"Hahaha, I've struck it rich!" In the office of the "Ritian Auction House," Fang Jueyu cheerfully surveyed the long string of zeros in his credit account.
To exaggerate a bit, there was no one wealthier than him in the entire Founder City now. Fang Jueyu could easily use these credits to start recruiting and expand his Ming Sect.
"Brother Fang, we finally have our first startup funds, and now we're qualified to compete with those established guilds."
"No, no, no, no rush!" Fang Jueyu shook his head. "Although these billions of credits seem like a lot, if we only spend without any income, we won't last long. In our Divine Rich Civilization, everything must adhere to sustainable development."
"Sustainable development?" The three of them repeated the phrase. Although the concept was quite novel, it made a lot of sense.
