50: Chapter 50 Hello? Is this Director Zhao? I have a batch of local specialties I'd like to hand over!

"No... it's not working at all."

Su Qianqian held the portable quantum detector, which represented Huaxia's highest level of technology, her brow furrowed so tightly it could crush a mosquito.

She kept adjusting the frequency, but the screen remained a chaotic mess of static, accompanied by a harsh hissing sound.

"Dachui, the magnetic interference down here is too strong; it's practically a signal black hole." Su Qianqian pushed up her radiation-proof glasses, her tone frustrated.

"My detector simply can't penetrate the energy field behind this Bronze Door, let alone pinpoint the exact location of that distress signal. If we force our way in with explosives, I'm afraid it'll trigger a self-destruct mechanism inside."

"I told you your high-tech stuff was useless. Keep it for the kids to use as a game console later." Wang Dachui arrogantly pulled out his green flip phone—the [myriad world treasure finder].

"At a time like this, you've got to rely on our family's heirloom 'old-man' phone."

Su Qianqian looked at the beat-up phone. Although she had witnessed its magic before, seeing this thing outperform her laboratory equipment still gave her a complex sense of her scientific worldview collapsing.

"Beep—" Wang Dachui flipped the phone open coolly with one hand.

On the screen was an incredibly clear radar scan.

"Beep beep! Target found!" The phone emitted a somewhat cheap-sounding electronic prompt.

On the screen, a green arrow pointed clearly to a passage behind the Bronze Door, and it thoughtfully marked several red dots along the way—traps—and a flashing golden exclamation mark at the end—the source of the distress signal.

[System Note: Stop dawdling at the door. The vital signs of the signal source below are dropping; it's recommended to go quickly. Also, there's no self-destruct mechanism behind this door. The designer was a pauper and couldn't afford such an expensive System.]

"See? Done." Wang Dachui shook the phone smugly. "The System said this is just some pauper's ruins. We can enter whenever we want."

Having confirmed it was safe, Wang Dachui wasn't in a hurry to go in.

He looked around at the mountains of Spirit Stones and jade boxes filled with ancient Spirit Seeds in the stone chamber.

He also remembered the high-tier exotic beast pelts, bones, and teeth piled in the corner of the side hall, gathered by the whole family during their three months of hunting.

The kids had finished off all the meat, leaving behind these scraps that the children found unpalatable, which were top-tier strategic Materials in the outside world.

These things would just collect dust here, at most serving as toys for the kids.

But for the national army, which was short on resources and fighting desperately on the front lines, these were life-saving armor and sharp blades!

"Finding a wife and having kids cost the country quite a bit of money. Now it's time to give back. Our Old Wang family knows how to repay a debt of gratitude."

As a highly conscious national treasure, he knew exactly what to do.

"Little ones, rest for ten minutes! Wipe your mouths clean. Daddy's going to call someone to come and move house!"

Wang Dachui pulled out that encrypted red satellite phone and dialed Director Zhao Gang's 24-hour private line.

...

Beijing, Supernatural Bureau Operations Command Center.

Director Zhao Gang was looking at the wall full of tactical maps, feeling overwhelmed.

Although the front line had stabilized, the consumption of supplies was a bottomless pit. Inventories at major bases were running low, especially for high-tier resources, which were practically unavailable at any price.

"Ring, ring, ring—"

The red phone representing the highest priority suddenly rang.

Director Zhao Gang's heart tightened. Had something happened at the Cloud Top Palace?

Although Wang Dachui had taken over the place, exotic beast riots had been frequent in the surrounding area over the past three months. Had a situation arisen that even General Leng Feng couldn't handle?

He grabbed the phone: "This is Director Zhao Gang! Consultant Wang, what's happened? Have you encountered a beast tide? The Air Force is on standby!"

"Beast tide? Oh, that doesn't exist. There's not even enough to eat."

Wang Dachui's lazy voice came from the other end of the line, with no sounds of battle in the background.

Instead, there was a series of crisp "crunch, crunch" sounds, like some large rodent gnawing on rocks, occasionally mixed with a few milky voices saying, "So delicious."

Director Zhao Gang: "..."

I'm so anxious I'm getting mouth sores, and you're having a tea party over there?

"Ahem, Director Zhao, let's talk business." Wang Dachui's tone became slightly more serious. "Well, I just cleared out the family cellar... uh, no, I just explored a ruin."

"I found some 'local specialties' left behind by the previous landlord. My place is small and doesn't have a warehouse. It's getting in the way."

"Can you send a few trucks... no, send a large transport fleet over to haul it away? Consider it a waste recycling handover from the Wang family to the country."

Director Zhao Gang was stunned for a moment: "Local specialties? Waste? Consultant Wang, don't tease me. Aside from exotic beasts and rocks, what waste in the Cloud Top Palace is worth mobilizing a transport fleet for?"

"It's nothing special."

