Zheng Ya, having a headache, managed to get rid of his mother, Fu Qingyao, and then spent a long time alone in his study pondering before purchasing an invitation from the points mall.
The invitation cost one point, which made Zheng Ya feel the pinch.
That's equivalent to a million energy cores!
Zheng Ya has never worried about money since his rebirth, but now he's worried about money again!
The official currency of the Tower of Babel: Points.
Even if you have no performance points, you can't just give them out randomly; you absolutely have to save them for promotion.
Currency points are the real money!
Exorbitantly expensive, yet they can't stop issuing them. Zheng Ya looked at the bright red invitation in his hand and felt it was a bit surreal. How come this is just like the system store?
If you have enough points, you can buy anything and have it instantly. What kind of method is that?
Unrestricted by space and time?
From this perspective, being a star inspector isn't a bad deal!
With a dedicated system store, anything is possible!
Zheng Ya was basking in his own glory for a moment, then weighed the invitation in his hand. The thin invitation, which was 3.3 inches long and 1.3 inches wide, actually weighed more than 3 pounds. Can you believe it?
I don't know what material it's made of.
The bright red invitation, though white inside, was covered with intricate and obscure patterns of the same color.
Could it be a kind of talisman for transmitting messages?
The invitation was written with mental power and willpower, requiring no pen, which was novel, unique, and quite convenient.
Why don't you give it a try?
Once Zheng Ya made up his mind, he reviewed the contents of the invitation and began to use his mental will to manipulate the invitation: "Thank you, Ming, to be opened by me."
Years have passed since we last met. How have you been lately…?
Writing letters is something that's been outdated for countless years.
Zheng Ya never wrote an invitation letter; he just improvised one!
It's a lengthy piece of writing, about three hundred words long, a culmination of my inner strength.
It shimmered with a faint gray-silver light and emitted fluctuations of spiritual energy, forming a strange invitation with a touch of fantasy.
The invitation letter is limited to 300 characters; not a single extra character can be allowed.
It is equivalent to a communication talisman that independently stores the mental power and will of a person.
After writing it, Zheng Ya closed the invitation with a "hum".
It flew away. Did I agree to that?
What kind of high-tech gadgets are these? Without permission and without any organization or discipline, they should be severely punished, including having their wages deducted.
Zheng Ya was startled and felt annoyed. He had been tricked without realizing it. It seemed he had been too sensitive lately and needed to rest.
Lost in thought, he stood up and hesitated, wondering how Xie Ming would reply.
Wait, how did he reply?
We were careless?
Zheng Ya was conflicted. Being too concerned about saving face would only lead to more trouble. Why not just ask Wu Wei?
Why do some people not use it?
Just as Zheng Ya was in turmoil, questioning his conscience, the points mall started shaking. What was going on?
Zheng Ya carefully examined the points mall on his forehead and noticed a bright spot in the lower left corner, flashing red light. Could this be the call switch?
It's like an old-fashioned telephone; it even has this function?
They didn't even give any explanation, are they trying to mess with people like this?!
Speechless, Zheng Ya touched the red button, and Xie Ming's voice came through: "Haha, you finally answered the phone..."
"Holy crap, who are you?" Zheng Ya asked knowingly, trying to hide her shock and the fact that she was pregnant.
Xie Ming objected: "Hey buddy, did you get scared out of your wits?"
I just sent my buddy an invitation, and you've already forgotten about him? Is that appropriate?
"You really are Xie Ming? This piece of junk doesn't even have any video technology involved. I just don't believe it!" Zheng Ya was truly incredulous!
People influenced by modern society have to be careful when walking and talking, for fear of being scammed by someone trying to stage an accident.
Moreover, this kind of old-fashioned telephone communication method is too easy to fake!
"Hahaha," Xie Ming burst into laughter, and after a while he said, "Dude, if the Tower of Babel officials knew what you said, they would laugh at you for being an idiot."
"I might even punish you, you know?"
