"You mean, replicate a supreme planet? Make a planet that requires asset verification, allowing only the super-rich to inhabit it, and then turn this planet into a super-high profit venture?" Cen Yemeng said.
"Exactly, I have that impulse," Jiang Ye raised a hand, counting on his fingers. "Jiang Ye Star, Bi Rong Star, Exile Star, Meteorite Star, these four planets, to be honest, are all low-end planets."
"Not entirely low-end, are they?"
"Certainly not the lowest-end, but definitely not high-end," Jiang Ye said. "I want a high-end planet, one planet that can provide the profit of dozens of planets, and can integrate vast interstellar resources."
"To indirectly control dozens of low-end planets through a planet at the apex of the economic chain?" Cen Yemeng lowered her voice.
"Precisely," Jiang Ye nodded. "Taking down low-end planets one by one can indeed develop a considerable force, but on the scale of the Galactic Empire, it's still not enough to be noticed."
"This feels like what? I'm a dairy farmer. I have one dairy cow, I take good care of it, milk it, and sell the milk for money. Once I have enough money, I buy another cow. Two cows milk faster, then a third, a fourth..." Jiang Ye suddenly paused and looked deeply at his wife. "However, the one who personally raises the dairy cow doesn't get as rich as the one who hires people to raise dairy cows. The one who hires people to raise dairy cows doesn't get as rich as the one who runs factories. The one who runs factories doesn't get as rich as the one who runs companies. The one who runs companies doesn't get as rich as major capital..."
"I understand," Cen Yemeng nodded. "When I visited Wanxiang Star, they had several cities where everyone was involved in investment. Those people, with huge amounts of cash, would conquer markets on underdeveloped planets, take controlling stakes in emerging small companies, merge with local large companies, and acquire mining resources at low prices. In effect, they made hundreds of billions or trillions of people on other planets work for them. After returning from Wanxiang Star, I was deeply impressed and started controlling the proportion of foreign capital on Exile Star."
"Not only that," Jiang Ye said. "Take Jiang Ye Star, for example. Last year, mineral revenue accounted for 23%. If a certain metal ore costs ten thousand yuan per ton, and it's sold to technologically advanced planets to be made into electronic products, it transforms into hundreds of thousands of yuan per ton, and then is sold back. In terms of total value, it's as if the hardworking miners of Jiang Ye Star are ultimately giving their mineral wealth away for free to advanced planets."
The couple fell silent for a while.
"But it's very difficult," Cen Yemeng said.
"If it weren't difficult, it would be a miracle," Jiang Ye chuckled. "Who doesn't want to be at the upstream?"
"What do you plan to do?" Cen Yemeng asked.
"First, I need to acquire another planet," Jiang Ye said. "Then, gradually pilot it. First, try to build a city for the rich, and then build more cities for the rich."
The trip to Supreme Planet lasted for a week. The couple observed every aspect of the planet and wrote a lot of notes for the future construction of the city for the rich. After all, Supreme Planet was a very successful sample. The most powerful and influential people came here in large numbers to live, and once they settled, they didn't leave. There must be many special things about it.
After the trip, the family parted ways.
Jiang Ye returned to Jiang Ye Star to work.
Cen Yemeng returned to Exile Star.
Jiang Senlin was sent to Leng An Star to enroll in a vocational technical college to study mechanical repair.
Before leaving, Cen Yemeng gave her son fifty thousand yuan and set a rule: five thousand yuan for living expenses each month. If he wanted more money, he had to find ways to earn it locally through work. There was only one rule: he couldn't casually paint a painting worth hundreds of millions.
Jiang Senlin was very obedient and nodded vigorously.
Through Jiang Ye's special communication, Leng An Star concealed Jiang Senlin's identity and created fake documents for him. Simultaneously, a team of people was assigned to secretly protect Jiang Senlin, including a sniper squad on the unfinished building opposite the school, newly assigned teachers and cafeteria staff, even students in Jiang Senlin's class. Even the old doorman and the toilet cleaner were quietly replaced.
The principal of the vocational technical school was also summoned late at night by the commander of Leng An Star.
The principal was sweating profusely. At his level, he shouldn't have been able to meet the commander in his lifetime.
The commander of Leng An Star showed the principal Jiang Senlin's photo and told him that no matter what special circumstances occurred at the school, such as fires, earthquakes, or group fights, this child must be prioritized for protection. However, he must not show any preferential treatment or attention to this child in normal times.
The commander of Leng An Star also specifically emphasized that if anything happened to Jiang Senlin, it would be difficult to guarantee the safety of the principal's family and their property.
After returning home, the principal couldn't sleep all night. He kept looking at Jiang Senlin's photo repeatedly, like an infatuated young man gazing at his first love, making the principal's wife very jealous. The reason the principal looked at the photo for so long was to engrave it firmly in his mind, as if carved in stone, ensuring that even if he had a car accident one day and suffered memory loss, he would still remember the importance of Jiang Senlin's face.
Soon, Jiang Senlin enrolled.
One month after the start of the semester, as per his parents' request, he wrote a monthly diary.
Jiang Ye and Cen Yemeng arrived at Bi Rong Star. The couple, leaning against each other, read their son's monthly diary with great excitement.
They hoped their son would achieve great things. After finally sending Jiang Senlin to live in a completely different place, they expected him to have changed considerably after a month.
However, as they read, their expressions became awkward.
"To the west of the school, there is a birch forest. The branches are covered with small transparent plastic bags, fluttering in the wind, like giant Christmas trees. Those bags contain the DNA of all male students from previous years. Every time they are used, they are tied into a knot and thrown forcefully towards the treetop, where they get caught by the branches and grow towards the sky. Standing beneath the tree and looking up, it's like looking up at countless transparent jellyfish from the seabed. This birch forest is the first physiological enlightenment class for local students, and there might even be second and third classes. It is said that every school on Leng An Star has such a classroom. The hotels near the school are too expensive, and many couples cannot afford them."
"The homeroom teacher is a robust old man. He immediately warned us not to have any deaths among the boys and no living people among the girls during school hours, and not to form gangs. As he spoke, the homeroom teacher pulled up his shirt to show us a wound on his waist. He said that he once confronted eight thugs with spears, holding his own spear, and that he had definitely seen the world. None of us could scare him, and we should obediently tuck our tails between our legs and be students."
"We asked where the spears came from. The homeroom teacher said the school's security department had all sorts of weapons. After class, we ran to look, and there were indeed spears, as well as riot shields, machetes, steel pipes, welding helmets, and the like. We asked the security department teacher if these items were purchased by the school. The teacher said they were all confiscated from student dormitories."
"On the first night of enrollment, students started fighting in the public restroom upstairs."
"It is said that someone squatted in a stall without flushing, and the person queuing behind kicked him. The one who didn't flush was a senior student, and the one who kicked was a freshman. The senior student yelled that the new kid was rebelling, and immediately students from the fifth and sixth floors came out with stools. Students from the third and fourth floors also yelled that the seniors were bullying them and that they would beat them to death, so over a hundred people rushed out."
"Soon, they started fighting on the stairs. The stairs were too narrow, so the people behind could only watch anxiously, and the people in front couldn't fight effectively. No one won because the security department teachers came up with spears and tear gas, throwing dozens of cans of gas indiscriminately. The entire hallway was filled with the smell of gas, and the students were so choked that tears and snot streamed down their faces, forcing them to return to their dorms to wash their faces."