Wang Dachui casually grabbed a handful of Spirit Stones, rattling them in his hand like walnuts.

"Just a few tens of thousands of Spirit Stones. Looking at the quality, it should be enough to level up your entire supernatural unit."

"There are also a few thousand pounds of ancient Spirit Medicine seeds. Dr. Su has identified them; things like Vermilion Fruit and Marrow-Cleansing Grass. Growing them should help ordinary people live longer and strengthen their bodies."

"Oh right, besides those, there are also the beast skins, bones, and teeth left over from our family's hunting over the past three months."

"My three wasteful kids only eat the meat and find these things too hard to chew, so they're piling up in the side hall and starting to get moldy. They're mostly Tier 3 and Tier 4 Materials, with some Tier 5. Do you want them? If not, I'll just burn them as firewood."

"Clatter."

A crisp impact sound came from the other end—the sound of Director Zhao Gang's thermos hitting the floor.

This was followed by a deathly silence. The staff in the command center stopped their work and looked at their director in horror.

Then came Director Zhao Gang's voice, cracking as he roared:

"How... how many?! Tens of thousands of Spirit Stones?! Ancient Spirit Seeds?! And a mountain of high-tier beast Materials?!"

"Wang Dachui! You're not joking?! Are you sure you're not dreaming?!"

Director Zhao Gang's hands were shaking.

Spirit Stones! That was strategic energy!

And Tier 5 beast Materials! Those were the core Materials for crafting S-rank armor and weapons! They were currently impossible to find on the front lines!

"Why would I lie to you? Can't you hear the background noise? That's the eldest and the second eldest eating Spirit Stones like candy. Crunch, crunch... even I'm feeling the pinch."

Wang Dachui glanced at the eldest, who was happily gnawing on a Fire Spirit Stone the size of a washbasin, and sighed helplessly.

"Eat slower! You little ancestors! Eat a bit less!"

On the other end, Director Zhao Gang was stomping his feet in distress, wishing he could crawl through the signal to pry the Spirit Stones out of the children's mouths.

"Those are strategic resources! Strategic resources! Leave some for me!"

"Don't burn them! Whatever you do, don't burn them! I'll lead the team personally! We'll use the highest-level Kunpeng transport group! I'll be there in fifteen minutes... no, ten minutes!"

"Consultant Wang! Just stay right where you are! Keep a close eye on the kids, don't let them waste any more things!"

...

Ten minutes later.

Above the Cloud Top Palace, the roar of engines blotted out the sky.

Twelve heavy transport planes whistled into view under the escort of fighter jets. The scale was more exaggerated than a local war.

Director Zhao Gang, accompanied by a group of elderly Academicians from the Academy of Sciences in white coats and with white hair—obviously national treasures themselves—practically scrambled off the planes.

When they rushed into the stone chamber and saw the mountains of Spirit Stones, several old Academicians nearly fainted on the spot.

"Heavens... this purity... this color... this is the output of a top-grade vein! Modern Earth simply cannot mine this!"

When they saw the Spirit Seeds radiating dense vitality, the Botany Titan's hands trembled as he held the jade box.

And when Director Zhao Gang saw the high-tier beast Materials piled in the corner of the side hall like discarded trash, tears uncontrollably streamed down his face.

"What a waste... such a waste!"

"Grinding these bones into powder could create Advanced strengthening agents!"

Director Zhao Gang gripped Wang Dachui's hand, incoherent with excitement, his eyes red:

"Consultant Wang... no, Wang the God of Wealth! This contribution of yours has truly helped the country immensely!"

"Do you have any requests? Just ask! As long as it's not illegal, and as long as it exists on Earth, the state will make it happen for you!"

Wang Dachui chuckled and pointed to a floorboard in the corner of the stone chamber that hadn't been pried open yet, his eyes turning deep:

"Requests? None for now. After all, I'm also serving the people."

"However, the cleanup up here is almost finished. We plan to head deeper underground for a bit of a 'spring cleaning'."

"The things up here are yours to haul away. As for what's below... if we find any more living people or good stuff, that'll be mine. That's not too much to ask, is it?"

Director Zhao Gang glanced at the three Divine Children behind Wang Dachui, who were looking excited and rubbing their hands together...

The eldest had just finished eating Spirit Stones and was burping, with nowhere to vent his energy; the second eldest was rubbing a fireball in his hands; the third eldest was staring at Director Zhao Gang's sidearm, drooling.

This family could go to Hell and pluck the King of Hell's beard.

"...Alright." Director Zhao Gang wiped his sweat and gave a solemn salute. "As you wish. Be careful. We'll... guard the door for you up here! And transport these treasures back!"

"Got it! Little ones! Let's go!" Wang Dachui waved his hand with high spirits, kicked open the floorboard, and led the way into the underground passage.

"Quick, quick, quick! The signal is about to cut out! Saving people is the priority! Any later and it'll be too late!"