country's real manufacturing industry back to life.

Those food factories that were on the verge of bankruptcy due to the impact of the electronics industry had now all become "strategic high grounds" that everyone around the world was scrambling for.

Workers not only didn't lose their jobs, but they also became the highest-paid blue-collar workers envied by the whole society.

Who could have imagined?

That one day, bricklayers, delivery drivers, and people making spicy hot pot would become an indispensable link in the interstellar trade chain?

Economic experts around the world watched this strange move by the Dragon Country and collectively fell silent.

Everyone was still researching how to buy chips.

And you just started selling hot pot seasoning to rule the universe?

"This is too absurd..."

The economic advisor of the Eagle Nation looked at the automated factories springing up from the ground within the Dragon Country, and their mentality completely collapsed.

"This isn't a market economy!"

"This is a dimensional strike!"

"The seasonings they sell to aliens are even more expensive than our cutting-edge semiconductors!"

Jiang Chen didn't care about the criticism outside at all.

He watched the interstellar logistics spacecraft loaded with "spicy strips" and "hot pot seasoning" slowly sailing into deep space, his eyes flashing with a kind of joy called "counting money while lying down."

"Not enough."

He turned his head and looked at the busy Zhao Gang. "Old Zhao, how are the sweet potatoes growing on Mars that those little alien princes planted?"

"Uh, pretty good."

Zhao Gang answered truthfully, his face showing a strange expression. "Those little alien princes seem to treat the sweet potatoes as some kind of sacred offering, kneeling and watering them every day, so they've grown exceptionally large."

"That's fine."

Jiang Chen threw away the empty spicy strip bag in his hand, the corners of his mouth curling into a cunning smile. "Tomorrow, put these 'Mars sweet potatoes' on the shelf."

"I want to create an 'Interstellar Limited Edition'."

"The packaging doesn't need to be too fancy; just stick a label on it saying it was 'fertilized by the Empress herself'."

"Let's see if those alien tycoons buy it or not."

Zhao Gang stood to the side, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

He realized that his boss's ability to scam people was increasing day by day.

From now on, in this universe, if anyone still treated Jiang Chen as a simple businessman, they were probably truly tired of living.

"Then... Boss."

Zhao Gang asked tentatively, "If those alien buyers realize that these things are actually just ordinary snacks and come back to return them, what should we do?"

"Return them?"

Jiang Chen smiled contemptuously and pointed to the space elevator in the sky that was still constantly expanding.

"Once goods are sold, they are non-refundable."

"Besides, if they really dare to come back to return them..."

He took out the remote control from his pocket and pressed a hidden button.

In an instant.

The turret on the luan niao starship slightly adjusted its angle, a dazzling red light flashed at the muzzle, pointing directly at that busy interstellar route.

"I'll let them see just how formidable our Dragon Country's 'after-sales service' really is!"