257: Chapter 257 Money is the most useless thing

He took a document out of the system space and slapped it onto the counter with a thud.

The cover of the document was stamped with the Military's top-secret seal, and in the bottom right corner was the personal signature of Martial Saint Martial Saint.

"This is a special approval order from Martial Saint Martial Saint."

"The Seventh War Zone will serve as the first pilot area for the Myriad Treasures Pavilion battlefield blind box shop."

"I am fully responsible for all related matters."

"All the War Zone Command needs to do is cooperate."

Lin Fan's voice was not loud, but every word felt like a heavy hammer striking Chen Feng's heart.

Chen Feng picked up the document and flipped through it quickly.

The more he read, the paler his face became.

The document not only approved Lin Fan to open a blind box shop within the War Zone but also granted him extremely high authority.

This included, but was not limited to: priority access to War Zone logistics supplies, temporary requisition of military facilities, and even... taking over command of certain defensive sectors when necessary.

This was no longer just a simple pilot project.

It was practically establishing an independent little kingdom inside the War Zone!

"Minister Lin, this..."

Chen Feng's voice was a bit dry.

He wanted to refute and question it, but looking at the signature of Martial Saint on the document, all his words were stuck in his throat.

In the Seventh War Zone, the words of Martial Saint Martial Saint are imperial decrees.

No one dared to disobey.

"Rest assured, I have no interest in commanding battles."

Lin Fan seemed to see through Chen Feng's thoughts; he put away the document, and his tone softened slightly.

"My purpose is very simple: to do business."

"You fight your wars, and I sell my blind boxes."

"As for whether the soldiers will end up with nothing..."

He paused, took another blind box out of the box, and placed it on the counter.

"This blind box sells for 100,000."

"If the value of the item opened is less than 100,000, or you find it useless, you can return it unconditionally."

"The rule of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion is that we treat all customers fairly."

Chen Feng looked at the blind box and then at the soldiers around him, whose eyes were filled with desire.

Finally, he sighed.

"I understand."

"Minister Lin, I will report to the Command and fully cooperate with your work."

"But I have a request."

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow.

"Speak."

"Please... try to let more soldiers survive."

There was an almost humble plea in Chen Feng's voice.

"Too many people have already died in the Seventh War Zone."

"Every soldier who can return alive represents a family waiting for them to come home."

Lin Fan was silent for two seconds.

Then, he pushed up his glasses.

"I will do my best."

"But no one can guarantee anything on the battlefield."

"All I can do is give them a chance."

"As for whether they can seize it, that's up to them."

Chen Feng took a deep look at Lin Fan, saluted, and turned to leave.

His back looked somewhat hunched in the smoke, but his steps were exceptionally firm.

As a commander, he had to face the upcoming questions and pressure.

But he knew that from today on, the rules of the Seventh War Zone were going to change.

After Chen Feng walked away, Hou San leaned closer to Lin Fan and whispered:

"Boss, are we really doing this? 50,000 for a blind box, isn't that too cheap?"

"Cheap?"

Lin Fan smiled.

"Have you forgotten what our cost is?"

"And cheap is exactly what we want. Ordinary blind boxes are a benefit for common soldiers; the real harvest comes from rare blind boxes. I, Lin Fan, do not scam the poor."

Hou San was stunned, then realized.

The raw Materials for these blind boxes were all "inventory" that Lin Fan took out from the system space.

Some were scraps left over from when he packaged alien corpses in the Gloomy Forest, and some were secondary products refined by the Furnace of All Things.

The cost... was almost zero.

"And 50,000 is just the starting price."

Lin Fan took out several blind boxes of different colors from the box.

"White blind box, 50,000, guaranteed to open a C-rank item."

"Blue blind box, 500,000, guaranteed to open a B-rank item."

"Purple blind box, 5,000,000, guaranteed to open an A-rank item."

"As for the golden blind box..."

He paused and pulled out a blind box from the deepest part of the system space that was entirely gilded and had nine-colored light swirling on its surface.

The moment that blind box appeared, the Spiritual Qi of the entire square vibrated.

"100 million, guaranteed to open an S-rank item."

"But I only sell one per day."

Hou San gasped.

100 million!

This price was already comparable to the entire assets of some small noble families!

"Boss, will anyone buy this?"

"There will be."

Lin Fan put the golden blind box back into the system space, his tone certain.

"On the battlefield, money is the most useless thing."

"And there is no shortage of... people who have money but cherish their lives."

Just as he finished speaking, a commotion came from the edge of the square.

A group of people wearing standard military uniforms, but with a temperament clearly different from ordinary soldiers, walked over.

Leading them was a middle-aged officer around thirty years old, with two bars and four stars on his shoulder straps—the rank of Senior Colonel.

Behind him followed a dozen guards, each with the aura of a Grandmaster.

"Minister Lin, I've heard so much about you."

The middle-aged officer walked to the stall, a formulaic smile on his face.

"I am the Minister of the Logistics Department of the Seventh War Zone, Zhao Weiguo."

"I heard that you have a... very interesting commodity here?"

Lin Fan's S-rank True Sight Eye instantly swept over Zhao Weiguo's entire body.

Then, the corners of his mouth curled into a meaningful arc.

"Minister Zhao, nice to meet you."

"I wonder which kind of blind box you are interested in?"

Zhao Weiguo did not answer directly but walked to the counter and picked up a white blind box.

He toyed with the blind box, his tone casual.

"Minister Lin, can your blind boxes really open A-rank resources as the rumors say?"

"Absolutely true."

"Then... where does the source of the goods come from?"

Zhao Weiguo raised his head, his gaze staring sharply at Lin Fan.

"As far as I know, the A-rank resource quota for the Military Supplies Department this month has already been distributed to all defensive sectors."

"Could the resources in your blind boxes be... of unknown origin?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere around the stall instantly froze.

Hou San, Tie Niu, and others immediately gripped their weapons, eyeing Zhao Weiguo and his guards vigilantly.

Of unknown origin.

In the army, these four words mean smuggling, corruption, or even... colluding with the enemy.

If confirmed, Major General Lin Fan would be taken down on the spot!

But Lin Fan smiled.

He pushed up his glasses and took out a palm-sized jade talisman from his pocket.

The jade talisman was crystalline throughout, with a complex "Ye" character carved on the surface.

"Minister Zhao, do you recognize this?"

The moment Zhao Weiguo saw the jade talisman, his expression changed drastically.

"Ye... General Ye Canglan General Ye Canglan's personal token?"

"That's right."

Lin Fan toyed with the jade talisman, his tone relaxed.

"Ye Martial Saint personally approved the note, allowing me to pilot a new type of logistics supply model in the War Zone."

"As for the source of the goods..."

He paused, leaned close to Zhao Weiguo, and lowered his voice.

"Minister Zhao, there are some things that it's not good for you to know too much about."

"You only need to know that every item in these blind boxes is clean and can withstand any inspection."

"That is enough."

Cold sweat seeped from Zhao Weiguo's forehead.

He looked at the jade talisman in Lin Fan's hand, then at the blind boxes on the stall, and finally gritted his teeth.