116: monopoly

After evacuating, Liu Yan and the other two did not linger, heading straight to the Old Man's recycling stall.

Liu Yan pulled out all equipment below Level 5 sets, along with miscellaneous items, and some less effective firearms and accessories, dumping them in front of the recycling stall.

With that single dump, the entire recycling stall was almost submerged.

"Hurry up, everyone, this is a big customer for our stall!" The Old Man quickly waved, signaling for several people behind him to come and help.

Several young men ran forward, and just as they were about to count the equipment, they saw Liu Yan and his two companions.

"God Yan!? Zhao Chuang!?"

"Holy crap, it's God Yan! To actually meet him here!"

"I was originally planning to quit! If God Yan comes often, then I'm not leaving!"

Liu Yan and Zhao Chuang were startled, and after a moment of recognition, they still didn't recognize the people in front of them.

But hearing the title "God Yan," Liu Yan roughly knew they were former classmates from school, though not from his own class.

Subsequently, a Big-Eyed Cute Girl emerged from behind the Old Man; this time, Liu Yan recognized her.

"Grandpa, so the big customer you were talking about is God Yan!"

The Old Man was stunned upon hearing this.

"You know him?"

The Big-Eyed Cute Girl replied as if it were obvious:

"Of course, he and I are classmates, and at our school, I'm the only one who achieved the feat of killing God Yan!"

"He truly lives up to his name, God Yan. All this equipment combined must be tens of millions."

"Grandpa, we can make a killing!"

Liu Yan awkwardly coughed twice.

"Nonsense! I've been working with him for so long, and it's all based on integrity. What do you mean 'make a killing'?!"

The Old Man quickly glared fiercely at his granddaughter.

"I'm in a hurry, so I won't catch up with you all now."

"I'll leave these to you. In about half an hour, another batch will arrive."

After speaking, Liu Yan led Zhao Chuang and Fuji to continue towards Bakshi.

Without that group of Foreigners who committed crimes together, the remaining were just small groups of five or six people, posing no threat to the three.

The trio's combat style also became more aggressive.

Liu Yan, regardless of his starting location, would directly use his power propulsion device to fly into Babel Tower, then give a surprise to the team pulling the lever to open the gate.

Zhao Chuang and Fuji, on the other hand, would drive a weapon together, roaming the periphery.

As long as there were people, Fuji would blast them with three shots.

If anyone hid in an alley or took cover in the Royal Museum, Zhao Chuang would utilize the effects of Gazelle and Fossil to rush in and instantly kill them.

Under this violent map-clearing mode, even if there were 50-60 people per game, it only took the trio 10 minutes to clear a map.

It wasn't until the afternoon that the three returned to the recycling stall.

By this time, the equipment at the recycling stall had piled up into a small hill.

Supported by such a massive supply of goods, other competitors were practically forced out of business.

The Old Man also shifted from a retail model to wholesale, specifically wholesaling to his competitors.

As for the action personnel, the Old Man no longer sold them to the outside.

The reason for doing this was, of course, that if he didn't give his competitors a livelihood, they would eventually unite against him when they couldn't make ends meet, and that would be troublesome.

By supplying them, he could both keep prices low and ensure Liu Yan's payments were faster.

Thirdly, he could have absolute say among his competitors, transforming their potential to unite against him into a situation where they secretly came to curry favor with him.

Of course, all of this was thanks to Liu Yan's exaggerated output of goods.

"Holy crap, Old Man, give us a raise! You never told us this job was so damn tiring!"

"Exactly, I haven't had a moment's rest, my hands are almost blistered."

"Grandpa, I'm also having trouble keeping up..."

Seeing the complaints, the Old Man wiped sweat from his forehead.

"Tired? The former action zones often had retaliatory situations, making them very dangerous, and now it's even worse."

"Compared to their life-and-death struggles, you're just a little tired here, at least there's no danger."

"Also, everyone's salary will be increased to 500,000 per month."

After saying that, the Old Man continued to bury himself in his work.

The few people exchanged glances and swallowed.

"Ho...how much?"

"I remember the intern salary was... wasn't it 30,000 a month...?"

"What the hell are you still standing there for! Get to work! Maybe the salary will even increase later!"

The few immediately became invigorated and resumed their busy work.

After graduation, although some small-scale action companies would take them in due to their skills.

However, the changes in the Third District meant that going in was simply a death wish.

It was precisely at that time that the Old Man was hiring.

"It seems I misjudged this Old Man; he's actually paying them such a high salary, enough to buy my house."

Zhao Chuang looked at the busy Old Man, a hint of guilt on his face for having previously misunderstood him.

"Hmm..."

Liu Yan was silent for a moment, ultimately not speaking his thoughts.

This Old Man was too cunning.

Just today alone, the amount of goods he gave him amounted to 300 million.

Although he didn't sell the Level 5 sets and some useful fully modified guns, the sheer volume of other equipment was immense!

Calculating based on an average of 9 billion per month, plus Liu Yan's previous promise to give the Old Man a 3% discount.

That alone was already 270 million, not to mention the profit margin he could inherently earn.

After all, his main selling point was quick payment, but the money offered was below market price.

If Zhao Chuang were to know, he would probably rush over and overturn the stall.

"Ah—!! God Yan is here again!"

"Holy crap, have mercy on me!"

"No, this pile isn't even done yet! When will we ever finish!"

Seeing Liu Yan again, the few people had lost their initial excitement, instead feeling somewhat defeated.

Including the Old Man and the Big-Eyed Cute Girl, there were five people in total.

Their speed at calculating accounts and packaging for other wholesalers couldn't keep up with Liu Yan's speed in restocking.

"What the hell are you talking about! Be polite! This is the God of Wealth!"

The Old Man quickly glared at them.

"You can just put the new batch here for now."

"As for the payment... I can give you 100 million tonight."

"As for the rest, I'll have to wait until I sell some of it; my working capital isn't that much."

Liu Yan piled all the equipment to one side and nodded.

He fully understood the slower payment speed now, as these equipment batches always consisted of all the equipment and miscellaneous items from the entire map.

This quantity couldn't be sold off in a short time.

Furthermore, since the merger of the Third District, miscellaneous items had become increasingly difficult to sell.

However, the speed of selling equipment was much better than before, which was good news.

"Actually, you could hire more people specifically for assembling firearms."

"That way, you could also take on the firearms business."