"From what you're saying, the points mall is high-tech?" Zheng Ya found it hard to believe. Wasn't video calling more advanced?
Xie Ming almost died laughing: "Hey buddy, this kind of call is a cross-dimensional conversation, it costs one point per minute, and you're telling me you're complaining..."
"Wait a minute, one point for every minute of call? That's so unfair!"
"What the hell are you talking about? Dude, what are you worried about? You country bumpkin, you don't know how lucky you are. I'm already so envious of you becoming a Starry Sky Inspector, and you have the nerve to worry about your points?"
"Uh, well, let's chat for another half hour..."
"No problem, buddy, you know my background!"
"Fine, I'm a poor wretch." Zheng Ya was hurt, heartbroken. It was too disheartening to be born at the peak of someone else's life.
They're not some kind of astronaut inspector, yet they live a carefree life.
As a star inspector, how can you be without any help and have to ask around for favors?
The difference, the difference across time and space, is too great!
Xie Ming sensed the sourness in the voice, but said nonchalantly, "Dude, you're inviting me to help you out? What's the deal?"
"Ahem, you have a prominent status on the Qian Yuan Continent, are you really willing to come here and live a poor life?" Zheng Ya was a little unsure of himself!
They're royalty; they can have whatever they want.
He wasn't a prince, yet he lived a more carefree life than any prince.
With such status and position, only a fool would go out and have a wild time. What if they lose their life?
Besides, would their family agree?
This is a big problem.
Xie Ming mistakenly thought he was trying to bargain or take advantage of him, and became somewhat unhappy: "Hey buddy, that's not very fair of you!"
"Well, how should I put it? I invited you first, but you don't know anything about the process?" Zheng Ya was speaking the truth. No matter how many twists and turns there were, what trouble could he cause if he didn't understand them?
Isn't that just making a scene?
Having finally found someone I know, getting to know them and finding out the market situation is the most urgent thing to do.
We'll talk about the rest later.
Xie Ming burst into laughter upon hearing this: "Hahaha, I misunderstood you, buddy. You were the first to invite me, so I'll cover for you."
Just because of your kindness, tell me what it is, and I'll do my best to help you with whatever it takes.
"I'm just starting out here, and I'm finding it a bit difficult to deal with the alien creatures. I'm continuing to move my family into Black Giant Star. Could you explain the procedures to me?" Zheng Ya didn't quite believe Wu Wei's one-sided story.
Xie Ming was a little confused: "This isn't right."
Logically speaking, the people the Tower of Babel officially assigns to oppose you will use various means to wake you up, commonly known as spurring you on, and guide you onto the right path.
How could you…
"Does Wu Wei know?" Zheng Ya asked, his teeth aching. Xie Ming roughly understood; his buddy had almost been killed by Wu Wei. "Haha, she's notoriously ruthless. She actually helped me get rid of Sheng Xiang, that mortal enemy."
Good luck to you!
"Let's not talk about her anymore. Tell me about the rules for aristocratic families to move in. I don't believe her one-sided story." Zheng Ya also had a headache.
Xie Ming smiled maliciously: "Hehe, buddy, you're in luck."
When powerful families move to your area, it's customary for them to send their eldest daughters for marriage alliances. You just need to prepare a harem of three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines. I'm so envious, tsk tsk tsk."
"Get lost! I'm not a harlot! Quick, think of a way!" Zheng Ya was getting impatient. Who could withstand this kind of pressure?
Xie Ming dismissed it: "Are you just being dramatic?"
However, to be honest, it is an inevitable trend for aristocratic families to choose to form alliances through marriage!
As the saying goes, people strive to rise higher, while water flows downhill!
If you were the head of a prestigious family, wouldn't you want to take another step forward, marry off your daughter, and ascend to the top in one fell swoop, entering the official Tower of Babel?
So just agree to this!
"Dude, I'm about to send you a hundred beautiful women..."
"Damn it, you're sending beautiful women too..." Zheng Ya was furious. Why is everyone doing this?
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